Nasty!

Scott: "Mom, Riley is poopie."
Mom: Riley, are you nasty?"
Riley: Yup."
Mom: "Go lay down so we came get that nasty changed." Riley goes to the changing area and then shows me his fingers.... "YUK! That's NASTY, Ri! That is why we keep our fingers out of our diaper!"
Now I have to go in search of his "fingerpainting"... uuuggh! Thankfully the twins never did this, but it was only a matter of time with Riley as he is always diaper digging. I spend the day saying "Ri, get our hands out of there!" Oh the joys of diapers!

Harvest

We have two apple trees and they were full this year, I have no idea what kind they are ... taste a little like granny smiths but they do turn red.

We planted pumpkins again this year, but not the giant ones and I'm not as happy. We had the biggest pumpkin last year and this year we have 11 of the tiniest things... it is silly. We will get different seeds next spring. This first pic is of last years pumpkin. It weighed about 75 lbs my dad guessed (as he's the one who hauled it in for us). I finally cooked it up after the new year (yup, it was still good) and I got around 55 cups of cooked pumpkin to freeze (and I didn't scrape all the meat out either probably could have gotten 5 more cups. (Someone's blog had a bunch of pumpkin recipes on it... got to remember who and go back....)

The Tornado Twins and their sidekicks -- Rain and Wind

So what did we do today? take a look and see... also not pictured would be the dark pink fingernail polish party. That's right 2 & 3 yr olds with nail polish. EmmaLece sneaked the polish right from under Shantel's nose and invited the boys to the Party under the bed (I'm scared to even look there!). I found her hiding her hands in the bathroom looking very suspicious (I think she was after the remover.) I discovered the painted hands and dress. Then in walks Kyle and he has also been painted. Uh Oh where is Riley? Shantel found him under the bed with the empty bottle (which had been full!) Poor Riley was painted up his arm, across the face, and even in his hair. She is exploring her artistic side, yes?! I couldn't snap a picture, cause I was trying to get he boys cleaned off BEFORE their moms arrived to get them. It didn't happen, though. I swear that things get 10x worse when the older kids arrive home from school and the chaos doubles. You would think it would give me that many more watchful eyes and helpful hands, but NOPE! Actually, I'm trying to get he older kids to get their chores done and I'm trying to get dinner at least started and that's when it all breaks loose!

So, the front room mess was Shantel's, the kitchen mess was Robby's and I got the bedroom mess.... yeah me! Em was tired from her good days work that she fell asleep while the table was being cleared.

Where is Scott?

The kids were playing and I noticed that Scott was missing. So, I asked, "Where is Scott?" Em replied,"He's upstairs in my bedroom." Guess what? Yup, he was there.... under the bed taking a nap! What a good boy!

9/11 -- and Our brave Military men and women

I don't want people thinking that after I read their posts that I wanted to "me too" them. I had the rare opportunity (thanks to my wonderful Father-in-law, whose birthday it is today) to spend 2 hours driving by myself. (Where I live it becomes necessary to drive upwards of 3 hours one way when visiting a specialist.... I broke my foot at a church activity doing a round-off. Hey I'll have you know that there were women older [50-80 yr olds] than me doing cartwheels, splits and other cheerleader tricks, and me being the youngest [I'm only 33] of the acrobats was the one to break something.....so, I had to drive an hour to the dr and an hour back to get my foot x-rayed ... it is healing fine, in case you're interested....) Anyway while riding in the car, I heard "Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning?" by Alan Jackson and bawled my eyes out. I had just listened to a state wide talk show on the 9/11 subject and so my feeling were already tender. That morning, I was at home with my then 1 yr old and 3 yr old the 2 older ones were across the yard at school. We lived in a very rural area, we had no tv reception and the radio came in sorta. The teacher called over to let me know what was transpiring. Friends from Vegas where we had recently moved from called and taped hours of the live footage for us. It was a surreal event. I learned later that a good friend from high school's brother had been working at the pentagon that morning (he was fine). My sister was home on leave with the Army-MP (stationed in Korea) and had to report immediately to the nearest base.
The military is close to our hearts as I've had two brothers serve and a sister. My oldest brother has served in the Coast Guard and is currently serving in the Air National Guard. My brother just older than me served in the Air Force and served in Saudi Arabia in the early 90s. And my baby sister the youngest of 8 served as an MP in the Army for 6 years. She served in Korea, Guantanamo Bay, Afghanistan and Iraq. She is currently in the Guard and has also just recently become a mommy. I hate the thought of them calling her up to serve again in any of those areas and Shaylee possibly growing up without her Mommy, but I know she would go and serve with all her might for this country we love. It is So very important that we support our military and let them know they are loved and supported. Go to the link (thanks to Andrea http://momtothefey.blogspot.com/ for letting me re-visit it) and send an email to a solider. RCT-6letterfromh@gcenmf-wiraq.usmc.mil

Exactly WHAT are you doing up there?

I heard a crash ... never a good sound and went to investigate, this is what I found:

Overheard Conversation...

EmmaLece: "Scott say 'please'."
Scott: "Please"
EmmaLece: "No, say it with your tummy."
(We taught the twins sign language to help us all understand each other before they could talk. We learned this with Robby and have had far less flying cups and hitting of people.)
Scott: "My tummy doesn't have a hand."
EmmaLece: "Sure it does." So, EmmaLece proceeds to take his hand and sign the word please for him....
Scott: "I can do it my self" As he removes her hand from his and signs it himself.

A few mins later Scott brings me his empty cuppy and informs me that, "Emmy drinked it all up down her drain and I need more, please (sign).
Wish I had the camera, but my hand was full of a peanut-butter sandwich. It was cute.