No Rest for the Weary (But Lots of Love)

My sweet boy has a horrible cold and has been getting up at least twice a night since Monday. Last night he was up at 11, 1, 2:30, 3:15 and 4. I finally settled him down in bed with me and Emma (who had climbed in sometime during all those other times I was awake) around 5. Every time I started to drift off to sleep, I was awakened with a "Momma High 5", followed by a hand in my face. After the 6th or 7th time I told Logan that if he didn't settle down I was going to have to put him back in his own bed. To which he replied, in the sweetest of tones with his hands on either side of my face, "You good Momma, I go sleep, I love you sooooooo much like 8."

It almost made my lack of sleep worthwhile.

The Invisible (Wo)man

While we were cleaning up tonight, Emma began to tell me about her imaginary friend Cameron. When I asked her what she looked like she said, "How am I supposed to know...she's invisible. But that's a good thing because when she makes a mess you can't see it."

I Have No Idea What She Is Talking About

Emma just told me....

"Momma I think Logan has lost his marbles. He's putting marshmellows in his coffee grinder."

No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

The children seem to sense the second I take the sheets off the beds for washing and less than 30 seconds later they are jumping like mad men and women.


The last shot is Logan seconds before he tumbled head first off the bed. I, being the good mother that I am, actually put down the camera to tend to him.

A Little Bit of Ingenuinity Goes A Long Way

I got out of the shower this morning to found that Emma had made this.
When I asked her why there were dots all along the hand print, she told me she couldn't find a pair of scissors so she used a pencil to poke holes and then ripped the paper along the perforations.

I'm admitting this publicly in front of all those who read this.....my kid is seriously smarter than I am.

Sign Him Up For Some Parenting Classes

Logan was walking around with one of Emma's dolls this morning. Below is the conversation that followed.

Me: "L.J. do you have a baby?"
Logan: "Yes."
Me: "What is her name?"
Logan: "Wah Wah Wah."
Me: "Is she crying?"
Logan: "Yes cuz I hit her."

Such a sweet boy.....

It's My Boy in a Box

Who cares about toys...

When there is a box to play in...
Especially if it doesn't hinder T.V. viewing.
And he did all this by himself. My little genius.

Too Much Tryptophan

Our Little World Travelers

We were on our way to Adam's holiday work party when we overheard this exchange between Emma & Logan.

Emma: Look Logan, all the leaves have fallen off the trees. That means it's winter.
Logan: Yeah.
Emma: It's like that time in Trinidad.

Apparently the children have obtained stolen identities and are travelling the world while Adam & I think they are sleeping.

The (Not So) Sad Passing of a Family Pet

Snow, MiKayla

Of Southbridge, MA. Entered into rest November 18, 2007 at the wise old age of 7 months. Beloved pet of Emma Snow. Dear friend to Logan, Adam & Kerri Snow. Services were held in the toilet in the Snow's bathroom in the early morning hours of November 18. When asked how she felt about the passing of her pet, Emma replied, "At least I still have my cat." In lieu of flowers, expressions of sympathy in MiKayla's memory may be made to the My Owner Forgot to Feed Me and Then Flushed Me Association of America.

Santa Claus is Coming to Town a Wee Bit Early

For those who know me it's a well known fact that I abhor that Christmas commercialism starts right after Halloween. But the great advantage (yes I'm admitting there's a great part of this ) is that there is NO line for Santa pictures this time of year. So since the children were behaving and nicely dressed I gave into the temptation and had their pictures taken with the Big Guy at the mall today. At first Emma refused to go anywhere near him...although she caved after the promise of a special treat. And young Mr. Logan refused to take his sunglasses off. So I give you the Snow Santa Photo of 2007.
Precious isn't it????

My Little Man is Growing Up

He is attempting to pee-pee on the potty and he sleeps in a "Ighting McKeen" big boy bed
Now we just need to figure out how to get him to give up the binky and we can send him to college.

She Never Stops

Emma to Adam last night in response to watching Shrek 3:
"Daddy, this is going to be 30 pounds of fun."

Emma to me after she came out in tank top and short p.j.'s last night and I told her to change because she would be cold:
"But Momma, I have special powers that warm up my skin."

Emma to Logan this morning after he tried to get into her fort:
"This is my castle L.J. You can live here when you get a job."

Emma to me after I commented on how much an item she wants for Christmas costs:
"It's okay...Santa doesn't worry about money."

Emma's School Project (The Perfect Leave it to Beaver Family)

Emma made this project at school yesterday and her teachers made it a point of telling me how they were very impressed that she spelled out everyone's names by herself. Since I already know my kid is exceptionally gifted, I was impressed with something totally different: how their stickers seemed to have survived from the 1950's. My only complaint was that no woman could every have that skinny a waist after 2 children.

More Words of Wisdom From Emma

Emma was telling Adam and I at dinner tonight how she didn't think she was smart. When Adam asked her why she thought that she said, "I'm just not up to the challenge."


There was a conversation between Adam & Em where he was trying to teach her how the coffee pot works. For those who know Adam, you know how sometimes he gets a little more technical than necessary (especially for a 4 year old). When he asked her a question about what he had just told her, her response was, "Blah, Blah, Blah."

I think that proves she's much smarter than she thinks.

Melting My Heart One Day At A Time

Logan just said to Adam:

"Daddy, you make me happy."

Enough to make a grown man cry..........

Pics From the New Camera

Still working out the bugs...like trying not to stick my finger in front of the flash but I'm loving it.

Does Harvard Accept Early Admissions at the Age of 4?

I was busy on the computer this morning trying to balance my checkbook when Miss E kept interrupting to ask me how to spell certain words. Apparently I was a little distracted because when she asked how to spell Disney, I left out a letter. So she paused the T.V. (a wonderful invention I might add) and pointed out to me where I went wrong. Then she said, "You know you're supposed to be the smart one."

Another instance where my child brought me down a notch. I'm sure there will be many more.

911...What's Your Emergency?

Logan loves to play with Adam's cell phone. Normally this is o.k. since it has a lock on it where you need to enter a 4 digit password in order to make a call. But it also has an emergency call feature (I suppose in the case you are bleeding or dying or have been attacked by a bear and can't remember if you used your anniversary or birthday as your password). To make an emergency call you have to push a button, turn a knob and push said button again. Which is apparently what Logan did the other day because 30 seconds after he put it down, the phone rings. On the other end is a 911 operator asking if everything is alright at our location. Adam sheepishly explained that our 21 month old had made the call and the woman laughed and wished him a nice day.

Logan sat back, admired his fancy work and smiled at our stupidity.

May I Remind You She is Only 4

In the span of 10 minutes, Emma was overheard saying these 2 gems because we were forcing her to clean up her toys before dinner:

"There's nothing fair about my life!"

"I'm so mad I want to take off my shirt and run around naked."

She is 4!!!

I have a feeling military school might be an option at age 7.

Oopsy...Fuji we have a problem!

I would love to share pictures with you of my beautiful children in their Halloween costume. But being the reigning Mother of the Year, I brought my camera and forgot the memory card when we headed to my Dad's place yesterday. And since my obsolete camera has no internal memory...I now have complete grounds for talking Adam into getting me a new one. I'll see if I can wrangle them back into them for a photo shoot later today, but since they both woke up with their claws out, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you!