Will this be our future home?

Kitchen
Bekah and Anna's Room
Santa can come visit

Remember When

I post this picture not because of the cute little girls posing, but rather because of the garbage can on the table behind the girls. For those of you who are still at this point, are done having children, have passed beyond this stage or who have forgotten and considering one more... Remember when... you had to put the garbage can, dog food, dog water, recyling can, markers, and red kool-aid up on the table so the baby wouldn't go digging through it? And when every cuboard needs a secret code, with three keys that you have to open with one hand to get through all the baby proofing. How about the wrath directed at the person who left the bathroom door open - so little hands can play in the toliet, throw books in the toliet, and dig through the nasty garbage can spreading used tissues in wet water all over the floor. (that person only makes that mistake once at my house). My personal favorite is sweeping cereal and/or gold fish up off the floor for the 3rd time in 20 minutes. I know, I know before I know it these days will be over and I will wish I had them back... Just look at that cute little face!

OK so this video might be a littel incriminating... but it is oh so funny! I sit through at least one show a day put on by Anna - this one happened to be song #7 (out of 12). I hope you laugh as much as I do.

We have discovered something new about our sweet, even natured, easy-going little Quinn. He hates to photography studio. This was day one. I decided he was just having a bad day and needed a nap. Then I took Craig back with me on day 2. Different day, different photographer, different time, different setting. Craig says, "I thought you were just exagertaing!" No, same result. Unconsolable crying... Results from day 2 to follow.

Parent of the Year

Well we have been inside for 2 weeks now... with weather ranging in temperature from 10 degrees to -10 degrees... and I just found myself in a parenting high. It went something like this...

Anna: (extreamly high pitched screech followed by) Kaid pay for the Popsicle!

Mom: (yelling) You can't steal the popsicle!

Anna: (still screeching) You stole my popsicle!

Kaid: (on the other side of room) Na Na Na Na Na

Anna: (screeching)

Mom: (yelling) Give Anna the popsicle or your grounded for the rest of the winter! (keep in mind he's been inside for two weeks)

Now keep in mind the popsicle in question was a tinker toy - You know your at an all time parenting low when yelling at kids for imagined offenses for imagined toys... The good news is it's supposed to be 50 degrees on Sunday! Oh yeah, we will be outside!

More big news?

Well, after 8 years of begging, pleading, and trying to manipulate us into getting a dog (yes, I resisted for 8 full years) I finally relented when my brother called and asked if we could take his dog. She is a very well behaved dog, so I agreed. Now our Saturday's are spent picking up Roxy's poop. Bekah loves her and Anna and Kaid have really taken to her, they all tell her what to do - Roxy sit, Roxy come, Roxy fetch. Unfortunatley, it's usually at the same time so the poor dog is often confused. Roxy however, is terrified of Quinn, when he crawls over to with in a 12 inch radius, Roxy moves...