Daddy has learned the hard way this evening that "you have a little owie? I will put some sauce on it and eat your finger" is not a good joke with small children. I told him he has to get up with anybody having nightmares tonight...

A: How old are you, Mama?

Me: 35. (in a quavering old lady voice) I'm an old, old lady!

A: (bursts into tears) You're not old!

Deadlifting sisters

A's prayer tonight: Dear God, please help me and my sister grow up to be good womens and strong womens and to love our babies. Amen.

We are sleeping in the motorhome. The girls are throwing themselves off of the bed and down onto W's mattress on the floor. I'm still half asleep and vaguely hear them yelling something as they "fall". I ask, "what game are you playing?" and A replies, "we're pieces of poop falling into the toliet!" just as W hurls herself off yelling "poop splash!"

W says, "uh oh! Somebody's up to something!" (Pause) "I better go too!"

A made friends with the lady in line behind us at the store. As we left, she commented, "that lady was very nice. I'll bet she follows all the driving rules and everything too."

After spending an evening with her cousins, A runs into the room, throws her arms wide and exclaims, "I just love you guys! I love my boys so much!"

W just did an impromptu CrossFit workout of jump roping (shaking the rope in front of her while she jumps up and down) and squats because she "needed to do some workout."

The good news is that W is potty-trained. The bad news is that it only appears to be in the house...the moment we leave it's like she's forgotten! Feeling a little trapped here til we sort this out...

W just came slithering in pretending to be a snake, threatening to eat me. Then proceeded to ACTUALLY BITE ME on my achilles tendon. Yeeowch! I told her from now on that pretend snakes only pretend bite!

W just came up to me and requested to watch Star Wars. Sniff...makes a geeky mama proud.