Bedtime Stories.

Getting Reese to bed at night requires a strategic combination of rocking, stories, listening to Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Journey (or Led Zeppelin...or GNR...or Aeromsmith), and more stories. Reese prefers that JP read to her over me...which isn't surprising to anyone that already knows how big of a daddy's girl she is.

The other night I overheard JP reading one of Reese's favorites, "Guess How Much I Love You". For those of you who are unfamiliar, this book is about two rabbits: Little Nutbrown Hare and Big Nutbrown Hare. I peeked in her room during story time and noticed something about how he was reading the book was a bit...well...off.

My dear sweet husband had channeled his inner 13-year-old and changed the names of the rabbits to Little (and Big) Brown Nuthare.

Story time will never be the same.

Postcards from MY Momma...

::Back Story:: My Mom is watching the kids Saturday night while JP and I attend the 2012 MDA Black & Blue Ball...

Mom: "I'm giving the kids their Easter treats this weekend. I am going to start feeding them candy as soon as they get up on Sunday. The earlier you get here to pick them up the less sugar they will have in them."

Joy.

JACKtionary - Leprechaun Edition

::Back Story:: Last night Jack asked for a Popsicle stick and a small box to make a leprechaun trap...::


Me: How does a leprechaun trap work?

Jack: Well, when the leprechaun comes in your bedroom at night it will run into the stick and the box will come down and kill it.

Me: I'm a bit concerned that you want a dead leprechaun under a box in your room.

Jack: Well, the leprechaun's body is full of paperclips and coins and stuff...

Me: What do you do with the leprechaun after it's in the box?

Jack: I dunno. I guess just dump it in the trash...