One day while the boys were eating at the table, I left the kitchen for a second. I heard Lightning and Hail laughing hysterically, so I assumed Lightning was playing his usual game of peek-a-boo to entertain Hail. I walked in to find this. Meanwhile, Thunder was eating across the table from these two monkeys, as if nothing was happening at all. I fussed, "Why didn't you call for Momma?!" To which Thunder replied, "They're laughing, Momma." As if there was nothing wrong with the situation.
I have no idea how Hail got stuck on the chair, under the table. The boy is part monkey, and LOVES to climb. He's half the reason I can't get the dishwasher loaded on a daily basis. The other half is because I hate doing it.
Lightning's newest pose when he's "ANG-EE!" He also enjoys telling us off by stating in his husky little voice, "You NOT inbited to my birday party!" He told me this yesterday when I said no more oreos before dinner. I would be worried, but I'm sure he'll add my name back to the guest list before JUNE gets here.
These boys can't get right.
This is how I found Hail at the end of a tough day of climbing.
Her Highness: my eyes, ears and comforter when I'm in another room. What a great Mom she will make after all this practice. Poor child was robbed of her babyhood at the ripe age of 17 months. I'm sure she'll go on Oprah some day and tell all about it in her book.
Things just seem to run smoother when she's here. I have no idea when I would fit her school lessons into our day, but she would ace a test on life's lessons taught by her brothers. Let's face it, I could never be a real home-school kinda mom. For one, I don't make home-made granola. Two, I'm way too lazy to re-learn all the stuff I have already forgotten, and didn't really know all that well in the first place. I just miss my sweet little, only child with a true sense of danger and common sense, GIRL, during those six hours she's at school.