Last week I was making dinner and the kids were playing in my bedroom. I actually marveled at the length of time they were playing nicely together. And as any mom knows, that could only mean one of two things. Either one of them has tied the other one up in a chair with duct tape on their mouth, or they have joined together to do doing something they probably shouldn’t be!

After setting the table I went to tell them it was time to wash up. I walked into the room and Savannah is jumping up and down saying, “Mommy Mommy!!! We found the Cow Song. You HAVE TO hear the Cow Song!!!!!”

I’m thinking, “Cow Song? In my room? What Cow Song?”

She heads over to my iPod docking thingy that has speakers on it. Ya know, the thing that I’ve never actually shown them how to use. Because, ummmm…I don’t actually want them playing with my iPod.

I’m not trying to sound selfish, but that’s MY TOY dad-gummit! And not only that, but there are some choice songs on there that I don’t particularly want them to run across. I know, I know. Sounds hypocritical doesn’t it? It’s okay for me to listen but not them. Well, those…those are my treadmill songs. Those are the ones that push me past the 3 mile mark. Ever tried to walk to “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy”? Can’t be done. What about “Hollaback Girl”, or “Hit Me with Your Best Shot”? Those keep my legs pumping right along.

But back to my story…

Now Emery is jumping around too. “Dance wif me Mommy! Dance wif me!!!” I’d love to son but my back is still sore from the crackling sound that occured when I tried to show Savannah how Mommy used to be able to do a backbend like those tiny little Chinese girls in the Olympics. (What? I didn’t blog about that? Hmmm, not sure how that slipped my mind. Anyways….)

I am still wondering what the cow song is and as Savannah hits the “back” button on the iPod the screen lights up. I see a picture of this:

I start laughing. The Cow Song, huh? And the Cow Song they were listening to in particular was “Fever”. Luckily, Aerosmith lyrics are a little hard to decipher. Which was evident when Emery came to the table that night for dinner singing, “I got da beaver.”

Looked out my bedroom window this morning and saw this 4 legged animal grazing in my neighbor’s backyard:

I’m certain it’s not their pet for several reasons, not one of which has anything to do with the fact that our subdivision does not allow farm animals to be kept as pets.

Several weeks ago, Jeremy and I received a special invitation. It read, “You are cordially invited (and encouraged to attend) a water show of Olympic proportions!”

The featured athletes were none other than the Amazing Little Mermaid Savannah and the Incredible Mr Emery. The flyer advertised dinner and a show that would include crowd pleasing tricks such as cartwheel diving, a human airplane, the spiral corkscrew, and synchronized backward freefall. “Wow…what a special evening that will be,” I thought to myself.

Finally, after much anticipation, tonight was the night we’d been waiting for and it did not disappoint! The show was spectacular!!! Choosing a gold metal winner was nearly impossible. But in the end, we took a special interest in the young lady who overcame her fear of the diving board, jumped in, and swam the length of the pool all by herself!

Now…isn’t that special?

Nice princess helmet, Son.

And by the way, where are your pants???

When Savannah is frustrated with someone or something, she will sigh heavily, lower her voice, and with disgust say “Ohhhhh (fill in blank with person or item causing such distress in her life)!”

For example, if Emery is bothering her, she’ll say “Ohhhh Emery”. Or more accurately, “Ohhh Emmm-rrrrr-eeeee!!!” Adding multiple syllables to the pronunciation of his name. Or if she spills her milk, “Ohhhh, milk.” And if she doesn’t know who exactly to blame for her predicament, she’ll just exclaim, “Ohhhhh, man.”

Today I was going over the lower case letters d, b, and a. We were working on identifying objects that began with those letters and then writing them in the space below. She was doing really well, but at one point got stuck on writing a word that began with “da”. She wrote the “d”, but for some reason got a mental block on the “a” and kept writing a “b”. Only with a shorter line, so it was more like a backwards “a”.

I kinda got tickled and we started laughing about it together. Then it got even worse and she really couldn’t get it right. Kinda like when you know the spelling of a word, but once you write it, it looks funny, and you second guess yourself. She just could not focus and write the letter “a”.

After a while though, she did start to get frustrated. I don’t know how many times she wrote it wrong, but finally she looked intently at the picture of a large concrete wall in the middle of a lake and said, “Ohhhhh dam.”