As Time Goes By

I used to be much more consistent. Not only with the blog but with things like laundry and picking up the house. Feeling like a single parent really takes the motivation out of me though, I have to admit. So any way, on to the stories and pictures from the last two weeks.

We've enjoyed a bit of nice weather recently. Although it's been raining a lot this week so we've actually been constricted to the house more than the kids would like. Vash has started mixing up real song lyrics with made up ones. For example: I caught him singing, "Every time I touch that track, it turns into golden super heroes." If you listen to B.O.B. you'll figure out just how much of that is an actual song. LOL. 

Vash is pretending to be Iron Man here. Thanks to wonky editing on my iPhone he even has a bionic eye to prove he's not all human anymore!

I'm not sure where she learned it or why she's started this but Rhyla now calls me Shrimp. It's supposed to be a term of endearment but I'm not gonna lie. I much prefer, "Milk Mommy?" to "Get me milk, Shrimp."

Rhyla is "holding very still" so we could take a picture of her Minnie hair pretty. Last night, she woke up crying and when I asked her what was wrong she said, "The crocodiles ate Snow White!" What a nightmare that must have been. Needless to say she came to sleep in my bed after that.

The kids have started having their food talk to each other during lunchtime. Example: Vash says, holding up a  cheese stick, "I'm Mr. Cheese. What's your name?"

Rhyla replies, walking her pickle across the table, "I'm Mr. Pickle. Nice to meet you!"

Now that the flowers and things are blooming around the yard, we learned about wish flowers. Ok, so they're dandelions or something right? I don't care. I just remember loving them when I was little because Belle played with them in the movie. Rhyla was sitting in my bed the other night; not sleeping, despite it being after eleven, but playing. She turns to me and says, "Want to see Rhyla Daddy?" Then she puts on Craig's hat and smiles at me before busting into laughter. 

Speaking of Rhyla in my bed again, (The child is there almost every night now that she thinks Craig is never coming home) I've learned that she says really weird things when she's sleepy. Randomly, she sighs the other night and whispers, "Spider-Man has no lips."

Vash is too smart for his own good. Now that he's completely weened from the binky, he knows it's a bargaining chip with Rhyla. (She's actually pretty well weened too, except when she's sick or really sad.) Anyway, he wanted to tell a story the other day and Rhyla wouldn't quit interrupting. So he grabs the binky and in a tone very much like Mother Gothel uses when tricking the Stabbington Brothers  in Tangled says, "Rhyla, you get a binky if you stop talking." It was actually really funny.

And about those crocodiles Rhyla dreamed ate Snow White? I think she got the idea from the movie The Rescuers: Down Under. The three of us had watched it earlier and the only reason I remember is because when the poacher tries to feed the boy to the crocs, Vash turns to me and asks what he's doing. I said the crocs want to eat the boy and Vash asks, "They want to eat him like bacon?" The kid cracks me up.

I think she looks just like a doll when she sleeps. I freaking love these kids. Did I mention that neither one can correctly say the word "Music?" No, it's more like "Mew-Scat." Adorable, but sounds like what would happen if the Aristocats met Louis Armstrong. LOL.

Honestly, not a lot else has been going on. We had the Scouts build a bridge to use for future "Arrow of Light" ceremonies. They'll be painting it this Wednesday. I've been meaning to clean out the fridge so there's TONS of excitement that I'm sure will accompany that task. I'll be teaching my first lesson in Relief Society this Sunday so I have to get on preparing that. And Craig's been gone for three weeks and won't be returning for another five... so there's always that to look forward to.

Until next time...