Battle For The Bouncy Chair

We purchased a bouncy chair for William before he was born.

It turns out we almost never used it when he was a baby.

I took it down to storage and thought to myself

"What a waste of money".

Fortunately we have a new little nephew who can use it now.

I fetched it out of storage for him a few weeks ago.

Liam noticed how much "fun" the baby was having in the

chair and thought he'd try it our too.

He loves it!  It turns out Caspian loves it too!

They have an ongoing battle for who's territory this chair belongs to.

Liam likes to turn the vibrating feature on and

then sit in the chair and just laugh.

Liam also like to bring snacks, blankets, pillows and toys

to the chair and have a little party.

He stole this pillow from Grandma's house.

Caspian will spend the entire day in the chair if William doesn't

come and toss him out.

Sometimes William just pulls the cat out and drops him on the floor.

Sometimes the chair tries to become Switzerland and

both parties can stay.

I find it strange that the cat doesn't mind when Liam sits on him.

Sometimes I catch Isabelle in the bouncy chair.

That's when I have to remind her yet again that she isn't a baby

or a cat and therefore cannot be permitted to stay.

In the battle of the bouncy chair there can only be 1 ultimate champion.

My money is on William.

Refridgerator Art

There was a time in my life not too long ago when

I swore that my fridge would NEVER look like this...

I used to think,

"That makes houses look so trashy,

what would posses someone to put all of

their kids' pictures on their fridge?!? 

 Weird people."

I don't know when it started, but somehow

works of art just keep appearing on the fridge.

1 or 2 new art pieces appear almost daily.

I have a love/hate relationship with this art phenomenon.

It's fun to see what Isabelle will come up with next.

I'm amazed at how engrossed she gets when she is being creative.

I love having little reminders of her after she's gone to bed when

I am trying to sneak some ice cream out of the freezer.

On the flip side there is still that voice in the back of my mind that says

"Tsk, tsk, tsk.  That is so unorganized.

A fridge should be sparkly clean and free from any debree.

Honestly what if Martha Stewart suddenly drops by for a surprise inspection?

Or worse what if the Bishopric just pops in?"

I have a history with the Bishopric and Relief Society presidency. 

Every time they just stop by, my house is

the most dirty it has been for an entire year.

I shouldn't acknowledge this to the public, but last time they came

not only was there a stinky diaper on my living room floor

 (among a mountain of toys),

there was also an almost black banana peal on my couch.

I bet they left and said

"Mental note, never eat anything from her house!"

Okay now I am running off track.

To finish making a short story long, I have decided that

since I have sacrificed other things for my children,

such as my hips and sleep,

what is one more thing going to hurt?

I am turning the fridge over to the kids for at least the next 15 years.

May it always be covered with fairies, sparkles, and glam!

It's going to look just fantabulous!