Heidi, in frustration with her Uncle Paul for not letting her play with his cell phone: 

“When I get big like you, and I have hair on my face, I’m going to get a phone just like yours.”

😉

Heidi enters her second year of preschool as a 3 yr old and Wyatt starts his first year as a 2 yr old, each going three half days a week. They both love it. Here are our first day of school pictures. Moving targets make photography difficult! Catherine took the last picture once they arrived back home after school.

Everyone wonders if they have it.  For the most part, no one will tell you if you do.  Maybe your spouse will tell you but even if he does, he may be too gentle about it.  In not wanting to hurt your feelings, he basically “lets you off the hook” and you never treat the problem.  You know who will tell you the truth, the hard truth, without worrying about your feelings?  Your kid.  The younger they are the less regard they have for feelings as they don’t understand the concept of hurt feelings.

Case in point:

About a month ago I was putting Heidi to bed.  We always snuggle after I read her a story and before I leave her room.  This particular night we were facing each other and were nearly nose to nose.  Very quickly she said, “Mommy, don’t do that.”  I asked her “What?” and she replied, “Don’t put your ‘breaf’ on me.”  She then put her hand up between our faces to block my ‘breaf’ from making it to her face.

Fast forward to tonight.  Story.  Snuggling.  She rolls away from me, putting her back to me.  At the same time she says, “I’m going to lay this way so you don’t  ‘breave’ on me.”  I thought for a minute, my mind starting down the path to hurt feelings and decided to ask a question.  “Heidi, why don’t you want me to breathe on you?  Because my breath is hot or because it is stinky?”  Without a moment’s hesitation she says, “Because it is hot.”

So there you have it.  Brutal honesty from a newly 3 year old.  My breath is NOT bad!  Whew!

You know you’re a mom when you try to plug in your cell phone charger in your cigarette lighter and can’t because there are dimes in there.

Pictured:  Big girl Heidi getting her teeth cleaned all by herself! She left me in the reception area to go back alone!  Also pictured:  Wyatt viewing his wiggling tongue in action pre-exam and having his teeth checked.  Not pictured:  Wyatt crying when he’d had enough.  Poor baby isn’t even two yet!  He sure thought Mr. Windy and Mr. Thirsty were cool, though!

Wyatt colored on the wall.  I can’t believe we made it to three years with kids before this happened.  That’s got to be a record!  Check out those nice circles!  Way to go, buddy! 

This pic was just texted to me by Catherine, their nanny, along with the message, “Don’t worry; we cleaned it all off!”

I just happened to see this summer camp fb post today.  Nice, Heidi!  I’m not sure if it was her turn to do this or if she was just doing her thing.  I’d bet money she was just doing her thing.

 

The other night Heidi took a bath in my big tub.  She likes to “swim” in it and was doing just that.  All of the sudden she pops up with a big splash and shouts, “YAY, I winned the race!  It’s the Wympics, Mommy!”  

I should have known they’d be making quite the deal over the Olympics at summer camp and swimming is going on right now.  It was too cute!  

Things you never thought you’d ask your husband: “Mikey, can you beat box?”

Stay tuned…Heidi and I might be a top hit on you tube soon.