Boogers

Mommy: "We're going to Brookshires."

Brady: "Ewwww. I don't like boogers."

HAHAHAHAHAAA! The sad thing is -- he picks his nose ALL the time.... so I know that's not exactly true. ;)


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Tonight, we went to Raising Cane's for dinner. Chris is out of town and when he's gone -- the easiest dinner plan is the BEST dinner plan.

Kennedy insisted on saying the blessing. I was impressed.

Her prayer: "Dear God. Thank you for this wonderful -- WON-DER-FUL day. Thank you for my school and that I can go learn things there. Thank you that I have food and water and a home. Amen."

What an impressive prayer.

Of course anything that big sister does, Brady must follow. So he asked to pray.

"Dear Jesus. Thank you for this day. And thank you for God's lunch. Amen."

:)


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Love.....in a burnt waffle

Once in a while, the kids entertain themselves in the morning since they typically wake up before chickens. Brady has started climbing on the couch with the iPad.

I am truly grateful for those mornings because he usually climbs into bed with me and I, in my groggy sleep-induced coma, pull him into bed not realizing that I've just invited a sweaty little wiggle worm into bed with me.

So, on those mornings when Kennedy and Brady wake up at the same time -- she can turn on the TV and Chris and I get a few more minutes of sleep, which seems to more and more precious this time of year.

On a particular morning last weekend, Kennedy tip-toed into our room and was quietly sniffling as if something had upset her. This isn't out of the ordinary since the kids are getting along SO WELL these days. (insert sarcastic tone here). So when I asked what was wrong, she quickly mumbled some words that sounded more like a high pitched animal was squealing. After she finally calmed down, she said she broke a plate. A plate?! I didn't hear a plate fall and break. She further explained that she tried to make us waffles in the microwave. Then, the smell hit me. Burnt plastic.

Afraid there might have been a fire in the house, I leapt out of bed and ran into the kitchen. No fire. Just a horrific smell. And this......


This is what it looked like from the bottom. Yikes.


What we finally learned was that Kennedy had turned the waffles on HIGH for FIVE minutes. She had also poured cereal with milk and gotten both of us string cheese. How on earth could we possibly be upset over something minor (burnt plate and really, really awful smell) when she had done something so selfless? She gives of herself constantly. And wholly. It's the most wonderful trait my sweet girl has.

Oh -- and that smell? It lasted for three days. The whole family smelled like we had survived a house fire. :)

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Driving

Driving lessons start early in our family. :) Brady had a blast steering the wheel. He did a pretty good job! Impressive...... for a 3-year-old. :)


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Snaggle

Snaggle-tooth pancake for my sweet snaggle-tooth little girl. :)


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Front tooth = two hour ordeal

It took two hours.... lots of tears... three paper towels soaked by slobber and a little blood.... and several pep talks -- BUT her fifth tooth (and first tooth on the top row) finally came out. And SHE pulled it herself!!!


This time, she wouldn't let me touch it. I tried a few times, but she kept having a panic attack. So I told her we should wait and let it get looser. The she'd cry. She reeeeeeeeally wanted it to come out. So then she'd wiggle it. We went round and round for TWO hours. But when it finally came out, her face lit up in sheer pride of doing it herself.

Mama was super proud, too.

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Slurping Spaghetti Night!!

I had a wild idea up my sleeve tonight. And what an awesome dinner it turned out to be! Slurping Spaghetti night at the LaPierre house....officially a new tradition.


The kids literally dug right in as soon as I put their plates down. It was AWESOME.



The only rule? All spaghetti noodles must be slurped. Messes allowed. :)


Mom and dad got in the action a little bit --- but photos of the kids were WAY cuter. :)


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