My turn to be the Mom

Make believe is a common occurance in my house. The girls often fight about who gets to be a dog, who gets to be the mom ect. When playing mom, they don't pretend to be mommy/daughter... they pretend to be mommy/son. I guess they've had enough of being a girl that they want to be a boy??
These are some common mommy/son dialogues:

"Mom I want to go to the park"
"No son, we can't go to the park"
(whinning) "Mom I want to go to the park!"
(voice raised) "No son, we aren't going to the park!"
"son" cries.

"Son, it's time to take a nap."
"son" cries. "I don't want to take a nap, I want to play"
"You stay in bed, and if you get out I'll spank"
"ok mom"
(a few sec later) "It's morning time!" (mom)
"no, I don't want to get up! I'm still tired!" ("son")

Mother's Day Celebration

We had lunch with my family for Mother's Day. On our way to Grandma and Grandpa's house, Becky was asking who all would be there. When she asked about my brother Shae and his wife Lisa and their kids (cousins) Matthew and Hannah, I reminded her that they couldn't come because they are still in India.
"Oh man!" she said, "We are soooo bored without them!"

awwww! she really misses her cousins!

They sure love to color!

A newer biggest hit, (right up there with watching Tom and Jerry!) is coloring. I have quite a few coloring books that I've collected over the years and now I've finally had to get some more as they've completely colored them all! They fight over the whole crayons, and cry if they end up using the broken ones (and they both are the culprits of purposefully breaking them..) Emma even told me (after I discovered her in the kitchen breaking all the rest of the whole crayons instead of coloring as I thought she was) that we needed new ones because these ones were ALL broken.

Ewwww Mom!

I'm glad I have a King size bed. Everyone likes to be in it in the mornings. I had just finished nursing Grace in bed when Becky and Emma made their way down. Everyone likes to romp around while I procrastinate. This morning Emma and Becky were doing their best to keep Grace from crawling off the bed. When Grace stood up she spit up on Becky.
"Ewwww mom!!! Grace just threw up on me! She can't do that!! I'm not a mommy, she has to throw up on YOU because YOU are the mommy..." was Becky's response.

This is what I live for

Apart from Jesus Christ, moments like these are what I live for:

He's handsome

When visiting Grandpa and Grandma's house last week, something came apart and to console Becky I told her that when Grandpa got home he could fix it.
Becky then exclaimed: "Oh yeah! Grandpa can fix it because he's HANDSOME!!!"

I may need grief counseling

Before: We got the Baby's hair cut yesterday (do we still call her the baby even though she's turning 1 in less than 2 weeks?)

I thought I would be happier if her hair was out of her face and shaped a little more, now I'm regretting it :(

After: