Cash and shoes

Up until now cash is always barefoot or in crib shoes, which are soft leather shoes (basically barefoot) He outgrew his biggest pair of crib shoes recently, so I had to put him in real shoes. When I first put them on he was shocked, I carefully balanced him into a standing position and he just looked down afraid to move. He sat down, inspected them, and tried to stand again, unsuccessfully(this is a boy who basically does a downward dog pose to stand up, so tippy toes are necessary)

I balance him back in a standing position, and the poor boy takes his first few steps like forest gump with the leg braces on! So cute! After a couple of minutes he got the hang of it and had no fear :)

Kidisms

In no particular order

Yuliya's thoughts on when she cant see the moon "it's taking a nap, its staying home sick from the sky so her can eat pancakes"

Me: "Whats your name?"
Y: Luliya George
Me:"What's my name?"
Y: "Mommy George"
Me: "Whats daddy's name?"
Y: "Daddy George"
Me: "and cash"
Y: "Cashy-ah George" (like yuliya, but cashya)

August 31-today when i picked y up from school, she said "I'm hungry, I want candy", i said "candy isnt food baby, its just a bunch of free radicals, and its bad for your body" y then replies (very bossy and matter of factly) "Its good in my mouth!"August 29th-After finishing her cereal y promptly asked for broccoli?

august 10th-"Momma, babies don't go to the dentist, only big girls. Cashy can't go because he a baby. I go, I'm a big girln momma go, you a big girl, daddy go, he big girl. Cashy can't go."

Momma, you're not sick

Last night as I was laying in bed about to fall asleep, I thought to myself....."I really hope the babies sleep until seven" Generally they wake up around 6, but I was feeling greedy with my sleep.

Fast-forward to around 4am, this must have been when the universe decided to grant my wish, b/c I suddenly found myself in the fetal position with an awful stomach ache. I manage to just stay still until I hear the babies waking up over the baby monitor...and what time is it? 7am on the dot!

As soon as I am up on my feet, I am promptly in the bathroom reenacting the exorcist . I'll spare you the gory details, but this lasted all morning, not really even sure its gone yet. I spent the morning laying on the floor, groaning, hating my stomach, and all food. Trying to calculate anything I could have eaten yesterday that would attack me like this, b/c anytime I moved, I would get sick again. The kids, Cash, 15 months, and Yuliya 3.5yrs play all around me. They are making noise(silence is BAD with kids) and no one is crying, so we are all content. Yuliya makes sure to check on me every 20 min or so and ask if I am still sick... my thoughtful girl.

At 11am I put them down for a nap and do a quick inventory of the house.

Toys everywhere(to be expected)
Water all over the front hall, absolutely zero thoughts on how that happened
3 boxes of cereal Ripped open like tiny raptors got to them, all three bags of cereal covering the kitchen table like a baby version of the casino jackpot
And a nice little hansel and gretel trail of grapes from the fridge to the kitchen table, and then back out to where I had been laying in the living room.


Lesson learned today....The kids are now old enough to play well together, semi supervised, but be prepared.