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Time for reflection

A recent event has caused me to rethink what is important in my life.  

This guy, for example: 

I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. 

Or these inquisitive little guys right here:

They might drive me batty every once in a while, but I love 'em to pieces. 

Today, I have been thinking about them and how I should spend more time with them.  

Not just "with" them, but WITH them.  

Not riding in the car, but talking and looking at the scenery and laughing.  

Not doing chores, but turning the music up loud 

and being silly while we get the house picked up.

Not just thinking about how much I love them, 

but telling them... all day, every day.

So, I'm going to go do that.  

And I hope you will, too.  

"Moommmmmm..."

Jack is copying me...

Michael is picking on me...

Jack is looking out my window...

Michael is laughing at me...

Jack just spit on me...

Michael is poking me...

Jack is annoying me...

Michael is annoying me...

Jack pushed me...

Michael took my car away...

Jack took my car away first...

Isn't that what brothers are for?

Poor Grandma...

I think that right now my Grandmother is rolling over in her grave, amazed at the disservice I have done to my children.  

Sorry, Gram. 

Direct quote from Jack while playing Disney Sorry tonight:

"Mom, is this Jesus?"

Sadly, I don't know who this even is... I just know she's from Toy Story.  

Darcie, a little help, please?

Transportation Museum

Well, "museum" is debatable...  Let's just say that the term is used loosely here.  But we still got some cute pictures, and that's what it's all about, right?!

Jack and Molly, who are "NOT girlfriend and boyfriend", 

but they are friends and one is a girl and one is a boy. 

That's their story and they're sticking to it. 

Molly looked a little scared of the big white conductor, but was brave for the camera.

After the 6 minute tour of the "museum" and finding out that the train is only open for one hour every Saturday, Jack was ready to go home and Molly was "very very hot." 

I'm still a little confused about what Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp have to do with Southern Arizona transportation, but the kids posed next to their statues. 

The aforementioned train that is only open on Saturdays... for one hour... 

"most of the time" (the museum docent told me)

Sore little muscles

Michael came home from gymnastics camp yesterday and couldn't figure out why all of his muscles were sore...  I think I figured it out today:

Michael & Jackson

Overheard in the car this morning: 

Jack: "It's really sad that Michael and Jackson died."

Michael: "Jack, isn't it funny that Michael is my name and Jackson is your name?"

Jack: "No, my name is Jack."

Michael: "No, your real name is Jackson."

Mom: "His real name is Johnathan Reese, but we call him Jack.  We call him Jackson sometimes for fun because that's what he called himself when he was little and it was cute."

*Note to self and friends: Maybe it's just easier to name your 

child what you're planning on calling him for the rest of his life.