So, it’s been a pretty chaotic week between work, my Iphone drama/reproduction of 3 years of memories, various after work commitments and, you know, raising kids.  So I thought I’d jot down a few moments over the past couple weeks where my little ‘uns have made me remember that life is, well, funny. This also ties nicely to a blog hop I found so, hey! I have a photo to add!  How’s that for rookie WordPress blogging’ skill building…

So with that said, I give you:

Mom’s Top Five LOL Moments of June 2013

Number Five…

• Now that she’s mastered them, my 3-year-old is big on somersaults.  We do them EVERYWHERE (note: as an adult – kinda dizzying).  So we go for dinner at my parents’ each Sunday night.  After dinner my 3-year-old and my father retire to the “home theatre room” (you know, with the other “captains of industry”) where they watch a cartoon with surround sound on the big screen.  I came down to check on them two weeks ago and was informed that to enter the room I must somersault.  When my husband joined, he too needed to do one.  Then my brother….  My mom refused.  While it was fun watching the 30 somethings oblige to get “into the club” we gave granny a pass…

Number Four…

• I’m hanging with my two girls, paying more attention to the baby as I am in the process of feeding her. My three-year old is chattering in the background.  Suddenly, very clearly I hear “Mommy I have needs!”  All my parenting insecurities bubble to the surface.  I’m ignoring her, I think.  I’m failing her, I think.  I’m not giving her enough of my time now that there are two, I think.  I turn to respond and she is happily patting her knees.  Yes, blogosphere.  My daughter TOTALLY has knees.

Number Three…

• A short while back I was happily typing away at the computer with baby near my feet.  At some point she managed to crawl under the desk and disconnect my Internet.  Who says babies can’t communicate clearly?  She apparently totally has knees too…

Number Two…

• My 3-year-old clearly has a future in management.   An example as I come home from work today (hubby is currently home with the kids for the end of our parental leave and is cleaning the kitchen.  Kids are in the next room playing).  We’re chatting and my 3-year-old comes in to hug me/say hello.  Hubs reminds big sister that she shouldn’t leave little sister by herself.  At which point big sister informs me that it’s time for me to go get my baby.  Sound advice.

Number One…

• We are coming out of swimming lessons last Saturday and big sister runs out of juice in her sippy cup.  So we buy a can of apple juice from the vending machine.  I open it and pour about half into the cup and pass it to her, planning on drinking the other half.  Before I can, she looks at me and says, “Mommy, hand me my beer.”  Right.