Plethora of Cuteness

I walked in the kitchen to find Isaiah dancing around, singing along with the radio to Your Man by Josh Turner. It made me smile pretty profusely.

We made a road on the carpet out of masking tape. 2 intersections. Yes. 2. It even goes into each of the kids rooms. When Jon got home, Isaiah told him that I'm super mom because I can build roads.

Jayme asked me to sing the Alligator song to her while she was going to sleep. Alligator song? Really? I asked her how it goes. She said she didn't know. I ended up singing "rock a by alligator in the tree top..." about a million times. Don't judge...it's the only thing I could come up with.

Another time, she asked me to sing the tree song. After going through every song I knew how to sing, we discovered that 'the tree song' is actually How He Loves Us by John Mark McMillan. I teared up a bit.

Jayme is super insistent on helping with the dishes...after every single meal. Which means the kitchen floor gets thoroughly soaked 3 times a day. That also means that the floor...at least by the sink, is always super clean. Yeeeah!

We're remodeling the bathroom. It's pretty disastrous right now. Both kids keep asking why Jon and I are breaking the bathroom. In other news, showering in the kids bathroom makes me feel like a giant.

Isaiah has started biting Jayme. A lot. The first time he got a very stern warning to never do it again. The second time, we brought out the bar soap with the intention of making him taste it. He smelled it, cried and said he would never bite her again. The third time (and so far, last time), he got his mouth washed out with soap. It's been 4 days and he hasn't bit her since. He was explaining it to Jayme. He tells her "I have to eat soap if I bite you so...I won't bite you anymore, I guess."

One night before bed, I was cuddling with Isaiah. Jon came in and shut off the light. Isaiah burst into tears. He said I had to go to my own bed to cuddle with Daddy because he loves me and he would get lonely. Sweetest thing ever.

Both kids have started to talk like me. I keep hearing "I have to pee like seabiscuit." I suppose I should watch my mouth.

We were talking about babies with a friend who's going to have a baby. We were talking about a mutual friend who is also having a baby. We were discussing what said baby was going to look like. Isaiah gave his opinion. "That baby is gonna come out all squished up, and with a HUUUUGE head."

Some of these might be inappropriate, but I'm blogging them so I can read them later and remember why I love my children so much. Because, lets face it. When one child is chasing the other with a bottle of Windex because she got with a toy whale, or when your son stretches out the cord on his toy phone across his bedroom and you trip on it, moderately injuring yourself...well, you need a little reminder.