Turning Numbers

Avie was being cute and cuddly last night.  She wouldn't go to bed when Bill kept telling her.  I don't know if I was helping because I kind of wanted her to stay and cuddle with me.  But I did tell her that she needed to obey her daddy better....and I said that as I hugged her tight.....  Bill piped in, "Yeah, Avie.  You haven't been obeying me very good lately.  You didn't obey when I told you to stay three, and you just went ahead and turned four."  I said, "Avie, didn't Heavenly Father tell us to obey our parents?"  She laughed and replied, "He did say to obey, but he didn't say to obey about turning another number.  He just said to obey about cleaning up and being nice.  He didn't say I have to obey about not turning four.  It's okay that I turned four."  She said all of this in her panda pajamas, pajamas that she has given a nickname to..... Panda Bear Pajams.  It's so much shorter without that last "A".....

Breakfast... and Socks

My kids came in to wake me up this morning so I could make them breakfast.  I wanted to sleep a little more, so I told them that there were doughnut holes they could have.  When I came out a while later, they asked me to make them oatmeal.  I asked, "Didn't you already eat breakfast?"  Carter responded, "We ate a little snack, but what we really want is for you to make us some oatmeal."  "Yeah," Avery said.  "Yeah," Preston agreed. 

What kids choose oatmeal over doughnuts?  Apparently mine.  They're better than me because I went straight for the treats this morning. 

We were talking this morning about how we could have a good day.  I asked what some of the things Heavenly Father wanted us to do were.  The boys responded that we should obey our parents, not fight, be nice to each other, not steal, etc.  Avery's answers were a little different. 

1.  We shouldn't get away from each other, like when we go to the park, we have to stay together.
2.  We shouldn't take someone's blankie or that will make them sad.
3.  We should give people socks.  Like, if they come to our house and their feet are cold, they might want some socks to warm them up. 

Poor Ferb

My boys were fighting over who got to be Phineas. 

Carter:  I get to be Phineas, and you get to be Ferb.
Preston:  No, I get to be Phineas, and you can be Ferb.
Carter:  Fine, you can be Phineas, but I don't want to be Ferb.  I'll be Baljeet.  He's the smart one.  He has all sorts of books, and he studies really well.
Preston:  Okay, and I'll be Phineas.  But I don't know who can be Isabella.  She's in love with me and wants to marry me.  Maybe Brianna.  (That's our neighbor, and she and Preston have already agreed to marry each other.) 
Carter:  Yeah, Brianna can be Isabella.  And then her head will pop off if you talk about other girls.

Yesterday

It was a pretty good day yesterday.  Except that Bill got stung by a bee.  And we have a giant sand pile in the driveway, so our house is super sandy from the kids tracking it in after playing in it for hours yesterday and today.  Maybe it will actually make it to the back yard where it belongs.  And I realized how badly I need a haircut when I took Avery potty at Walmart yesterday and some of my hair got wet.  Luckily, it was before she peed.  Still gross.