I found these kids in my house today. I thought about kicking them to curb since clearly I don't have kids this old (I mean, I just had them all like 2 weeks ago plus, I'm still young and hip - no comments about the Mom shorts please - and so I couldn't possibly have two 4 year olds and an (almost) 6 year old). But, then they serenaded me and I thought, "What the heck? I'll let 'em stay."
So, I present to you,
Let me interpret for those of you who either
A) Don't understand little kids,
2) Live somewhere other than the south and you cannot decipher southern little kid
or III) Cannot understand due to the awesome audio quality of this video.
I'm a little striped skunk,
Sleeping under someone's bunk.
No one wants to sleep with me,
I'm as smelly as can be.
Stinky-waa-waa!
The preceding song is sung approximately 573 times a day around here, in varying decibel levels and with increasing silliness. Sometimes with hand motions or a small knee bounce for added rhythm. I use the word "rhythm" loosely.
Have I mentioned lately how much I LOVE my job? Because I do. A lot.
Due to the recent number of videos on the blog, can you guess what I found a couple weeks ago while unpacking a box? Yes, I know we've lived here for 3.5 months and I still have boxes stacked up in most rooms. Stop judging me. I moved boxes from our old house to here that had NEVER BEEN UNPACKED in the two years we lived at the old house. If you'll seriously look at the state of my home as I scan the camera around our dining area, you'll see that housekeeping isn't exactly my spiritual gift. I'd love a spiritual gift of a cleaning lady 2 days a week if anyone is looking to unload one. For free of course.
Also, please make note of the attire that my kids are wearing. Yes, Lucas and Ashlee are in their PJ's, even though they'd already gotten dressed for the day. Apparently, mid-morning calls for PJ's in our house. And, I will tell you that Lucas felt it necessary to take off his underwear under that offensively yellow night shirt that he LOVES beyond every other shred of clothing that he owns. Sorry if the neon yellow made your retinas bleed.
3 guesses who the camera hog is in our house.
It's never a dull moment around here. Never.
So, I present to you,
"The Stinky-waawaa Song"
Let me interpret for those of you who either
A) Don't understand little kids,
2) Live somewhere other than the south and you cannot decipher southern little kid
or III) Cannot understand due to the awesome audio quality of this video.
I'm a little striped skunk,
Sleeping under someone's bunk.
No one wants to sleep with me,
I'm as smelly as can be.
Stinky-waa-waa!
The preceding song is sung approximately 573 times a day around here, in varying decibel levels and with increasing silliness. Sometimes with hand motions or a small knee bounce for added rhythm. I use the word "rhythm" loosely.
Have I mentioned lately how much I LOVE my job? Because I do. A lot.
Due to the recent number of videos on the blog, can you guess what I found a couple weeks ago while unpacking a box? Yes, I know we've lived here for 3.5 months and I still have boxes stacked up in most rooms. Stop judging me. I moved boxes from our old house to here that had NEVER BEEN UNPACKED in the two years we lived at the old house. If you'll seriously look at the state of my home as I scan the camera around our dining area, you'll see that housekeeping isn't exactly my spiritual gift. I'd love a spiritual gift of a cleaning lady 2 days a week if anyone is looking to unload one. For free of course.
Also, please make note of the attire that my kids are wearing. Yes, Lucas and Ashlee are in their PJ's, even though they'd already gotten dressed for the day. Apparently, mid-morning calls for PJ's in our house. And, I will tell you that Lucas felt it necessary to take off his underwear under that offensively yellow night shirt that he LOVES beyond every other shred of clothing that he owns. Sorry if the neon yellow made your retinas bleed.
3 guesses who the camera hog is in our house.
It's never a dull moment around here. Never.
