Snippets of our lives -

Do your kids ever act so ridiculously naughty that it's cute?

Our two year old has hit a stage where he hates, hates, hates eating dinner.

And so he has started putting himself in time out because he knows he will end up there eventually.

But he doesn't drag himself there alone - he grabs his older brother saying,

"Come on Little C. Time out."

Then when they're released from putting themselves in time out they celebrate.

And I laugh.

I can't help it. My kids are too cute. I am doomed.

I try and remind myself, "You are the parent - be mature - stay strong."

But somehow my past memories of my own naughtiness override and I can understand why what they're doing seems so absolutely hilarious to them.... and to me.

Proof of the cuteness:

Pirates are extra loveable right?

These next photos are a little sad -

Here's the cool Little C, busting out awesome poses in his masculine Spiderman robe -

Here's the little brother trying desperately to outdo his older sibling not realizing that it's just not as cool when you're wearing your mom's pink robe.

Update:

Little C is almost done with first grade. When he grows up he wants to me an American Idol/Exterminator. He is reading so well and like to read every sign he sees. Girls chase him at recess everyday and scream out that they want to marry him. He tells us he thinks this is so gross while trying to hold back a smile. I must proudly relay that he cleans his own bathroom, vaccuums the floors and stairs, helps with dishes, makes beds, and cleans walls and door handles wonderfully. He tries to get his chores done as quickly as possible and then rushes outside to play for the rest of the day. His skin is so dark from the sun he doesn't even look related to my pasty white self.

Gadashio is working on his public speaking. This desire was discovered by his parents when we heard his voice on the microphone last Sunday (I swear two seconds earlier he had been standing right by me).You would imagine a two year old scaling the chapel podium (since there was no stool in sight) after the fifth Sunday lesson would be obvious. Apparently you don't notice them until their voice is booming over the loud speaker.

When we asked the only witness, Little C, why he didn't stop him he said,

"Because it was too funny."

And I, understanding this sentiment, Laughed in My Head or LIMH if you will.

Side note - I am so anti acronym - LOL - dumb, I think that is the first time I have typed it in my life and at this very moment I am feeling quite repulsed. So, since I hate them so much I have decided to invent my own.

Makes sense right? Nope, not really - but I am now introducing you to LIMH. So enjoy and remember who to give the credit to.

The Baby is adorable and very in tune with letting you know how he feels. He rolls around the house from one end to the other but is very uninterested in crawling or walking. If he doesn't know you he'll give you the stink eye but smiles at those he loves. He laughs and laughs at his older brothers but starts screaming when they get too close because he knows danger could possibly be closing in.  He loves to wrestle and throws out a few growls while he's caught up in the mix.

I must admit - I was born to be the mother of boys.

They are right up my alley.