Baby Monkeys?

This morning, during the frantic rush to get eight people out the door on time, Caia comes up to me still sleepy-headed, hair mostly in her face. She looks up and inquires quite seriously, "Mommy where are the monkeys?" At first, I was really confused. Granted, I refer to the girls as monkeys on a regular basis, but this didn't fit. I asked her what she was talking about. She said, "Where did you put our two baby monkeys?" It was so precious! She was serious. Apparently (as Kira pointed out), my three-year-old had a dream last night about baby monkeys. Interesting.....

Kool-Aid

Now that it has been a few days, I can actually write about this without my blood pressure going up. :) I have learned that even though I thought parenting twins wouldn't be much different than being the mother of four that were really close together. However, I was wrong! I know some people would think ill of me for stating it this way, but I still have a picture in my head of God laughing every time the two of them get into something else. By the way, that means He is laughing A LOT!

One of the most recent episodes involves an innocent container of Kool-Aid (the kind with sugar already added). Let me state in the beginning that I still have NO idea where my 10-yr-old got the container to begin with (I don't buy pre-sugared Kool-Aid). However, she had it somehow and decided to squirrel it away in her room. My children love to eat powdered drink mixes. Kira even ate powdered baby formula when she was a toddler (and probably still would). They have inherited this strange desire from their father. :) So Anya thought she had the Kool-Aid well hidden, but my sugar-sniffing "puppies" found it. While I was cooking dinner that night, they apparently decided to eat a little and "cook" a little dinner of their own with their pretend kitchen in their bedroom. When I went to put them to bed that night, I found a soupy sea of RED (hence the color of this post) Kool-Aid sludge. Apparently, you get a really strange substance if you only add a small amount of water. Let's just say by the time we finished cleaning it up at 10:30 that night (on a school night nonetheless) I was about to kill the Kool-Aid man and his cheerful celebration of sugar consumption. By the way, regardless of how much you scrub and shampoo, red Kool-Aid leaves a hint of pink in your carpet. Ahhhhhh, the joys of motherhood!

Getting Started

I decided after reading all of the really cool stuff that one of my friends chronicles about her boys that it might be nice to have a record somewhere of all of the goofball things that my six girls do (as well as some of the just "normal" stuff that happens in a house full of "women"). My husband would likely have MANY more stories to tell if he knew he could get by with it!