Naughty Little Girl For Sale...or Best Offer...or FREE!

Not really...but Lu sure is a a naughty handful lately. Last Friday I had to take Joshua to his doctor to make sure that his pneumonia was going away. He was fine so I asked the doc to take a look in Larkin's ears because she had been telling me they hurt. Guess what he found...an ear infection, but only after an hour of flushing little clear plastic beads out of her ears. She had four of them. In. Each. Ear. I was a little mortified...okay, a lot!

Okay fast forward to a week later...today in fact. I took the kids to Krispy Kreme for a donut treat after Joshua's speech class. Yummy. Then I gave the kids a piece of gum. We went to the library to check out some new books and movies. They were surprisingly good. On the way home, Larkin told me she had gum...in her nose. Really??? I thought. No Way! She insisted the whole way home. She even showed me which nostril. The only thing that made the situation okay was that a professional offered his services. He's pretty much a doctor...when he dons his one white latex glove. Noah said to me, " Mom, I can get it out. I'm a really good nose picker." And you know what? He is.

I made a yummy turkey dinner on Sunday for our meal. We had turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, and of course gravy.

While we were eating it, Noah threw his fork down in disgust and said, "Mom? How could you? Why did you put fish guts in the gravy. It tastes dreadful. What were you thinking?"

"Noah," I said, "they're turkey drippings...to make the gravy delicious."

I guess not delicious...dreadful.

We are still camera-less..sigh. But here's a cute Noah story for you. You know the song, "You Belong With Me," by Taylor Swift? It's really cute and the video is even cuter.




Anyways, we were watching it the other day while making dinner. The kids' favorite part is when Taylor pretends her brush is a microphone...everyone grabs brushes and we dance around the kitchen and sing the song at the top of out lungs. Well, we were are Carl's Jr. last week and I was in line ordering. Noah climbed up onto one of the high tables near the front of the restaurant. He grabbed the salt shaker and pretended it was his microphone and proceeded to sing these lyrics: "I wear high heels, I wear short skirts." Loud. The emo teenager behind the counter did an excellent job of pretending not to hear it and stifle his laugh. It's moments like these that make a mother proud!