Once the chaos of Friday night quieted down, we had a much better weekend. We had all of the issues repaired on Saturday, had a pizza party at my mom’s house, and spent today relaxing and playing. Taylor chose her own outfit on Saturday, complete with shoes that were at least one size too big. It was the most quintessential four year old outfit. She sure can pull off any look though!

We stopped at Starbucks earlier today when we were out. Todd just ran in while I stayed with the kids (and dog) in the car. He took my phone with him since I had some credit on my mobile app. Taylor was so concerned that he was trading the barista my phone for the coffee. She was not pleased and said “Mommy! If Dad gives the coffee man your phone, how am I going to ever check the weather!” She was very relieved when he returned with the coffee and the phone. When we got home, I went to switch to a smaller purse. I have a closet full of older purses and wallets that don’t get much use, and just went to grab one from there. The kids’ toy box actually blocks this closet so they can not get in. When I opened the door, Taylor’s little eyes lit up and she said “Wow, Mom! Is this like a store for purses in your own closet?” It was adorable. I can’t wait to share my collection with her some day.

Todd, more often than not, calls me “Ri” when he’s speaking to me. A lot of people do, actually. Jackson overheard him saying something to me today, so now he walks around the house saying “Hi Ri! / Here you go, Ri! / Goodnight, Ri!” He thinks he’s hilarious, and he kind of is. Even so, I told him that he needs to call me Mommy. Next time he heard Todd call me, Jack wagged his little finger at him and said “Not Ri, it’s Mommy!” At least he understood what I was telling him…

The boys were maniacal at bedtime tonight. They didn’t nap well today, so I think they were so tired that they were just slap happy. We tucked them in and left the room, and they immediately started climbing up their bureau. They were body slamming their locked closet doors (probably trying to get to the toys inside). They were climbing on the highest parts of their beds and jumping off. They pulled a conduit (piece that covers the wires in their room so they can’t get to them) off the wall and were slapping each other with it and throwing it at the walls. It took them hours to calm down and go to sleep, and it took us many times going into their room and trying to settle them down, or at least trying to get them to stop destructing things. When all was quiet, I looked in the monitor and only saw one small boy sleeping. I could not find the other, so I ran in the room to check it out and found this. He fell asleep on the bureau (the monitor is on one of the higher shelves above) and was waking up as I snapped this picture. I, of course, moved him into the safety of his bed.

Also, just so I can put this on the Internet for the world to see for all of time, Diane thinks I’m brilliant! Her words. It’s only taken her a few decades to admit, but she has come around! Love you, sister!