He's got a sensitive side....

and I am not talking about Scott, although he really does and I am pretty sure he cries more than I do, but those are stories for another time. Today I am talking about Connor. I started to see the sensitive side of my son when one day we were watching the kids movie "Meet the Robinsons" with my mom and sister. The scene came on where it shows the mom leaving her baby on the door step of the orphanage, and I happen to look over at Connor and his eyes are filled with tears and I can see he is trying his hardest not to cry. I barely managed to ask Connor what was wrong before I burst into tears myself at the sight of my four year old so broken hearted that a mom was leaving her baby behind. He looked at me with giant tears in his eyes and said, "mom, why is the mom leaving her baby? She is not supposed to leave her baby." My mom and I were both in tears and trying to compose ourselves so I could explain to him what was going on. He still didn't get it and just continued to cry. Talk about and emotionally draining Disney movie. We will never be watching that movie again.

Then today, my mom brought over Charlotte's Web that she had just bought at a garage sale. I put it in for the kids and they seemed to like it. Then came the part where Charlotte was about to die. Connor looks at me worriedly and asks what is wrong with Charlotte. I told him that she is going to die. I didn't think he would be so concerned about the fate of this spider. He looks at me panicked and says, "Mom, turn this movie off right now. Please, mom right now! This is too sad!" So I turned it off right before the end. This is probably another movie that will never be watched again. I already know that Old Yeller and Where the Red Fern Grows are movies that will not be watched in this house. I can just imagine the shattered pieces of my sons broken heart those movies would cause. We will just stick with the natural disaster movies, apparently he can handle those ones. 

The Adventures of Translucent Boy and Fancy Hat Girl

Because it got quite warm today I decided to put the sprinkler out for Connor and Olivia. Connor loved it, Olivia did not. She kept yelling "It's waining" (raining) and cried when she got wet. She is such a prissy girl, I have no idea where she got that from.

I documented the sprinkler adventures for your viewing pleasure. I am warning you, Connor is wearing only his underwear. Be glad he has that on, if he had his way he would have been naked. Olivia however, would not leave the house without her lady hat on. 

I am translucent boy, the sprinkler is no match for me!

washing the "digger" otherwise known as a shovel.  He doesn't like the water getting in his face. Only my child would play in the sprinkler with one hand covering his face.

washing the "scrape" otherwise known as a rake

"Dang, how am I going to get those without getting water in my eyes?"

 Side note: I did turn the sprinkler off so he could get the shovels, but being the mom that I am I turned it back on right as he grabbed them. Olivia and I thought it was hilarious, Connor, not so much.

Fancy hat girl with "scrape and sidewalk chalk" Note, the whale on the patio. Yep, I drew that, I know impressive huh?

The solution to the water in the eyes: safety goggles from the play tool set.

Night and Day

That is how different my children are compared to each other. Olivia is enthusiastic about everything, even if it is something brand new. Connor likes to ease his way into things and usually can't do anything new without first letting me know how nervous he is about it. Olivia practically dances all day long. She can't even walk down the hall without bobbing her head back and forth and shaking her little booty. Connor, well, we are still trying to get him to bend his knees while he runs, it's great entertainment watching him.

This morning I made the kids something new for breakfast. I asked them if they would like to try cinnamon toast for breakfast. Olivia of course shouts "YA"! She doesn't care what it is as long as it's breakfast. Connor is concerned about having to try the cinnamon toast. I have to explain what it is a few times to him. I assured him he would love it and was really wanting some myself, but no, I have to eat a stupid egg because it's healthier. I am just a little bitter. Olivia dived right into her toast and yelled "Yum!" after every bite. I had to make Connor try his. Olivia was asking for seconds before Connor even took a bite. While I am making Liv more, Connor tells me he is done with his toast. The only part he ate was the crust. The crust! Who eats the crust on cinnamon toast? The best part is the middle with all that butter, sugar, and cinnamon. I just can't believe it. Oh, and while I was making them breakfast I was singing the song about the ant trying to move the rubber tree. Olivia just bobbed her head back and forth with a huge smile on her face enjoying the song, while Connor stared at me confused. I knew I was going to have to interpret the song for him. Sure enough,  "Mom, why is the ant trying to move a tree? Is he looking for food? Is it a sugar ant? Can ants really move trees?" Oh my. I was already tired of having to explain things and it was only 7:30 in the morning.

It just makes me laugh how different they are, but I just love each of their personalities. They keep me busy and make me laugh every day. They do have some things in common, but the most important thing is that they both love to snuggle with their momma.

Desperation is a dangerous thing.....

Especially when scissors are involved. My hair has really been bugging me lately. It was at the perfect length that it always got in my mouth. I kept finding food in it. It was like I was a three year old that constantly had sticky stuff in their hair. So last night I stood in front of my bathroom mirror with chunk of my hair in one hand and scissors in the other for fifteen minutes asking Olivia if I should cut my hair. I kept saying, "should I do it? It's really bugging me! Should I just go ahead and cut it?" And my darling daughter answered me every time with an enthusiastic "Ya!" while she went through my makeup drawer and put on my chapstick. So I took my almost two year olds advice and cut my hair. And then panicked! When Scott got home he cut the other side of my hair that I was afraid to finish. I can't believe I let my husband cut my hair. If that doesn't say trust I don't know what does. Okay, trust really had nothing to do with it. I was just desperately hoping he could help me fix what I started. It didn't turn out too bad, but don't examine the cut too close. Tucking my hair behind my ears really camouflages things.

I sent my mom four pictures and she never got them and before I could get any trusted outside opinion on my hair it was time for me to go to church. I actually got a few compliments on it and my sister approved. I know she would tell my the truth.



If you are wondering what is wrong with my face, it's a no makeup day. Will I ever cut my hair by myself again? Probably not.

 On a different note, I made the best banana bread I have ever had yesterday. It has a delicious sugary streusely crust on the top. Here's the link. You can thank me later. http://tastykitchen.com/recipes/breads/extra-special-banana-bread/

Payback

Last night my son got me back for all the times that I have scared him, and he did it without even trying.  He likes to listen to music at night which I am okay with until it is time for me to go to bed. I have to have it really quiet in the house or I just can't sleep. Connor's room is right across the hall from ours so I can hear his music quite clearly. I usually sneak into his room when I am headed to bed and turn his music off. Last night I snuck into his room and was just about to turn his music off when I realized that he wasn't asleep, but was sitting up staring at me. Scared the living daylights out of me! I am suprised I didn't scream. Do you know how creepy it is to see someone sitting up and staring at you in the darkness? He just looked at me and said, "What are you doing in my room mom?" When I recovered enough to talk, I just told him I was checking on him. I just wanted to make sure he was doing okay. I am not sure he really believed me. I tried to sneak back in his room later to turn off his music but the kid was still awake. Why was it taking so long for him to go to sleep? Maybe he was waiting for me to come back in. I eventually just went in and told him I had to turn his music down, it was driving mommy crazy. I think next time I will send Scott in there, he doesn't scare as easily as I do.