"Chickens Don't Have Hands And Dingers (Fingers)!"

I really haven't posted any funny stories recently because by the time I get to the computer, I've forgotten them all. So here's a few that I took pictures of.

Lydia: Mommy, there's been a (fingers held up symbolizing little and in a high pitched voice) little accident.
Crystal (thinking the worst possible scenario. Emmy has already broken the coffee table by shattering the glass inspiring us to get a new one) What happened Lydia?
Lydia: Follow me.
Okay, it could be a lost worse, it's just goldfish on the bathroom floor, what they were doing there, I don't know. And don't worry...all goldfish were thrown in the trash after this event.



Yesterday I told Emmy she needed to eat the rest of her sandwich if she wanted a piece of candy. She did, or so I thought. The whole time she was throwing it under the table. The little stink, she won that time, but never again!




This morning Lydia was looking at my rooster place mats...
Lydia: Look at the big chicken.
Crystal: I see, that's a daddy chicken, it's called a rooster.
Lydia: What's a baby chicken called?
Crystal: A chick, and a mommy chicken is called a hen.
Lydia: Mommy, chickens don't have hands and dingers (fingers)!
Yes, her accent is so country, that she equates hens with hands. I couldn't convince her otherwise.

Rhett's five months old today!

Our Little Gymnast

Just Because...

Happy Independence Day!

Because I Took So Many Pictures...

You would think that after a full day at the beach, you would crash in your bed until the next day, but for some reason, we always have plenty of energy for extracorricular activities. There must be something in the air (the fish smelling air that is) that makes you high on vacation and sends some extra adrenaline pumping through the veins.

The girls on a pier near our hotel. The people that were fishing were catching baby sharks everywhere. Hmm....that will make you feel safe in the ocean!

Bowling

Rhett with Jim's grandmother.



Lydia was too tired to bowl.



Emmy did a great job!

We went to Broadway at the beach to ride some kiddie rides. The girls had so much fun.

Emmy has been talking about this ride since she did it last year. It's one of those things that makes you jump real high. This year, Lydia got to do it too!

I'm including this story, because I believe the girls learned the following language from a certain uncle and future aunt. They will remain nameless because I can't prove it at this time. This conversation took place in my kitchen a few days ago. Lydia and Emmy were fighting over a toy and finally Lydia came up with this:
Lydia: Emmy! I'm gonna mack you!
Crystal: (Mack, I've never heard that word before, I wonder what she means, wait, does she mean smack?!?)
Emmy: (holding hand up) Shut It Lydia! Just Shut It!!
Crystal: (dazed and confused, yet trying to keep a stern face while figuring out what to say to this new form of communication.) Girls, that's not nice to say to each other! (yep, that's all I could come up with before turning around and laughing.)

Amazingly, I still have more pictures to post.

A Bucket Of Ocean

Oh the wonders of the beach, a provider of endless entertainment, I would say relaxation as well, but who are we kidding with three kids? Jim's grandparents provided a wonderful vacation for us and we are so thankful. We'd also like to thank all of the family for all the help with our crazy children!

I wanted to show a comparison of our two girls. This is Emmy and Lydia at age two at the beach. It's amazing how the gene pool works, they don't look too much alike do they?

Emmy 2007

Lydia 2009

Here's Rhett, being three months old, he seemed pretty unimpressed with the whole beach thing. However, he sure looked cool being unimpressed.



Lydia said so many funny things when we were down at the beach. I wish I could remember them all! Lydia was afraid of the water for the first half of the week, but loved playing in the sand under the umbrella.
Crystal: Let's go to the beach!
Lydia: I don't like the beach, let's go to the sand.
Crystal: Lydia when you say you're going to the beach, it means you're going to the sand.
Lydia: No Mommy, It's not the same, let's go to the sand!
Crystal: (too tired to argue with a two year old.)



Aunt Kate: Lydia, would you like some water in your bucket?
Lydia: No, I'd like a bucket of Ocean.



Emmy was a beach addict (as everyone should be), one of her favorite things to do was have her Aunt Emily catch fish for her bucket. Look how big my little girl has gotten!


More to come!

What Sleep At The Beach Looks Like

Here's a small glimpse of our beach trip.

When sisters steal all the toys, what's a girl to do?



When Jim watches Rhett.

A Meeting Of The Minds

Two weeks ago we got go to the mountains for the annual "meeting of the minds" where all the pastors in our denomination get together and make big decisions, and all the wives enjoy each others company will running like crazy people after their kids. This is one of my favorite times of the year where we get together with old friends and their families. While Jim was on a break, we went for a little hike on Glassy Mountain, home to Carl Sanburg, a famous poet. And yes, Rhett went with us as well, even though we don't have the pictures to prove it.

Just so you know we didn't leave him at home.

The girls eating yogurt on the porch of our hotel room.

Is love in the air? As parents you are always hoping that your children will marry someone wonderful. I would be happy with any of the children we hung out with. However, these children were the most photogenic, so for now, we will go with them.

This is Spencer Sims and Lydia, and this is how I found them when I decided to grab the camera.

Peter Sims and Emmy, they couldn't let their younger siblings get all the attention.

Let's just say that we will keep these photos for the rehearsal dinners, just in case!

Before And After

Before Jim turned on the shop vac.

After Jim turned on the shop vac.



Before Rhett was sleepy.



After Rhett was sleepy.