Beware of poison.

If you want to have an interesting conversation with Sophie Jane, just bring up poison...or give her a Clorox wipe.

It will go something like this:

Me: Here, why don't you wipe down the table with this wipe?

Sophie: But, is this poison?

Me: Well...kind-of, just don't eat it.

Sophie: But if I ate it then I would die and get to go be with Jesus...

Me: Well, yes, but I'd still prefer that you didn't eat it.

Sophie: Well I won't, because there is NO WAY I'm going to heaven without my parents. We all have to go together.

Me: Sounds good to me.

Sophie: But how will I remember not to eat it? Who will remind me? I'll need someone to tell me all the time!

Me: Sophie, don't eat the Clorox Wipe...there, I reminded you.

Sophie: Whew...if I did eat it, I'd have to go to the dentist and they'd have to clean the poison off my teeth and then I'd probably have to go to the doctor to get a shot. Right?

Me: Uh...sure? That sounds about right.

Sophie: What if it gets on my knees and then I try to eat my knees?

Me: Don't eat your knees.

Sophie: Yeah...we're going to need to tell the babies about this.

Me: Or...how about we just don't give them a Clorox wipe?

Sophie: Yeah, I guess...but we should probably tell them too. Wait! Is that glitter in that bag? Can I play with glitter?

And thus, all thoughts of poison, dentists, death, and eating knees are forgotten.

Back to School

School time is here again. I love having my kids home for the summer, but I have to say that by about August 3rd, we've lost all control of our schedule, we've all gone a little crazy, the house has fallen into shambles and ruin, and we are all ready for the school year to start.

My kids love going to school and I know that a big part of that is that they go to a really awesome one. It's small, there is only one teacher per grade and in the upper grades they even have combined classes. There is something kind of nice about knowing not only who my kids will have as teachers this year, but for the next five years. 

Here are our first day pictures. 

 Every time I think about Sophia being in 4 year old preschool, I automatically think about the fact that this means she'll be in Kindergarten next year. Which then leads me to think about Elinor being in preschool next year and that in just a few short years, all my babies will be in school. 

 I asked her to stand by this column for a picture and this was her go to pose. You know...just acting natural. 

 Yep...this handsome boy is in 3rd grade this year. Crazy. 

 I remembered to take a picture near an object so we can see how much he has changed by the end of the year. I can't wait.

And these two monkeys were pretty happy this morning to not have to share me with two more people. Plus we may have had cookies for breakfast...but I'm pretty sure the happiness was about me. I'm kind-of vain like that.