Injury

Immediately after we were done with Norah's photo shoot, her and Wesley started running towards the car. (Wesley was sick, it was quite the morning). I told them not to run because the car was parked on the street. Wesley stopped running, but Norah thought this meant run faster and directly into the street. I screamed at her to stop by she ran around the car twice in tap shoes. I slipped and fell on the ice the minute by foot hit it. My knee is completely purple and swollen. To make matters worse, when we picked up Mason from school she gave him a sad face and made up a story about falling. She did the same thing when Levi came home. With a pouty face she said "Daddy, I fall down the steps get hurt". She's such a little liar. Making up a fake fall to get out of being in trouble for being naughty. But we are all just extremely lucky that no cars were coming when she pulled this stunt.

Cutest Kid Contest

There is a Cutest Kid Contest happening in the US and Canada through March 31st. I'm not usually one for putting my kids in stuff like this, but the entry was only $10 and all money raised from votes goes to a great cause- The Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep Foundation.

I entered Norah and we tried to think of something creative. The only thing I could come up with was a beach theme, but my photographer friend (huge shoot out to the wonderful Sarah Moore) offered to make Norah a model for the Tutus and Tiaras event.

The day of her photo shoot, I asked Norah "How are you going to smile?" and she said "Like this" and gave the cutest cheesiest smile ever. She did it on cue every time. Once we got to the studio and told her to smile, she bit her lip and stared at us. Wouldn't smile for anything. I didn't see a single smile on her face, but almost every picture Sarah posted had a slight smile in them. Amazing how the photographer and camera picks those up.

Anyway, right when we got in the car I said "Norah, how were you supposed to smile?" and she said "Like this" with that same huge cute smile she did all morning. I guess she does take after me a little after all in her shyness.

PS. To vote for Norah in one of her "I'm not smiling for you poses" please go to http://www.charitymodelsearch.org/ci.php/photos/showphoto/516.

Daddy's Friends

Norah has started calling every male that comes to our house "Daddy's friends". She does this for the heating guys, the mailman, pizza delivery man, etc. I wonder if we should talk about stranger danger with her? I don't want her thinking everyone is daddy's friend, but I also don't want her frightened when people need to come to our house for some reason.

The Naughty Word Song

Norah and Wesley were making up their own words to "Jingle Bells Batman Smells". Norah's was basically about Ellie, Dora, and Elmo, but Wesley decided to make a naughty word song. I let him sing it one time and then told him not to say these words anymore.

Jingle Bells
Hellie Smells
Damnit Laid an Egg
Helldamnfart Cart Lost a Wheel and
Stupid Got Away
Hey!

I hope he isn't learning these words from me.

Butt

I've already posted this on Facebook, but it was so funny. And there is a sequel to the story.

Norah was screaming about something and Levi asked why she was screaming. I said "Because she is a butt". Norah said "I not a butt. I have butt in my pants". Pretty cute right.

The next morning we dropped the boys at school and went to Walmart. Levi got his wallet out of his pocket to pay and Norah said "Daddy, you don't have a butt". We then had a conversation about everybody having a butt, so Norah went through a list of almost everyone she knows and said "_____ have a butt". After she went through everyone else she said "And I have a butt in my pants. It's stinky". :)

A Grandpa Filled Saturday

For some reason the kids had Grandpa on the mind this Saturday.

Saturday morning Norah woke up and I was getting her dressed. I asked her if she wanted to wear her pretty jeans. She said "No. Those Grandpa Scott's pants". Apparently Grandpa Scott likes to wear jeans with flowers all over them.

Saturday afternoon all the kids were playing up in the attic while I was putting the boys clothes away. At first they were just playing legos and trains and stuff, but then I saw them all move to the spare bedroom and whisper to each other. Wesley took off down the stairs as fast as he could and came back up with his harmonica. Mason got out some drum sticks for the snare and set up the play drum set for Norah. Wesley started singing "Grandpa's Big Beard" while Mason drummed and Norah drummed/danced. It was very cute so I had Levi take a break from painting to some see it. Wesley sang until he forgot the words and then did a long harmonica solo. Mason and Norah then took over the vocals. It was quite entertaining. Our kids are all very musical. I'm not sure which Grandpa this was supposed to be about since 4 out of 5 of their Grandpas have beards, but it was great.

What the what?

It's been a long time since I posted on here. Guess I've been too busy, but this story warrants an update.

About a week ago Norah woke up from her nap and when I was changing her diaper she said "The devil is coming". I asked her again and it still sounded like "The devil is coming". I asked where she heard that and she said "I don't know. The bat told me. The bat that daddy's saw". This was all not making any sense to me and was kind of freaking me out. We went downstairs and I told her to tell her dad what she told me.

Downstairs she told Levi, "The devil is coming. He's going to bring me presents".

I have no idea where she learned this. We don't know if she is confusing the devil and santa or what is going on.