#resolutions

J-to get fit
S-to get skinny
L- to ride a unicorn she says
L-to get rid of the baba per request of Mommy

We shall see!

#notlikemommy

So when Lydia was 18 months old Santa brought her a little 4 wheeler.  She loved it. Well, that silly Santa must have taken the charger with him or thrown it away with the box. The 4 wheeler has been hanging in the garage ever since.  Well this year Santa brought Liam a 4-wheeler just like Lydia’s. So now they both have one to ride and they can share a charger. That Santa; he’s alright. They also got helmets and this mama makes them wear the helmets even though the bikes only go like 1/1000 mile per hour. Perhaps it is because I am paranoid. Perhaps it is because one day they will be big, crazy, ramp jumping, dare devils and I want them used to wearing a helmet. Or perhaps it is because it once when I was in college I ran a dirt bike into some bushes helmetless. Who knows! That’s right. I ran that little dirt bike right into the neighbor’s bushes- like a boss. Or not so much! My dad just got one of those tiny dirt bikes and was showing it to us. I was there with my friend and youngest sister. So my dad is all “who wants to ride it?” Now both of my sisters are way braver than I am. Always have been. They’d be doing flips and jumping out of trees onto the trampoline while I played egg. What can I say? I am a chicken head. Em could show me up doing pretty much anything like this. So I am all “I want to, I want to.” I didn’t really want to. What do I have a death wish or something?!?!?! I take my seat. My dad is trying to explain how to ride it and I am all “Duh, I know dad, I know how to ride a dirt bike. Hello, I drive a car, like, every day.” Probably while smacking my gum. At least that is how it plays out in my head today. So I start slowly down the drive way thinking I am hot stuff until I hit the gutter between the driveway and the street. This naturally throws me back a little and my hand revs the engine and I go soaring across the street and into the neighbor’s bushes. I jump/roll off as the bike goes down the hill on the other side. I stand up to see my dad running full speed after me and Jaime and Bubba laughing their heads off. I stalk back with wounded pride and let my dad rescue the bike before the neighbors see me. So yeah. My kids will wear helmets. 

#outofhtemouthsofbabes  

Here are some things Lydia has said recently. . .

#whenigetfour   
We were driving home from church today and Lydia said “Mom, when I get four I want to ride a horse. . . or a unicorn.” We will see about that, baby, we will see.

#choices 
Lydia is sitting on my nightstand. Why Lydia is sitting on my nightstand I have no idea. I ask her to get off and she says “But Mom, it is not your choice.” What in the world am I going to do with this sassy thing?

#thankspapa
Lydia is jumping on the bed shouting “I’m a jumping “hoe-sa-fat!” She has been hanging around Papa too much!

#needtoclean
L walked in her room and said “It’s a BISASTER in here!” Well, sweet cheeks, clean up that “B”isaster!

#hoeandskin
Lydia asked me for a cup of milk tonight. She said “Mom, can you make it half hoe and half skin? That is how I like it.”

#loveofmylife
Lydia cocked her head to the side last night and looked longingly into my eyes and said “Mom, you’re incredible.” How in the world did I get so lucky? 

#christmas

Christmas was so much fun this year. The kids are at such a fun age. Lydia learned Away in a Manger and sang it almost every time we were in the car. Talk about melting your heart! They were both excited for Santa and were just wide eyed the whole season.  The lights, the music, the family time. Ahhhhh. . . the best! 

Thanks to everyone who made this Christmas so magical for all of us. Love you tons!