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Moment of The Week!

Posted: November 13, 2013 in Moment of The Week

After putting the kids to bed one night I was bustling around the house straightening things up. I picked up the toys and clothes that were strewn all over the house and finally began to head back up the mountain of stairs to put everything in its proper place. When I reached the top I noticed that the office door was open so I went to shut it. I got it about half way closed when I heard a tiny voice say “Hi mom.” Slowly I opened the door back up to see my little Elaina happily drawing on various papers strewn all over my desk. “What are you doing?” I asked in complete shock. “I drawing.” She said matter-of-factly. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” “No.” she said confidently. Who knows how long she had been up there in solitary bliss but of course I had to crash the party and put her back to bed! She did not appreciate my responsible parenting, but at least after that she fell asleep and there were no more big surprises the rest of the evening. Nothing like a two-year-old to keep me on my toes!

Moment of The Week!

Posted: September 20, 2013 in Moment of The Week

Last Sunday my husband and I were sitting at the kitchen table trying to finish our coffee before we had to leave for church. The kids were upstairs watching 10 minutes of Leap Frog and we were enjoying a moment of uninterrupted conversation when suddenly there was a loud crash across from us in the living room area. We looked at each other, and then looked in the direction of sound. We looked at each other, and then looked in the direction of the sound again. Finally it dawned on us that the light fixture above the niche outside our bedroom door was no longer on the ceiling but on the floor in millions of tiny pieces. Needless to say our coffee never got finished and we were late for church. Another perfect Sunday morning for the Sextons!

Moment of the Week!

Posted: July 20, 2013 in Moment of The Week

One afternoon I went upstairs to get Elaina up from her nap. As I opened the door to her room, I saw her sitting on the bed with her mouth full of something. “What do you have in your mouth?” I demanded. “A book!” she said through her bulging cheeks. “Spit it out!” I said as I held out my hand. Obediently she regurgitated a mouthful of chewed paper. I looked down to see one of her books lying on the bed with its pages completely chewed through. “No, no!” I said still recovering from the shock “We don’t eat our books!” Truthfully I never thought I would have to say those words, but at least I know she was telling the literal truth when she said she had a book in her mouth.

Moment of The Week!

Posted: June 17, 2013 in Moment of The Week

A few weeks ago I was sitting with the girls at the dinner table trying to get them to focus long enough to actually eat their food. As usual, Lilah was more interested in talking than eating and Elaina was taking great joy in stuffing way too much food in her mouth and then spitting it out. Getting frustrated, I put my head in my hands and tried to contemplate a new strategy. When I looked up, Elaina had her foot on the table and was meticulously stuffing wads of rice and cheese between each of her toes. At that point I felt the only thing to do was laugh and just let them go watch cartoons while I cleaned up the kitchen. Sometimes you just have to know when you’ve been beat!

Moment of The Week!

Posted: June 3, 2013 in Moment of The Week

In April Lilah was a flower girl in my sister-in-law’s wedding. At the rehearsal the night before, she was in a pretty bad mood and spent most of her time curled up in my lap, so attempting to be a good mother, I tried cheering her up by talking about the beautiful wedding dress she was going to get to wear the next day. I told her she would be a princess and she would look just like Cinderella, etc. Finally, she sat up and looked at me with a very concerned face and said “But Mommy, where is my husband?” “What?” I said, surprised that she was even listening to me. “Where is my husband? I’m getting married tomorrow in my Cinderella dress.” I tried to explain that her Aunt Lydia was actually marrying Prince Charming at the wedding but it didn’t seem to faze her and she persisted in telling me that we must find her a husband. Not sure what to do, I decided to play along and pointed out some random guys at the rehearsal to be her husband. Of course, she promptly refused all of them. I then suggested that maybe we wait until she was a little older to find Prince Charming to which she finally agreed. So the moral of this story is to never under estimate the romantic genius of a three-year-old… they apparently know more about how the story should go than we give them credit for.

Moment of The Week!

Posted: May 21, 2013 in Moment of The Week

It was a typical evening at my house… the grocery shopping hadn’t been done in a couple of weeks and I was scrounging for something to fix for supper. While digging in the pantry I found a Macaroni Grill Chicken Marsala box dinner. Bingo! Thirty minutes later I had cooked up a convenience meal master piece, complete with glass plates to dress it up! I was very proud of myself for finding a way to procrastinate the grocery trip one more night, but as my husband and I began to take a few bites my euphoria was soon diminished. “Um, not to be rude but does something taste funny to you?” my husband asked in his most polite voice. “Mmmm… maybe.” I said, beginning to doubt myself. I reached over to the counter and pulled down the box that had contained our dinner and looked for the expiration date. “Best if used by May 2009. Oops.” Wheeler looked at me with his usual amused smile “Well, there’s the funny taste!” Needless to say we ended up binging on the last bits of snack food for the rest of the evening and the next day I made a little trip to the grocery store.

Moment of The Week!

Posted: May 8, 2013 in Moment of The Week

Recently I took the kids over to a friend’s house for a play date. It was a lovely day and we were sitting in the back yard watching the kids run around when I noticed that my youngest daughter, Elaina was getting a little too friendly with their dog. She kept trying to touch his personal space and I kept telling her “No, no don’t touch that, it’s nasty.” Well, she finally stopped but then the dog decided to give his personal space a good licking at which point she very sternly reprimanded him by saying “No, no don’t touch that, it’s nasty!” How do you explain that one to a two-year old?