It's not child labor if they think they're playing a game

This is my method to get them to pick up their toys. They're all about making a list and crossing off their work. This is what they did while I was setting up this blog aka "Mommy Time".

For my first entry I thought you'd like to get to know us. Well, mainly the kids since I'm sure they will be the ones I talk about the most. Here's a little background. Stay with me to get the full effect. Or is it affect? I think, in our case, it might be both?

Let's start with the oldest who likes to call himself Manboy. Not a man. Not a boy. A Manboy. He just turned six two days after Christmas and scored big with his new love for Transformers. Guess who also scored big? Me. I'm a successful level 3 and 4 Transformers transformer. Manboy doesn't have the patience for it and apparently either does Dadman.

So here is Manboy:

Okay, that's Manboy when he was Babyboy and that photo is several years old which makes me sad. He never tried to crawl out of the crib. I shouldn't have changed that. I'd bet he'd still be comfy "behind bars." Oops. Mommy Fail.

Alright, here he is a little older. Fancy isn't he? He was three. Now, at six, he just recently took to wearing a dress shirt with a tie and jeans. He loves ties and spiking his hair. All about being fancy. Yes, prior to this photo he did jump off the couch onto the table which gave him a black eye. No one can just earn the title "Manboy."

Okay. The recent photos. Since he just turned six he's in kindergarten now. He loves school. I love the little notes he's learning to write me on his own. To mark the first day of kindergarten he wore Dadman's first day of kindergarten shirt. (I cried like a baby.) I'm not sure. Everyone always says it. Manboy looks JUST like Dadman. Hmmm....

Manboy, present (2010)   Dadman, prehistoric (okay 1985)

A little more on Manboy: he's an extremely pick eater. Borderline vegetarian. He loves writing. He wants to be a cop when he grows up...or a Transformer. It's really unknown at this point. I'm sure I'll talk about this later. On to Superstar...

Superstar is our youngest. She turned 16 in August. I mean three. She's three. She is the most dramatic three year old. EVER. If you have a three year old you know what I mean. Superstar is a daddy's girl. She's ALWAYS been a daddy's girl. Unless daddy is not home then she settles for me all the while complaining about missing daddy.

Whatever you do DO NOT tell Dadman I posted that. I'm sure Supergirl won't be pleased that she has very little hair and is wearing big bro's hand-me-down PJs, either.

Oh, she's ALWAYS hungry, too. What Manboy doesn't eat she makes up for plus her weight. The best part? The small group of foods she doesn't like are Manboy's favorites. I know, right? Nice.

Here's Superstar

Even as a baby. Food. Good. Biter biscuit on the toes? Not a prob for Superstar.

Here she is a bit older. I loved goofy bonnets on her. Ahh teeth. More food selections. I remember those days.

Superstar is pretty much a punk. She's always trying to one up big brother Manboy. From potty training to now writing her name and a few other words (which Manboy didn't do at this age) she's got to be the center of attention. Wherever there's Manboy there's probably Supergirl right behind him soaking up info. Lucky for her Manboy requires they play together.

Punk

Supergirl is now in her first year of preschool. Of course it's the same school that Manboy attended. Who loves preschool...after those first three weeks of having to hand her over screaming bloody murder?? That's right. Supergirl. Nobody messes with Supergirl and her super mad Playdoh skills. Nobody.

Lately, Supergirl is all about being pretty. Her latest convos with us?

Supergirl: "Am I pretty?"

Me: "Yes, you're beautiful.

Supergirl: "Yeah, I'm always this way."

and let's not forget our drive to Chuck E. Cheese for Manboy's birthday. From her car seat:
Supergirl: "HEY!! You all know I'm pretty right?"

She's all about modesty.

Let's not forget that if this wasn't Wisconsin and it wasn't -3736972 degrees outside she'd be in her undies. The cold weather is Supergirl's weakness.

Apparently, super cool awesome things like fireworks are also a weakness:

More about Supergirl: She LOVES music and dancing, Dora/Diego, Dresses, hair bows, eating, writing, coloring, and whatever Manboy is doing. She's certain that when she grows up she will be an animal rescuer. Also, Supergirl lost her curls. If you know where they are let me know. In six months she went from Curly Sue to waves. It's a sad time.

So, yeah. We live in Wisconsin. What do we do in Wisconsin? Well, I'm sure you'll see some of this: 

That's right! Shrooms! No, wait. Those are from our walk in the woods. We love to visit my parents nearby and spend a lot of time outside when the weather is nice. This was from one of our walks. If the kids had to kill to be outside with grandma and papa they'd do it, I'm certain.

There's always sledding in the winter (Manboy, 2008)

Basically, my kids are happiest outside so we spend a lot of time there. Not so much in the winter as Supergirl has inherited my weakness for being cold but we manage.

That's about it for the kids. I thought I'd start this blog to keep track of them and their ability to make us laugh...and drive us crazy.

I think that's their job, though. One game that they LOVE playing. :)

XOXO,