The Consequences of Being Outnumbered

Exhibit A. Bath Time. It must be so fun to have a buddy with you at all times... and never feel like you are completely alone. These two are so confident and while I believe that's the result of having three children with Type A personalities, it also helps that they just go grow stronger when they are together.

But when things get boring... that means that there's no reason to have to listen to your mother or pay attention to any rules. You get 2 votes... she only gets 1.

So when a bath-splash fight breaks out and your mom says, "Guys, come on... that's enough."

"You know we don't act that way..."

"You're making a mess."

"I mean it, that's enough..."

You know eventually if you are giggling and laughing THIS hard, she's going to eventually start laughing with you.

   
After all... it's just soap and water.

 And we are just children.

Christmas 2014

For my own sanity and enjoyment of the holidays I decided to leave my camera in it's bag and actually watch/participate in the craziness. But I still had my camera phone. Duh.

Over the Holidays we did a lot of dancing...

And just a few days before Christmas, Adam was being silly on the bed at Mamie and Grandpa's and fell off and broke his elbow. He doesn't really let much slow him down though.

Sometimes the fight to convince someone to get off a clean counter is more dangerous than the actually counter-sitting itself.

The night before Christmas the kids dictated a note to Santa and insisted he needed "pink drink" (Plexus Slim) rather than milk.

Santa enjoyed it but couldn't finish the cookies. In fact that one bite was too much.

The much desired CareBears.

Toothbrush in your stocking... have to try it out immediately.

The twins got new carseats.

She was told she could take one toy to Mamie and Grandpa's house. Decisions are way hard.

Colin is a pirate and he shared his new pirate gear with Grandpa. "ARRRRGGHHHH MATEY!!!"

 The day after Christmas we got casted.

 And then he got McAllister's for being so brave.

He got his cast off a month later... and giggled uncontrollably when they sawed it off, then cried and cried because he was scared that his arm was so stiff, sore and puny. But it's been about 4 days since then and already is getting a lot of strength and motion back. He's pretty good about pushing and challenging himself.

Here they are helping me cook dinner... they all want to be little chefs.

Overall the holidays wore me out!