When Will It End??

The sleepless night will never end. I believe the two younger Koomens had a pow-wow before bed last night to organize a crime filled night, the crime being interrupting parental sleep. I love that I am needed for an itchy toe at the bottom of zipped and footed pajamas in the dark, not to mention at 2 a.m. I sure do appreciate bathroom visits over wet beds... only to wake up to a bloody disaster that looked like it needed to be sent to a crime lab. Carly's bloodstained face, hair, clothing, bedding, and arms looked to be picture worthy, but I felt compelled to clean her up immediately.

So here I am listening to the kids play nicely after a tired morning. It is nap time, but I don't want to interrupt their sweet imaginative play. Although the tattling has been blown to large proportions in this house.
Conversation from the lunch table -
Carson: you are going to be on the naughty list
Carly: no I am not
Carson: yes you are...
(footsteps running to the dining room)
Carly: Mommy, Carson said a bad word...

She has learned the tattling presentation, but the lying to get there is not attractive.

Sunday night is always a ritual around here, we eat dinner, bathe, pajamas and hit the couch for AFV at 7:00 p.m. It is Carly's favorite television show! (She has been known to request it at all hours of the night). There was a boy on the show doing a pogo stick at the top of the stairs and of course he went flying down all of them to crash land on his face. Carly's response to it, "he is going to need a nurse."

She is so matter of fact these days... I find myself just video-ing her conversation because I want to bottle it up and save it forever.

Lastly, Jason ran to the store last night for a milk run... He picked up a Findlay Area Family Magazine while he was there. He brought it home and set it on the counter. After a while, I heard him say, "that is Carly." She made the cover and and the other two kids are on the inside in their snow attire. They all feel famous, even if it is a local magazine...