KID-isms

At a birthday party last weekend all the kids had lots of cookies, cake, and Caedmon got a pop, making him incredibly hyper, " Mom, if I try to kill one of the other kids from too much sugar, will you please try to stop me?!"
"Yes, son. I think I can do that."

This morning Reagan dropped her toothbrush on the floor, "Ahh! Now it's got floor on it!"
This is what I think every time that I drop something on our floors cause they are so dirty all the time. 

Payton was going through her stuffed animals this week and found a few to give to some friends. They are waiting in gift bags by the door. One of the gift bags is an old Victoria Secret bag.

With Payton's stomach issues this week I had her laying on the couch with a pillow under her stomach and her butt up to try to get some of that gas out. Reagan wanted to snuggle with her. "No, Reagan, sissy isn't snuggling with you right now, she's trying to get some farts out."
Reagan then poked Payton's butt and made farting noises. 

Reagan was picking on the dog while she was trying to sleep. Caedmon to the rescue, "Don't bother Roxy, she's getting her beauty sleep. Don't come near my baaaaaby Woxy."

Banging on a drum Caedmon says, " Payton, I'll make the music, you dance those farts out. (then singing) A ceremony for all, all. A ceremony for all, all." (followed by African tribal sounds.)

a true Crawford

Payton has been really sick this week with fevers and strange stomach issues. We just weren't getting a handle on it and decided to take her in to make sure it wasn't sometime more serious. The doctors discovered what we knew all along. She's a Crawford, FULL of hot air.

See all those HUGE air bubbles? No wonder she's been in so much pain.
She's been putting all the rest of the Crawford to shame with her giant old man farts that are starting to come out!

the fart gallery, i mean art gallery

Since my children have gotten to the ages of drawing lots of their own art work and beginning to write their own stories I thought that I would start sharing some of their masterpieces. 

Payton is really into drawing mermaids right now. Last week she painted a picture of her and one of her good friends as mermaids and wanted to frame it and give it to her for her birthday present.  It turned out pretty cute I thought. I was grateful that it didn't turn out as graphic as the mom and pop mermaids that she drew the week before.

Apparently Papa mermaid needs a razor for his hairy belly and cucumber man boobs. Momma mermaid is looking pretty perfect.

 This is Super Mom. Dang right it is! Super Mom is ready for action with her messy mascara mask, sticky uppy hair,  and her fire shooting hips! Heck yes!

And this post could not be complete without a touch from Caedmon. This is a old handwriting assignment from months ago. It's been proudly displayed on the fridge all this time.

This is a large reason of why I love being a mom to these guys.

you don't see that in public school: vol.2

Okay, so this IS something you'd see in public school. Water color painting. BUT most likely you wouldn't see water color painting outside at the picnic table and probably not while sporting muddy feet and you definitely wouldn't see a real dogs muddy paw print as part of a little boys painting.

a word from Roxy

Roxy here. Everyday it's something else. I can't escape it.
The boy thought that I needed arch support. I do not.

The mom thinks I need a trip to Hawaii. Yes, yes I do, but not in this get up.

I wore this in the backyard for a while yesterday. The little one that smells like pee kept making fun of me, " Ha, ha. Roxy have sirt on! Roxy so funny!"
Hahahahahaha SHUT IT KID. Do I look like I'm having fun?

that's normal for us

I discovered my daughters out in the muddy backyard. I was pleased they remembered to put on their rain boots. Now if I could just get Miss Reagan to remember to put on pants.

KID-isms

KID-isms: Funny stuff my kids say from the week, shared with you on Fridays.

Reagan and Payton talking on their play phones.
Reagan, "Yeah, yeah. Oh hi Peter Pan."
Payton, "WHAT?! You're talking to Peter Pan? He's MY boyfriend. Get off the phone with my boyfriend. (note: last week she said that she wanted to marry either her friend, Ki, or Peter Pan. Apparrently she chose Peter Pan.) Reagan, you can have Ki as your boyfriend. Call Ki."

While waiting for me to clean up the tub for their bath the girls stripped down to the nude.
Payton, "Hey mom look. We're squeezing our butt cheeks together."
I turned around to see two little bottoms being squeezed and two girls laughing really hard.

Payton singing VERY loud, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Help us praise you. Help us praise you. Praise you with a whistle. (followed by whistling) Praise you with a bounce, bounce." (followed by hopping)

While snacking on some almonds Payton says a joke about making her almonds look like boobs.
Reagan, "Look, it's a boob."
Mom, "No, that's an almond."
Reagan, "It's a boob almond."

A few days later Reagan find a half eaten almond on the floor, "Look, it's a broken boob."
Mom, "No that's a yucky almond."
Reagan, "No, it's a boob."

This week I've been working in the garage to get it cleaned up. The kids have spent that time playing in the backyard getting VERY dirty and being pretty naughty. At one point I came out to check on the girls and found them sitting at the picnic table. Sandbox buckets were set all around the table and in each other was water and some veggies. At close inspection I saw that the veggies in the "soup" were the scraps that I had thrown in the compost the day before.
Mom, "What the heck are you doing? Why were you digging in the compost? That is never okay. That is nasty!"
Payton, "Moooomm, we are playing house and we needed some food."

Valentines

I forgot to post pictures of this years Valentines. We sent these to cousins and just a few close friends.

For the girls we made these "My heart beads for you" cards. It came with stretchy string, beads, and a ring pop.

For the boys we made these "You rock my socks off" cards. It came with a pair of new socks and pop rocks.

embrace the camera march 15th

Yesterday was a beautiful day. Instead of using Reagan's nap time to clean the very messy house we decided to enjoy the sunshine. It did not last long as the kids kept fighting with each other. Reagan's nap time also became Caedmon and Payton's nap time. What a shame to waste such awesome weather. Oh well. That's what happens sometimes. Before the fighting started and before mom got grouchy, we managed to get a few pictures.

you don't see that in public school: vol.1

My kids love boxes. I don't even know why we buy them toys. A trip to Sam's Club = a box or two to make cat houses and recliners for the front yard.

Last week was Dr. Seuss' birthday. For lunch we had green eggs and ham and read a bunch of his books...in our PJs.

For more info, check out this explanatory post and jump in!

A word from Roxy

Roxy here. This week my owners continued on in the administration of my humiliating life. The boy found an old hat and stuck it on me. When I finally got it off he proceeded to chase after me, yelling my name and informing me that I was fired from the job of Family Secret Agent.  Big whoop kid. My eyes are much too large for me to be a secret agent anyways. I could never hide my identity. Plus I shed too much. I would leave evidence everywhere I went.
The little one that smells like pee was at least good company in my pathetic embarrassment.

 They continue to fasten a black box around my neck. I still have not figured out what it is, but I do feel quite electrified when I bark for some reason. Do any of my reader have any experience with the black box and it's powers?

Attempt #5,489 to get the feline to like me-fail.

Happy 31st Birthday to Jason

On the 5th Jason turned 31. I love my old fart!
Happy Birthday Jason!
Acting like he's old enough to need reading glasses.

Caedmon making fun of our old man.

good intentions

I'm gonna attempt to get caught up with the last two months of pictures so that I can start fresh and be a real blogger. We'll see how it goes.
I have good intentions to join my friend Caitlin in "you don't see that is public school" on Mondays and my own version of KID-isms on Fridays. Also would like to get back to "embrace the camera" on Thursdays and I would occasionally like to write a post from time to time from the perspective of the dog and cat. AND some postings entitled "that's normal for us" with content consisting of very random, odd things my kiddos do daily. That one is for my own sanity, to help me laugh about the strange things that happen in our home instead of get annoyed by them. Trust me, I have LOTS of photos and stories to support all of these subjects and more. And somewhere in all that I'd also like to blog about all the other stuff going on. The adoption process, recipes, creative projects and more. We shall see. Don't get your hopes up for consistency though. You might not think so, but I actually do have more important things to do then inform all of you about the silly and ridiculous things going on in our house.
I just recently found out that you can write a bunch of post at one time and then set them to publish on the day you want. Yeah, I'm a little slow....or very busy....or never really cared. Anyways, I will be taking advantage of that for sure!

So on we go!
Most of the following pictures would be in the "that's normal for us" postings. Put your seat belts on.