Modesty, sh-modesty

We're pretty open around here.  We don't hide much and this is probably more than you wanted to know, but when it's just the 3 of us at home we don't usually shut the door when we go potty.  In fact, we don't even have a door on our master bathroom. 

When Emma was little it was easier to just leave the door open.  She could see me, I could see her, everyone was happy.  Now that she's gotten older, I'm sure she could handle the separation, but I'll have to be honest, I've just gotten lazy.

Fast forward to last weekend when Emma had to go potty while at the neighbor's house.

Rilee's mom said, "Emma shut the door".

Emma's response "We don't do that at home". 

I love how honest kids are.  No filter what-so-ever.  So she peed at the neighbor's house with the door standing wide open.  Sweet.

When Rilee's mom told me about the story, I'll admit I was a little embarrassed and was left wondering how I  failed to teach my child about modesty.  Thank God she's only 3, 21 and we could have had some major problems on our hands.

So, Monday morning Emma and I are sitting chatting and I mention "hey we need to close the bathroom door when we go potty, especially when we're at other people's houses", "ok, mom". 

Later we are getting ready to leave to run some errands, and I tell Emma to go potty before we leave.  She goes into the bathroom and gives me this shit-eating grin and does this...

Man!  She's a fast learner!

Lovely Saturday

Finally!  It's a beautiful day and it's Saturday.

The morning started off with thunderstorms at 6:30am and my alarm clocking going off.  I know, you're shocked.  I was too.  But the alarm was well worth it since I was meeting my very good friend Jill for our semi-annual children's clothing resale.  We chatted, while we waited in line.  45 minutes early and about 150 people ahead of us.  I swear the people at the front of the line had a tent, sleeping bags, coolers, the whole she-bang.  I'm hard-core and willing to throw some 'bows to get a deal, but waking up at 4am; that's where I draw the line.  We were both successful and got plenty of new-to-us things for our kids, without breaking the bank.  Awesome. 

This is what Emma wore all day.  Guess it was a good purchase.  Fashionable?  Not so much.

 

Next,  Andrew had to roll the yard since it had just rained. 

Emma and I checked out our rhubarb in the garden.  It's looking pretty good.  I can't wait to see what it's going to do this year.  Yesterday she told me that we have rhubarb and lettuce growing in our garden.  No Emma that's not lettuce, it's weeds.

Sweet outfit.  You're jealous, I know.

I decided to clean his car.  It was nas-ty!  I'm not sure how he manages to drag in 1/2 an inch of gravel on the floor, but he does.  Plus, the poor thing hadn't been cleaned in 6 months or more.  I'm pretty sure she was pissed at us.

Meanwhile, Emma saw her neighbor friend, Rilee, and she was off!  The two were inseparable all.day.long.  They were here, they were there, they were upstairs, they were downstairs, they were inside, they were outside, they were everywhere.  But she had fun...that is until Rilee had to leave 6 hours later.  And then it started.  Tears and more tears and fits and more fits.  The poor girl was exhausted.  I managed to get some food in her quickly, with only minor tears.  Then off to the shower with some more tears and more fit throwing.  Then into bed at 6:30.  I love Rilee. 

I love to see them playing. 

Kids are awesome. 

I could do without the fits though.

I get out of the shower and see this



Nice farmer's tan.  Sweet.

Gaming

I play Candy Land.

Often.

I have this adorable 3 1/2 year old that always asks me to play with her.  How can I refuse?

One game, two games, three games, sometimes even more.  In a row.

I'm terrible at Candy Land.  I always lose.  You would think after playing so much I would be better, have some solid skills under my belt.  Nope.  Nothing.  Nada.  She wails on me all.the.time.

I suck at Candy Land, but I'm a happy loser.  It's all for my girl.

Note; I'm yellow and she's blue. Told you.

Bacon

Last Saturday morning my boy was hungry and there wasn't much in the house to eat.

But have no fear, for when you have a pound of bacon and 2 slices of toast, you have a meal.

I won't mention that he complained that the bread was brown.  No reason to have anything resembling healthy in your meal.

Yep, that's a bacon sandwich, with a side of bacon.

And that's the look I get for taking pictures of him eating his bacon sandwich.

Oh how I love this boy.