Six year old stunts

Everyone says-all kids cut their hair. But in November, Gibson was on a cutting kick, not to mention some deranged hate, lashing out, destructo rampage. I think the worst is over, but here is the funny part of the damage inflicted by the scissor-weilding psycho:

His own style....The resulting haircut to clean up his own style....

and for the not so fun moment- the hole gauged in the wall in a fit of who knows what with the same scissors- that really, he has LIMITED access to! Really, I swear!

I'm Leaf-ing!

So for the first day of winter, I thought I might get around to posting about our fall. We always have a TON of leaves, and our next door neighbor always has a Spotless yard, riding his lawnmower to get the pesky suckers at least every other day. We have no riding lawnmower and Derick could careless about the leaves on our or our neighbor's yard- regardless if it kills our grass, because Derick really doesn't care much about that either... so you can guess how mortified I was and how mortified our neighbor's wife was when she called to ask us when we were gonna rake our leaves because her husband was upset because they were blowing onto his lawn.

We kinda hemmed and hawed a bit, but we got to it one Saturday, and guess what? it was the most blustery, windy, close to tornado weather ever. we would rake , pile and shove, and it would blow right back. AND THEN another gust would come up and blow it directly into our neighbor's yard. This went on for HOURS. I was singing "Don Quixote" for about two of those hours because everything we did just seemed so pointless. In these pictures you can actually see the line of demarcation of where our leaves- I mean lawn- stops and theirs starts.

oh, btw- our leaf blower wouldn't EVEN start for us- not like that day it woulda helped anyway against the gale-force winds, and our children were good for about 2 swipes with the special kid rakes I bought them (they were BEGGING to rake with us, pleading, taking the rakes our of our very hands!!!) and were back in the house yelling for drinks, movies and what have you every 10 minutes!!!

Delaney states what she wants for breakfast and Christmas

Delaney is a slave to her brother. Just today he was really pushing her around (physically AND mentally) and he apologized after literally biting a hole in her finger and we had yelled at him, and she throws her arms around him and gives him a huge squeeze- complete with little grunting squeeze sound. So when she strikes out on her own, especially when he is around, it is usually very funny.

The first example comes from a hot-mess breakfast where between Brooke, Delaney and Gibson there were over 7 bowls of cereal in different ranges of eaten-ness because if one kid had a cereal, the other HAD to have it even if they hate it and so on. This also included Brooke insisting on Chocolate milk because it is all Delaney drinks, and Brooke literally doing this little gag every time she forced herself to take a sip, and included all drinks being in baby bottles, because Delaney saw that Brooke used a bottle at night! SO you see how the Monkey-see, Monkey-do thing was in FULL effect! I just couldn't take it anymore- we were wasting food and messing up dishes left and right, not to mention the nourishment the girls were NO getting, so I gave a lecture/speech/impassioned plea for everyone to just choose what they wanted to eat based upon what THEY liked and not what ANYONE else had, and that it is OK to eat what you WANT and not what anyone else wants and could you please tell us what you want to eat so we can move on to the rest of our day?????

Laney boldly and loudly states "I want a cupcake. Mommy, I wanna eat a cupcake. Mommy, I want a cupcake for breakfast."

So yes, she listened and she responded, and she totally got us.

The second was really cute. Our family is happily (HA!) driving to church on a Sunday afternoon. Gibson is on a gimme kick like crazy for Christmas, and I am trying to emphasize GIVING as he told me yet a MILLIONTH thing to add to his Christmas list, so I asked him if he had thought about what to get Delaney for Christmas. He repeats the question, and starts to think (complete with hum-ming and and um-ing) and from the back seat we hear a perfect stage whisper of "Diamond Castle, Gibson" "Barbie Diamond castle" "Gibson- Barbie Diamond Castle"

We CRACKED up. She not only can grasp what we are talking about, she knows when to assert just what SHE wants!!! How helpful!

The above picture of Brooke and Delaney also has a cute story- They took Gibson to the school bus stop and Brooke was SOOOO excited to know someone who was actually going to go ON a school bus. So they were excited to see him getting out of the car to get on the school bus and then get on the school bus. BUT! the doors shut and the bus drove away. AND Gibson was still on it!

Brooke began to panic and sob-"MY GIBSON! NO my GIBSON! Go get him mommy! Go get him back!" and proceeded to be sad for about 10 minutes that he was gone. Guess you gotta be careful what you wish for!!

Aunt Alices c0ncert- sim Shalom w cant0r wh0 is the s0n 0f Hal0caust surviv0rs. Beautiful!

This was really funny whn he rand0mly said it! Ths was a reenactment.

@ nutcracker! S0 cute!

Stuff on my mind.

I have been considering all my stuff. CLUTTER. I am the queen of it. but it is really funny since I proclaim to be such a 2nd hand person, and tree hugger. I don't use plastic bags anymore, have streamlined GIbson's lunches in to all reusable stuff, yet IT still piles up in my house and my life, and My mind. My girlfriend gave me a book about clutter and their answer is throw it out, but I just feel terrible about that and usually send stuff to thrift stores or freecycle or stuff, and then I got a link to this project (click the banner above). It is a 20 minute movie, but can be easily watched a segment at a time and is simple enough for anyone to understand, and it is really cool. so check it out, and see if you start looking at your stuff differently!