Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

MckMama is redoing her site, and her button wasn't working for her "Not Me Monday" post, so if you're reading this, I haven't check to see if she has fixed it yet to update this!

Still,"Not Me Monday" pushes on...

You know, I haven't been feeling to well all the time lately, and so some of the housework has suffered. This last week, it was the laundry. Something had to give as I was trying to hold the rest of the house together! So enjoy all of the laundry themed "Not Me's" of the week:

I did not have a babysitter over the other day and feel the need to make my house look somewhat presentable, so I took all of the clean laundry up to my bedroom so it wasn't spread all over the couch in the den. After I didn't stash the still-not-folded laundry, my daughter did not lay down on the couch and ask "Mommy, when did we get this couch?"

Adding onto that "Gretchen hasn't been behind on laundry" theme (which by the way is about caught up since Knut's been home this weekend and was able to help with the kids more) I was not out of clean socks to wear the other day and needed some since I was on my way to town, and I did not just go into my son's drawer, and take some of his socks since they're so stretchy, I can make them fit. I do not know that his size socks are so stretchy because this has been done before. What, do you think I go around trying on my kids' socks out of desperation? Not me! When David saw my socks, we did not have a conversation like this:

David: "Mommy, those look like my socks!"
Me: "Yes, they sure do look like your socks, don't they?"
David: "Mommy, I think you're wearing my socks."
Me: "My socks look just like yours, don't they? Isn't that fun?"
David: "Mommy, you're wearing my socks."
Me: "That's right, David, I'm wearing socks that look just like yours."

Further:
I did not pull a load out of the dryer as I was catching up on laundry on Saturday, only to find one of the kids had put a ball of my 100% wool yarn from my store stash in with the load. There was not strings of very felted yarn binding up the whole load into one large felted mess! Argh!

I did not look through Elias' diapers and feel bad that he has all of my "practice diapers" that I learned to sew diapers with. All the mistakes, the boring white, etc. Here I had all of these fun diapers for sale in my store, and he had all of these awful ones! I was just sick of changing his diaper places and people saying "are these the diapers you make?" and shamefully answering "No, these are the diapers I practiced on. The ones I sell are MUCH nicer!" So I marched right on over to my store stash, and did not just grab 2 new diapers for Elias, so that he could wear some of my best as well. (They are his favorite diapers, by the way! So bright and cheery!)

I did not happen to be out of clean diapers when I made this decision to get him 2 more either. That did not have any bearing on my decision. At all. If that were the case...it would have to be by mere coincidence.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

O, where to start! There's so many confessions so share of late! Knut did not kindly do some laundry while I was gone on my sewing retreat, and leave all of it on the couch for me to fold when I got home. I did not, at that point, leave it there untouched for a whole week (besides stopping by the pile to pick up a sock here or there because someone in the family needed a pair.) Of course I ironed all of them at that point, and didn't just fold and put them away after said week of being on the couch, because who really cares that the kids are walking around in super wrinkled clothes at home this week?

I have not ever left dishes in my kitchen this last week, overnight, and woke up to a mess in the morning. Never.

I did not go to the wrong HIT basketball game this last weekend, at the wrong gym, and just stand there for a minute, pretending it was the right game because I didn't want to haul the kids back to the car and drive to another gym. I needed a bit of a breather. When we did get to the right gym, it wasn't just a few minutes before the game I wanted to watch ended.

I have not, this past week, just put Elias in the crib for a few minutes in the middle of the day because he's whiny and I don't know what else to do with him. Just a few minutes of semi-peace in the middle of the day is so precious!

By the way, feel free to leave comments with your "not-me" stories for the week!

Not Me Monday! (aka post 299)

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not set my children in front of the television to write this post.

I never mix up the name of my dog and the names of one of my children when I am scolding someone. I never shout "Lena, stop that!" When in fact, I mean one of my children. I am not my mother, or grandmother, and always say the right name with the right person/dog.

(Just to reassure everyone who is worried: the kids are never alone with Lena. They just love to be around each other pretty much all the time!)


I am not sneaking in the sneak peek of the 300 post giveaway for all of you. I mean, really...

I did not find this out of print Joel Dewberry fabric that I've been on the hunt for 2 years for (on ebay), and I'm not sharing it with you in the form of an incredibly cute bag. Not me!

I did not recently have such an awful day with the kids that I was so busy correcting, disciplining, explaining, conversing, (and of course not yelling) with them that I was in tears when Knut got home because they were so awful that day I actually had no time to make supper and we had nothing to eat in the house. He didn't then, tell me to run into town to pick up some Pizza Hut while he and the kids made me some brownies. I mean I always keep my cool with the kids, and provide for them fun and cognitively developing activities for them, and don't just yell "Go play and leave me alone so I can make supper" over and over again.

I've also not told my children multiple times lately "you can find something fun to do, or I'll find something for you." (which means they'll get some chores.)

I have not been falling behind on my laundry...again...and I haven't worn the same pair of socks more than once because they're the cleanest ones I have. I also put Elias in the fantastically cute clothes he has every day, and never ever leave him in his pajamas all day long because we're not going anywhere that day.

I do not use the ratty old diapers that used to be David's and should have been thrown away long ago on Elias when his nice diapers are washing. They should be burned, and they are so thin I can put my fingers through some holes, but when I'm in a pinch, they work. I don't sell fabulously cute diapers, and then put my old child in diapers that aren't fit for rags when I'm behind on washing diapers. I will throw them away this week and make Elias 2-3 more decent diapers to replace them. (shhh...probably not.)

Happy Monday!

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I can't believe I'm sharing some of this stuff this week...

I did not not know that my son had thrown up again, sometime...I don't know when, and not tell me so that his old throw up bucket did not tip over when he kicked it in his sleep, and old vomit did not land all over his sheets, but luckily not on him. (Did I write that right? I meant to say the negative of I didn't know that my son threw up in his old throw up bucket on the shelf on his headboard, and then he kicked it in his sleep, and vomit went all over the bed. He then woke up...poor thing.)

I mean, I would never leave a (I thought empty) vomit bucket in a room for days after he was sick. My kids' rooms are always spotless and can pass a white glove inspection. They always pick up their toys too.

This incident did not lead to the decision, as I have another twin bed in the room waiting for Elias to outgrow the crib, to completely move him to a new clean bed for the night. I then took care of his yucky bed as best I could in the dark (since Elias and he share a room) and waited for morning to do the rest. I've never been so grateful for a spare bed in my life.

I did not keep my daughter up past 9pm on a school night because of a small group meeting at church we joined. We would never put her through that, and then mercilessly wake her up at 6:30 the following morning to get ready to meet the bus.

I did not (really brace yourself for this one) not clean my fridge before we left on Christmas vacation...

.... ..... ....and then put it off until last week. Seriously, it wasn't as bad as I'd imagined...but it was pretty bad. I (real here) usually clean it out once a week. I never(fake mode again) put off jobs that I hate until they take over some part of my life. If you want proof, go look at my sofa in the den, and how free of mountains of laundry it has right now. (insert hysterical laughter here.) I mean...I'm always on top of everything...especially housework.

I did not feed my baby Honeycomb (the cereal) for 45 minutes of solid fist to mouth action just because it was the only thing keeping him from screaming. That was not followed the next day, but with Ritz crackers because we were out of Honeycomb. My kids eat healthy, vegetable-like foods for snacks and not cereal...all...day...long.

Well, that's it for now, and probably more than I should have.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Dear people reading my blog, I'm sorry I haven't done a "not me" post in awhile. It is certainly not because I've had no lack of content! What can I say...life doesn't seem to be slowing down.

I do not let my kids watch t.v. all day when they are sick. I do not justify it in my head as "the right thing to do" because it's helping them rest when they're awake. I'm sure there are more beneficial activities for them to do when they're sick, but this is by far the easiest.

The couch in our den doesn't perpetually have laundry on it. As soon as I put all the clothes away, it doesn't show up again in a matter of hours.

I did not completely unravel a pair of longies (wool diaper cover pants) I was working on when it was 3/4 done, because there were too many things I didn't like about them. I would not waste my time like that, and I always catch my mistakes in time.

I have not completely gotten addicted to coffee again, after so carefully weaning myself off it a few years ago. I do not get a headache if I by 9am if I haven't had one yet. It didn't just start with me saying "I haven't had one in awhile, I'm sure one wouldn't hurt" a few days in a row.

I have my eyes on all my children at all times, and never walk into the room to find that they have taken out every single piece to every single board game, and are swimming in a big pile of pieces. That would simply be impossible.

I have not been watching the Olympics when there are other things I should be doing like preparing for Nerdy Gerdy Boutique opening in 2 weeks (want to peek into the store windows and see what's coming together?), doing dishes, or even sleeping. Nope, not me!

I did not just put a plug for my new store in this Not Me Monday post. I mean, that would be abusing some sort of power or something, right?

I better go, the coffee I'm not having, is not ready.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

OK, I'm not sure I can get these graphics to work right on my papa's computer, so you'll just have to imagine the "not me" button.

I am not sleeping in incredibly late and letting my husband take care of the kids in the morning. He's a morning person anyway, and he figures I could use the sleep.

I did not just go ahead and take 2 pieces of chocolate cake for my first time round the buffet at my sister's baby shower yesterday because really, who are we kidding here.

I am not secretly excited that my parents have the Nick Jr. and Toon Disney channels and I'm not taking full advantage of them whenever the kids seem to be driving me crazy. I plan way more exciting vacation adventures.

Well, that's all I can think of for now, as I wasn't planning on doing a "Not Me Monday" post today. Kinda spur of the moment.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I only have time for one confession, but I did not keep one of the kids' Christmas presents hidden in my sewing room. If I did, I would not have removed it from the hiding spot while sewing, and set in in the den, with intentions of putting it away before the kids got up. If I did, I would not have left it out until morning, put it away, but too late because David came up to me saying "I got a new car toy!" and I didn't say "show me."

If that happened, and he couldn't find the toy (that I finally put away) and started to panic, I would not have made up some heathen story about a little elf that I had seen wondering into our house and came and took the toy back until Christmas. I did not go into detail as to the size of elf, his hair color, and the clothes that he was wearing to David, which left him angry towards all elves since. He gives dirty looks to even a picture of one. He is not convinced now that all elves are out to get his toys.

Nope. That would not happen at our house!

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and pretty much got upset at everybody a some point. There. I said it. I am a happy, cheery person in the morning, especially Monday mornings.

I do not consider buying fabric/yarn/patterns or drool over them on the internet while I already have too much going on in my sewing room. No, it is not an addiction.

I do not secretly get excited when Christmas things show up at stores way too early, and I have not walked up and down the aisles looking at everything and drinking it all in. It's not even Halloween yet, for crying out loud!

If I agreed for all of the kids to have a flu shot when Silje was in for her boosters before school started, and was told that they needed to have them all come back in a month for another installment, I would not not bring them back because I got busy, and then decided that I don't want them exposed to Dr.'s office germs. Every time I bring my kids to the clinic this time of year they all get sick.

I did not let David start watching cartoons at 7am this morning. Well, if you got up as early as I did, handle the cranky kids who were up too late last night, and up WAY too early this morning, and you were coming to your breaking point at 7am, you might not let him watch cartoons either.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I was not too lazy this week, to give all the kids a good bath Saturday night so they can all be clean at the same time for Sunday. I then did not proceed to pick wax out of their ears as I saw fit all day Sunday. I never once heard: "Eeewwww, Mommmmmy!!"

I did not join a woman's Bible study for the last few weeks, and only complete about a day of homework. I completely know how awesome Bible studies are and don't waste that valuable opportunity. Further, I did not promise myself to work on Bible memory and write out a few cards to work on, and then proceed to work on it for 2 days...3 weeks ago. I am not the queen of good intentions.

I did not sneak coffee three times this last week, after weaning myself off of it almost 3 years ago. No, I do not have an addiction, no, it is not a problem, and no, one of my friends could not tell simply by my jittery voice on the phone that I had snitched some coffee I should not have had.

I do not have dirty laundry on my floor in the bedroom that can actually be dated by the fact that it hasn't been in season to wear for a few weeks.

Silje and David have not been out of clean socks for 2 days now, and I did not spend 10 minutes searching for a pair of acceptably clean socks for Silje to wear to school today.

And lastly, I did not leave the ironing board and iron out all weekend long in a place in the laundry, ahem, I mean sewing room where it was constantly in my way. I did not walk around it, move it, curse it, and then finally this morning, take the 3 seconds it takes to put it away. That makes no sense at all, and I always do things that are efficient and logical.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Let's see. I have not ignored whatever tomatoes are in the garden for about 4 days because I just haven't had the time, energy, or inkling of a desire to make any more spaghetti sauce. I wouldn't waste a good resource like that!

I do not let David watch as much t.v. as he wants Monday mornings because Sundays often get crazy, and we all need to regroup. I always prepare brain stimulating activities for my kids that are wholesome, natural and keep them active.

I was not relieved that Silje had school today because that means a few hours of her and David not bickering this morning.

I have, of course, told my kids about the chocolate peanut butter ice cream in the freezer and did not just buy and hide it so that I wouldn't have to share with them. I always give them my best, and never just the leftover birthday cake. I have never given them the bulk vanilla from the bucket, and then wait for them to go to bed, and bring out the good brand name stuff in the small quarts that are full of yummy goodness. I have no idea what you're talking about.

There is not dog hair simply everywhere in my house right now, and I have, of course, taken the time to brush and comb and bathe Lena in the last month. She is just so sweet and pleasant smelling right now I wish you could all be here to see my clean dog, and my clean house.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I do not listen to my kids' VBS cd from this summer just because I like the music. It's kids' music and I shouldn't be dancing to it shamelessly in front of my dog and baby. (I don't think they'll tell anybody.)

I do not eat just the marshmallows out of my children's generic Lucky Charms.

I have not said the following things this last week:

"Why is there butter on the camera?"

"Get off of your sister's face."

"You're done playing with each other. Don't look at each other. Don't talk to each other. Don't even think about each other. Leave each other alone."

"Do you want goldfish crackers for supper?"

What kind of crazy lady says those things, anyway.

Go ahead and join the "Not Me Monday" carnival by clicking on the button, or if you want, you may do your healthy confession in my comments section. I won't tell anyone ;)

Not Me Monday!

If you want to see other "not me" blogs today, go ahead and click on the not me button. It'll take you right there.

I did not show up for church on Sunday morning, and realize that my baby had dried snot spread all over his face from the night before. Of course I looked him in the face sometime that morning, and must have seen it.

I did not keep my 5 year old up late on a school night. We got home late from our small group at church, and she was not so tired this morning. Not only that, I didn't suggest to my husband that we should stop by the store for some milk on the way home from the small group. He then didn't look at me like I had two heads and say "Um, it's a school night? It's already an hour past her bedtime." I'm totally with the new school routine, and would not completely forget that she needs to catch the bus early.

I did not argue with her this morning on several things from outfit decisions to what she was going to bring to show-and-tell. Both things that should have been decided yesterday. (She was supposed to bring something with her favorite color, or something to do with apples. She wanted to bring her bunny with a green ribbon. It did not fit in either category. She then realized that the green in the bunny's ribbon matches the leaves on an apple tree. I thought that was stinkin' creative of her, and let her bring it.)

And no, this is not a picture of Silje and Elias after she got home from school last Friday and he's still in his p.j.s.

I have not forbidden Silje and David from speaking to each other because of the yelling and bickering 13, 462 times this last week. I would never yell at my children at the top of my lungs to stop yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. How hypocritical would that be!



Knut and I did not just crack up into hysterical laughter when David was explaining his painting to us. It was of his daddy, and let's just say it was anatomically correct. Some things are just very important to boys.



And this post was not written while I was still in my bathrobe, thinking about what I should have for lunch today.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not send Silje off to school without a packed lunch today, and just told her to pick up a hot one there even though I know she will probably hate what they're serving today. I have no bread in the house, so tough luck.

I did not push my fear of creatures inside my house upon my son. Just because I was scared of the toad trying to hop upstairs from the basement to well, the upstairs doesn't mean David has to be. After all, I should be talking him in to thinking that catching the toad for Mommy is really fun. Now he runs, ahem I mean doesn't run, and doesn't scream like a girl when he sees a frog.

I did not spend the majority of Saturday talking to my sister about her twins, and then talking to my sister-in-law who's having twins about my sister having twins, and then talking to my mom about all the twins. I got my chores done and paid attention to my children...of course.

Not My Child!

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Welcome to Not My Child! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what her children have not been doing.

My child does not wet the bed. If my child would wet the bed, and I was out of clean sheets, I most certainly not just let my child sleep on the plastic mattress cover...for a few nights. All of my children always make their bed, and their room always looks like it came out of a Pottery Barn catalog.

My children do not ask every 5 seconds during our church service if it is done yet. My children sit quietly, sitting up straight, with their legs crossed at the ankles, paying attention to the sermon and cross referencing in their Bibles. They most certainly have never been taken from the sanctuary screaming.

My children don't ask for food ALL DAY LONG! They eat during mealtimes or snack times, and don't harass me for food every waking minute, and refuse to eat during mealtimes even though I haven't given into them all day. My children always eat everything on their plate, and never complain about what is served. They are so excited to try new things.

My children do not start loud arguments with each other for fun. I have never heard them "cue" one another when one is not cooperating in the fight, just to move things along. (e.g. David will not say "Silje, you're supposed to say: 'No! You can't take my doll!'" and then Silje doesn't follow suit and scream that at the top of her lungs.) That would be very annoying.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I do not still have suitcases out and filled with clothes from our trip to Montana and the trip to the lake that soon followed. All of the laundry is from the trip is of course, done, folded, and put away and some of that laundry most certainly was not just washed, dried, and then hidden in my bedroom when we had guest over yesterday.

When David has now repeatedly had accidents at night, and I have not gotten around to washing all the twin sheets from the trip, I did not just put an old blanket on top of his plasticy mattress cover and not bother with sheets at all...for a few nights.

I did not make an entire pan of brownies while the kids were sleeping, hide it, and eat it all for myself over the course of a few days and not share it with anyone. (Knut isn't supposed to have them on his diet anyway.) I would not lie to my children and say "you smell brownies? That's strange..." (haha! side note: I just realized I'm turning into my Grandma, who once hid the lefse that Aunt JoAnn sent us for Christmas because 'no one enjoys it like I do.')

Not My Child!

MckMama is mixing things up this Monday, as we're not talking about things moms have done, but things our kids do. I should give you 2 WARNINGS about this post. First, it's very long as I have a lot of material from the last week with Grammy and Papa here. Second, beware of pictures that I've inserted in like this one:

that has nothing embarrassing at all, but is cute and I'm trying to post pictures of what we've been doing and the "not my child Monday" so I can kill 2 birds with one stone. What can I say...I'm a busy mama.

At the softball game last week, my kids stayed perfectly pristine.

They never play in the dirt there, and behave like angels.

I went a little crazy with the picture taking here. I just don't know where to stop!



My child is never mistaken for a cartoon character. He never runs like a cartoon character, gearing up before he moves, and he doesn't have this habit of repeating everything you say in the form of a question. For example:

Grammy: David, you look handsome today.
David: I look handsome today?
Grammy: Yes, you do.
David: I do?
Grammy: You have a nice shirt on.
David: I have a nice shirt on?
I'll stop there. I really couldn't go on for hours.



These are not my children. Well, 2 of them are.


None of my children love to watch t.v. way too much.


These are definitely not my kids.


My child did not spend a ton of time playing in a firetruck in the mall without any quarters to put in them, and he most certainly did not ward away any customers said firetruck may have had.


My child is rarely seen with a book, and can easily go 10 minutes without reading one.


Again, not my kids.


My child did not have a race with his older brother and sister for the first time and squeal with delight. Um, my child doesn't wear pajamas all day long either.


Now, that looks like a charming child...


Nope, not mine!


Not my kids, these ones are sleeping.


My child didn't fall asleep like magic at the county fair. When this child's mother put her lemonade in the cup holder of the stroller and then the stroller went over a bump, this child did not get splashed in the face with lemonade, and then wake up to lemonade in his eyes and be understandably was crabby until we, ahem, his family got home.


My children were well behaved at the fair.


My girl did not hear another girl tell her mommy that she wanted to ride in the purple balloon, and then when the gates open, push that other girl over so she could get to the purple balloon first. Nope, not my child!


My child did not sneak up to his room, and snuggle with his blanket on the floor, and then fall asleep in a position that makes you think he's a plummer who is praying to Mecca.


This child did not just sneak into this post to look cute.


And this angel is not sleeping...

after spending some good time tearing the wallpaper in her brother's room. Nope, not my child!

Not Me Monday!

Well, I've missed some of these, and MckMama has a new picture for her "Not Me" carnival. Here it goes:

I did not make the guests of my home do chores this morning and this afternoon. (3 of my cousins are out visiting before our big family reunion this next weekend.) After discussing the plans the night before, I did not overhear the oldest of the sibling group tell the other two as they were going to bed: "We're all getting up no later than 7:30 tomorrow...and I'm not afraid to use water."

And when running to the store today, I had to move Knut's pick up out of the driveway. When my cousins admitted that none of them drove a stick, so I would have to move the truck, I did not just shrug my shoulders and think to myself "I used to drive a stick" and get in the truck and couldn't figure out how to turn it on. I did not just put the truck in neutral and let it roll down the driveway as I waved like a beauty queen, as my cousins helped nudge it down a bit.

I will not admit that my dog likes my cousins more than she likes me...which is saying a lot because I'm her favorite in this house.

I would never put my baby in front of a Baby Einstein movie so I could write a "not me" post, because, I'm sure television is not recommended for infants.

I did not set the oven on fire the night before the 4th. My 4th pies did not drip to the bottom of the oven, and when they came out, I did not put the oven on the "clean" cycle so that it would get taken care of before I forgot, and a few minutes later there was a fire inside. I did not then start screaming, making Knut and my 3 cousins race into the kitchen to rescue me.

I did not call one of my cousins my favorite in front of all the others while playing "Settlers of Catan" just because he said it was okay for me to pick up a resource that I had forgotten to pick up in the previous turn. I would never manipulate like that just to win a silly board game.

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I have a lot this week, so settle in. I did not disregard all nap schedules this weekend, and let the kids run crazy in the childcare at the church where I spent the whole day at a woman's conference on Saturday. After that, I didn't keep the kids up late and take them to a parade in town where I did not let them run into the street to pick up candy as it was thrown, and then let them eat too much. Of course, we made it to bed on time.

On Sunday, with a renewed sense of naps, we did not take the kids to a park to play after church, where I took pictures like any wannabe MckMama would.




(Well, I suppose Knut did climb the rock wall. Because secretly he doesn't want to grow up)

Elias was very involved with our activities at that park...

After that we didn't take the kid to a grad party after church, instead of home for their afternoon nap. David did not have multiple tantrums at said party, and Knut did not have to take him to an undisclosed location to discipline him several times. After that, the kids of course took their nap at home. (Well, Silje at least did)
before the triple birthday party at our house for Knut, Silje, and Uncle Chris.

Of course, everyone went to bed on time...again.
And since I shamelessly posted pics of pictures that aren't that embarassing for not me monday, I'll confess I have not been wearing my only pair of clean pants for 3 days, and they're not so clean anymore.
And since Elias fat thighs have grown out of his one sized fit diapers I made him, I have not just put on him David's old rag looking toddler diapers for the last 2 days, even though they're huge. They were just available.

Elias is not still wearing the same onesie he was wearing yesterday.

And lastly, I didn' not just shamelessly put all 3 kids in front of the t.v. so I could write up this post. I would never use the t.v. as a babysitter.