Not so adventures of the St. Clair clan...

 The girls are continuing to do their best to keep us on our toes.  It's funny later, but in the heat of the moment, whew.  I'm glad God gave us a sense of humor.   They have recently become obsessed with A) washing dishes and B) the bathroom sink.  Yesterday, I found them washing sippy cups in the bathroom sink.  I can handle the water mess.  It's just water after all...rabbit trail, it was not  water on our bathroom floor the other day.  It was definitely pee, and Emerson was the guilty party.  I couldn't be mad because I'm pretty sure she just didn't want to sit on the freezing cold toilet seat.  I understand perfectly.  I've been tempted...never mind.  I've made my stance on heated toilet seats very clear.  Back to the water mess in the bathroom.  I can handle the water.  The problem is, when I pulled the plug on the sink to drain the water, it didn't drain.  After further investigation, I found an apple slice jammed into the drain, which explain

Sawyer's razor tooth handsaw broke.  The handle split in half.  I think maybe it was made for cutting the occasional limb and maybe a Christmas tree.  He has probably leveled, limbed, and turned into logs an equivalent of an acre of timber, so I think he got his money's worth, but he was pretty heartbroken.   "Mom, I have some bad news.  Do you want to hear it?" I braced myself and nodded. "My saw broke." I exhaled, and gave him the sympathy he was looking for.  Luckily, the depression was short lived because he discovered a new love the same day: the leaf blower. He has always been skeptical of leaf blowers.  They are noisy, and that's been problematic for him.  The irony there...   Anyway, his dad told him it was his chore to leaf blow and there was no arguing.  He didn't want to do it, but once the backpack was on and he got started...let's just say we didn't see him again until it started getting dark.  Fischer also loves a good leaf blow

I knew having kids was going to be hard - sleep deprivation, worry, stress, hard choices, etc.  But nobody said anything about the tooth fairy.   I kind of hate her.   I mean, it's precious.  For the first tooth.  For the first kid.  After that, I think she stinks.  I might be the worst version of the tooth fairy.  What's the going rate on teeth these days?  I don't know.  My kids are probably getting ripped off.  I'm just hoping they don't start comparing notes with their friends at school. "What did you get?" "$10!  How about you?" "A pile of change, some lint, and a tooth brush..." "Huh.  Maybe you need to brush better." My biggest problem is remembering to be the tooth fairy.  I had to set three alarms for the last tooth.  My other problem is that my kids want to be freaking pen pals with "her."  So many letters!  So many unanswered letters...   I tried.  Then I forgot.  Then they got real confused and sad.  I

 I was feeling pretty dumpy the last week or so.  Too much real life all at once.  Being an adult is fun, except for when it's not.  We've recalibrated now and are once again focused on what's True and what's good, and also our kids are hilarious, so that helps. Sawyer got a note from a girl at school this week.  "Dear Sawyer, do you want to be friends? Yes or no."  Ross asked him what he was going to reply.  Sawyer gave him a what are you talking about  look.   "Dad, we already are  friends," he replied, annoyed by the redundancy.    "But she signed it with a heart..." "Daaaaad." Sawyer's eyeroll was almost audible.   As I'm looking into my crystal ball, I see that Sawyer's future wife will need to be very  direct. Carter's future spouse will also need to be a strong character.  She has a personality twice her size and is into more mischief than both her brothers combined.  One minute she is spinning circles in th