Water Balloons

Lila does not fully grasp the concept of water balloon fights. My husband took advantage of this.

And much to my surprise, there were no tears. Only shock and giggles, followed by a failed attempt at revenge.

Weee...

Even though she sometimes ends up, well, bottoms up, my daughter loves slides.

And This a "No Sugar Added" Morning...

This is the best picture I could get of my son and his tower of blocks this morning.

This is why.

Told You So...

My son has rhythm. And energy. These two forces squeezed into a three-year old boy's body can only mean one thing: Rain Dance.

The words are really secondary to the stomping of his feet (the right foot in particular) - usually he babbles, sometimes throwing in a noun here or there, say if Lila crosses his path. Suddenly, he's singing about her. Or sometimes he'll surprise us with a solid AMEN! and a resounding clap that would be more at home in the pews of a Southern Baptist Church than in my small kitchen.

Sometimes he tears out across the floor, just as soon as he's stripped down for his bath. This is called the Naked Time Rain Dance. (Can't wait to see the people who will find my blog by searching that phrase...)

Anyway. I warned you that there would be more video's. And so, here is my little Boss-man, chanting something about sitting down in a chair and stomping his way around my mother-in-law's kitchen.

Sadly, this is the only rain dance that comes complete with repetitive squatting (in such a way that I almost stopped him once during this performance to see if he was trying to poop...)

Get Down Little Lady

This is how we do it...

Be warned: now that I have figured out the video aspect of blogger, there will be more.

(And hopefully they won't all turn out sideways...)