Maeve and the Butterflies

Over Christmas break we went with my sister in law and her fam down to the Pacific Science Center to give the kids something fun to do out of the house. I won't bore you with all the details, but I do have to show you the photos of Maeve in the butterfly house. Now, Maeve LOVES the butterfly house. She goes right in, grabs her laminated card with the photos of all the butterflies and she tries to find them as we see them. It's awesome. And she knows not to run, and to watch on the ground for the butterflies so that we don't accidentally step on them.

Here's the photos of our journey:

Maeve grabs her laminated sheet after we walk in.

She spies a butterfly on the ground and gets down for a closer look.

Wait, not close enough. I'd better get closer... There. Now we're talking.

Then, as we're walking along a little later, a butterfly lands on Maeve's shoulder. So I tell her to hold still so I can brush him off without hurting him. She spies him. She FREAKS OUT.

All she could say after the horrible butterfly incident was "Let's get outta here Mom! Let's get outta here!" I honestly never thought a little butterfly scare her so bad! But we left and she calmed down. Poor Maeve.

I think the parents in there thought I was a heartless freak because I pulled away from her while she was screaming to take a photo. But it was too hilarious. I couldn't NOT take a picture. :)

Who new laundry could be so FUN!!

I had loads and loads of laundry to do the other night, so I cleaned up the living room and brought it all out to sort and fold. Usually I just do it in my bedroom on the bed, but there was FAR too much of it. Probably close to 8 loads, maybe 10. Anyway, for some weird-ass reason, my kids love to sort laundry. They also love to jump on the piles of it.

Why can't I love laundry so much? It would make it less of a chore and we might actually have clean clothes once in a while! :)

The Doodie of Destruction

I swear, every single thing Doodie did today involved some sort of destruction. You can't leave this kid alone for even a second, because when you do, things get quiet, and things get broken or eaten or hidden.

Destruction #1: The Tea Party Flowers

So, we had a tea party for Maeve's 3rd birthday party on Saturday. I bought some pink carnations and put them in one of my glass mugs and then wrapped the mug in pink toile. Cute! here's a before picture (kind of blurry):

Here's an after picture:

Doodie was eating breakfast this morning (strapped in to this chair of course, I've learned THAT lesson before) and things got really quiet. After a couple of minutes I started hearing a slurping noise, and I was like, "wait, he can't slurp yogurt like that. Oh NO." yeah, I found him in the middle of yanking all the flowers out of the mug and placing them into his yogurt bowl. Then he decided to drink the flower water. Gross.

Destruction #2: The Sunglasses

So, Mike has this habit of spending WAY too much money on sunglasses. A few months ago he left them lying around and I accidentally stepped on them and broke them. He was pissed and I was annoyed, but he was able to fix them, sort of. But they were wearable. Somehow Doodie got ahold of them and broke them for real this time.

Destruction #3: The Banana Bread

Tonight I took the girls to Michaela's swimming lessons and left the boys alone. I had baked some banana bread earlier and it was cooling on a rack in the kitchen. Mike was using the powder room for a couple of minutes, thus leaving Doodie indirectly attended, and the boy went to the table, grabbed the whole loaf of bread, brought it into the living room and went to town. Below is the aftermath. I didn't even get any and that makes me more annoyed than anything, even the fact that I had just vacuumed the carpet. Ugh.

This kid is CRAZY. I'm sure only one of us will survive. There can be only one.

How to make sure you don't get any work done

Build your kids a fort in the living room with 4 chairs, 4 rubber bands and a sheet. While it's tons of fun, it also means you have to go fix the chairs and/or rubber bands every 2 and a half minutes so that the fort stays in tact.

After about 20 minutes I gave up. It's now in shambles in the middle of my floor.

*sigh*