It’s been a long time since I really “mommy blogged.”

The oldest is in Kindergarten right now. He’s attempting to teach himself to read and we are quite proud of how he’s working out the sounds for himself. He still has a great imagination and is quite the attention-getter:

He’s also Mr. Cool. Lord-help-me, he has several girls in his class fighting over him. Of course, I may be biased, but I can totally understand why:

The middle child, aka Princess Whines-a-lot, is still whining quite a bit. Three is a difficult age as far as I am concerned and she’s dripping with attitude and is intent on testing us at every turn. She’s quite the drama-queen and Snoring Daddy has aptly called her “the most capable helpless person” he’s ever known. She’s little miss “ME TOO!” around here and we are truly frightened for her teenaged years:

Then we catch glimpses of her like this:

and freak out. Especially Snoring Daddy as he exclaims over how much she looks like his sisters. Specifically the older two sisters. We have reason to freak out over that. The oldest is my best friend but my lord did she go a bit wild after high school–and that was after our high school years when I spent most of our time trying to steer her clear of predatory boys who were out to take advantage of her naivete. And the middle sister–Lord-love-her–S, if you are reading this, you KNOW we have reason to worry! Just remember those last couple of years of high school!

Then there is the youngest. This one is going to turn my hair white. No. Seriously. He is. I told Snoring Daddy last night that if I still blogged daily I would never be at a loss for what to write about. It’s always something with that one. His motor skills are frighteningly developed as well as his cognitive problem solving skills.

See that face? It’s dripping with mischievousness. Any toy that can even remotely be stood on has to be taken away. He will use it to climb on to reach anything higher that he is NOT supposed to be getting into. Snoring Daddy is convinced the child could balance on the head of a pin if called upon to do so. He empties all drawers. ALL DRAWERS. Every knife in the house has been put into the very top of the kitchen cabinets. He has a fetish for knives. After finding a steak knife on the floor of his bedroom scattered among the toys we decided that was enough to put them into glasses and store them up in the top cabinets. The kitchen table and chairs…all chairs are stored in another room behind a baby gate that is zip-tied closed because he figured out how to OPEN the baby gate. He took the baby lock off the stove door. Then he opens the stove, climbs onto the door and removes all the burner grates and anything else that might be on the top of the stove.

The list could go on and on forever. And on top of that, he has a temper:

It’s a good thing he’s so sweet…because this one is definitely going to be the one that turns me white.

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