That's a start, I guess....

On Wednesdays I make the kids clean their rooms because we have high school life group over here on Wednesday night. Camden had been working on his room for over an hour and had come out several times to talk to me about star wars, his knight toys, the story behind his superhero name...you know all that stuff that just CAN'T wait until his room is clean. The fifth time he came out of his room, I let out a big sigh and said, "Camden, you HAVE to get your room clean." He said, "I'm sorry." I said, "No, you're not. Sorry means that you wish you hadn't done it and that you're not planning on doing it again." Without even stopping to think for a second he said, "Well, Mommy, I'm trying to be sorry, ok."

hardy har har

We were in Kohls today and Hope said, "Look at that lady on that picture." We look up to see a huge picture of a lady with the biggest, frizziest hair I've ever seen. Blake says, "Look, Christina, your hair is in-style." Hilarious isn't he? yeah...

Like Mother, Like Daughter....

I hear Camden calling from the back of the house, "Hope, Hope!!, HOOOPPPEEE!!!! " I yell from the kitchen, "Hope! ANSWER YOUR BROTHER!!" To which she yells back, "But I know he wants to talk about Star Wars and I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!!!!!"