Out of the Mouth of Babes

I had put the kids to bed and they were not sleeping. Lola came out
arms crossed with an angry face and said, “Ryder is acting like
Satan!”

Ryder had to go to the bathroom and since we are still struggling with
#2 I was with him. Lola was in the doorway just talking up a storm and
being a distraction. I told Lola Ryder needed some privacy and I shut
the door. After I shut the door Ryder said, “Finally some peace and
quiet!”

Me: Lola your fingernails look cool
Lola: Don't say cool to me
Me: Whats wrong with cool?
Lola: I only like fancy words
It's official my 5 year old is too cool for cool.

Comeback

I used to blog and then I got busy and it sort of fell to the wayside. My journaling fell to the wayside too. So I am back hoping to Chronicle these sweet and mostly hilarious moments with my kids because I want to remember and frankly if it's not inked I don't remember.

By the way I had a baby she is almost 2 months old. Welcome to the blog Miley Rose Benson!

You know your kids had enough time in the bouncer when he keels over in exhaustion and takes a nap.

Hats

Ryder is a BIG fan of hair products. The other day I was packing the kids up in the car. Ryder went MIA and I found him in the bathroom. Making himself a "handsome boy."

I might have tried removing the promenade with a wet wipe (I was in a rush) but it didn't work. I ended up sticking his head in the sink. He still looked like a total greaseball, but slightly better. It took 3 really good washing to neutralize all the promenade.

Apparently he learned his lesson because 3 days later he did the same thing...
With Vaseline...
To his brother

For the record vaseline is super hard to get out.

Guilty

I admit it I am guilty, guilty, guilty. I've listened to Christmas music every day this week. I love it. Especially Bing Crosby and Elvis. Yesterday I found out there is a radio station (FM 100.3) that already is playing it 24/7. Just in case you are a freak like me. Hi my name is Dolly and I love Christmas.

My Little Ryder-man

Ryder is two and he isn't terrible.
Sure he is more prone to tantrums, but all in all he's been great--especially when compared to his sister when she was two or maybe that's why he seems so great.

He eats all day. I think that's because he's a boy.
He "gives" me all of his boogers. I think that's because he's a boy.
He thinks toots are ridiculously funny. I think that's because he's a boy.

He is really starting to communicate with us. I love hearing how kids try and figure out how to express themselves.
He says things like "open the door" when he wants help with a lid.
If he wants candy he says "trick or treat" (although he says with a German accent).
He asks to "hold you" when he wants to be held.
He has gummy vitamins (were are a genius invention) and he asks for his yummy bears.

I love that he hugs me and makes a little mmmmm sound while doing so.
I love that he reminds me so much of Jon.
I love that he can rock a mustache.

Love you Ryder-man.

The Worst Way to Relieve an Itch

The kids and I were playing downstairs I went upstairs to check on my sweet sleeping baby. When I came back our toilet scrubber was just lying in the middle of the floor (directly on my carpet--gross!). I asked Lola why was it out. "I needed to scratch my back."

Gross.

Update
This was taken Halloween night. Jon was a punk rocker so the earrings, spiked hair, and eyeliner are are fake.