I am not a Normal Human...

Sitting at swim lessons, dear sweet N comes up to me.
In all seriousness, tells me, "I'm not a normal human."
"You aren't?"
"No, I am half human, half robot, half superhero."
"Yes, son, you aren't a normal human." **wink**wink**giggle**giggle**
One of his friend's grandpa was there and chuckled about his math.
I then replied, "But he's not a normal human."
Which led to more chuckles.
And today.... He's still not normal human.
He did afterall "get his powers" last month, so he says.
The creativity and imagination of this five year old, leaves me mind boggled quite often.

NOT making a MESS!

So when you are three, and you've been in trouble for making messes.
Dad has gotten after you and said, "NO MORE MESSES! ! !"
What do you do?
Well if you are....


You "CLEAN!"
You get out the hand soap pump in the bathroom, make some bubbles in the toilet and clean! ? !

"OH honey, no no no..."
"Sorry Mommy"... and you forgive you cause he is sooo sweet when he looks at you with those big blue eyes!

They are growing up!

We went to the eye doctor's office today. 6 of the 7 of us!
Next year all 7 of us will have the pleasure. We are fortunate to have an eye dr. who lets us schedule all on one day. A dentist who allows the same thing. Not a lot of changes on who needs what this year. But my baby who will be a teenager is getting contacts! I have tried so hard to convince my baby they aren't all that great. But alas, the teen years are coming so quickly, just over a month away. She had to even make sure her eye makeup was just so before we left! Next week, the orthodontist. She is trying so hard to not get overly excited...but her braces should be coming off. I am wondering what next? Cut all her hair off into a super cute yet more mature look? ? ? I sure hope not. But she is still my baby, cause when asked what she is looking forward to when her braces come off? Corn on the Cob. I am going to try and remember to have some on hand!

A fun little tip I just discovered!

I always struggle with keeping my bathroom floors clean. Not because I don't mop, but because hairspray spritz always seems to build up and it is so hard to remove.
So in one of those moments thanks to my boys I discovered something new...
Would you like the whole story??
So son #? needs to go to the bathroom after getting home from church.
However, both bathrooms are occupied. However, my bathroom door was not locked.
The sister in there got the shock of her life when dear (sarcasm) son decides to pee right there on the floor! Utter Shock ! Utter Dismay! Angry Mom!!
In a very suprisingly calm and angry manner I instructed dear son to clean up the mess with a towel. Which he then had to put in the washing machine. Then I got out the Lysol wipes and informed him he could also wipe the floors down with them as well.
Well I am standing there supervising, so I decide why not do a little bit of cleaning on the other spots on the floor. Much to my suprise, VIOLA, hairspray residue was coming up with hardly any effort! !!
So there you have it. Not only for disinfecting all those surfaces but also for removing hairspray residue! LYSOL WIPES!
Here's hoping this was a lesson dear son won't forget ever. Cause these days I get to say, "keep it in the toilet!" a lot. BOYS!!!!

Just me and D at Eberly Farms

My kiddos are growing up, they were all off with their friends and it was just D and me. I had a great time snapping these pictures of him.

Eberly Farms

So we had a great time. The zip line was a big hit with the kiddos. A was a trooper, she just pulled the zip line back to her to put the little boys on the seat. Later in the afternoon, I was pulling on the zip line and was like "UGH", I couldn't believe how many times A did it and never tired.

Eberly Farms

Our church does an amazing thing each year. They have a volunteer appreciation "something". Last year it was a wonderful dinner. This year it was a day for the family at Eberly Farms.

What tickles me the most about these pictures is the sticker on D's back. Cause of his food allergies we have got to be real careful. Sometimes in big settings like this well meaning people who love on my children forget. So we put a "Don't Feed Me" sticker on his back. Of course we get chuckles and questions. The questions are the point of the sticker. But here he is, he can't be fed but he is feed the animals.