kids and stuff

My kids are truly what makes my heart go pitter-pat!

At the ages of 4 and 5 we are going through some pretty fun stuff right now.

J. has an ever increasing savor for life. He lives each minute well.
He's in teeball. He's reading books like crazy. His top front teeth are about to wobble out of his head!
He's loving Kindergarten - most days. Today a little girl called him a name, so today school was not the best.
He looked so sad when he got home from school today that I kept trying to get him to talk. He didn't want to. He finally told me Madison had called him a 'meanie-head.' I totally understood his anguish. :)

Soapbox:
First of all, he's not a meanie-head. Second of all, the crime she accused him of was not his. He had kept a bubble in his mouth and did not cause his table to be told to line up last - it was somebody else at his table who made the noise. He has recovered from the trauma of such awful name-calling. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.

Avery is pure spunk! My little angel who never does anything wrong has been taken by body snatchers. The body snatchers were kind enough to leave a very opinionated 4-year old in her place who bears a strong resemblance to my Avery. But I assure you, this is not my little girl... ;)

I have all the help a mom could ever want cooking dinner each night. I begin to set out the ingredients for what I plan to cook and suddenly a little step-stool appears, as if by magic, right beside where I stand at the stove and is promptly followed by a little girl who desperately wants to help. SO cute!

I also get corrected every time I make a mistake or say the wrong word or even take a new street that we don't usually travel down.

My makeup no longer belongs to me - it has instead opted to drape itself across the face of a much younger, much prettier mini-me. More importantly, my perfumes and lotions have grown legs and taken up residence in my daughter's bathroom.

If I dare sit in the living room floor, that is as good as an invitation for tackling, tickling, and the like.

The long and short of it, a day in the life of the mother of 4 and 5-year olds is good. Really good.