VIRUS WARNING!

If you have blogger and you get a comment from "Tygogal" DO NOT CLICK IT! You will get a virus--I did--blasted curiosity! I went against my instinct that said, "Never never click on a comment from someone you don't know!" Lesson learned.

Cousins

We went to my sisters' (that's plural for two--they live together) house in LA last week. Kayla had SO much fun with her big cousins!

Aiden and Benny

And that pretty much sums up the trip:)

Kayla's Art Room

I think it might be time for a workspace of her own. Especially since we only have one facility in our 920 sq foot palace, and if she's in the middle of her blue period...let's just say I wouldn't want to have to be the one to disrupt her "wa".

Self Medicating

I went to the Longs Pharmacy the other day to pick up some medicine for Benson and the Pharmacist said, "Good Evening Mrs. Young, how many for you today?" (Oh just 3 prescriptions for Benson thanks!)
I don't know why this should surprise me--we are obviously in there quite frequently, but his familiarity with me brought to light the stark reality that my kids are on drugs...a lot.
Here is a photo of Benson giving himself a 15 minute dose of his asthma medication all by himself through our good friend "the Nebby" (nebulizer). That in itself is a sad commentary, but I suppose I am grateful for modern medicine because if we lived in 1850,
my kids would clearly be dead:)

Ever Watch Antiques Roadshow?

As a disclaimer, it is so unlike me to purchase junk. However, amongst the valuable tidbits of information I have gained from Antiques Roadshow, one is that political memorabilia, if you will, is always somewhat valuable, especially unique pieces, such as the one you see here. Particularly those in pivotal, "historical" presidential elections of the losing candidate. That being said, let's cross our fingers and with this little $18 gem (stored in a dry, semi-dark location and kept in mint condition for the next 80 years) I will have secured my grandchildren's future!

Siblings

The kids have a bunk bed now as Benson has graduated from his crib into his "big boy bed".
We put them to bed tonight at 8 o'clock. Shortly thereafter I began to hear whispers and giggling. Then I heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet running, no, sprinting up and down the hallway followed by hysterically muffled giggling. "Go to bed" I firmly urged several times. And every time, they'd say "okay Mommy" and quickly scurry back into bed. This continued for about 15 minutes. I had an errand to run so I left. When I got home Ryan showed me this. Apparently Kayla was on an errand as well--hers was going up into Benson's bed and trying to persuade him to "sneak out" with her. At this point Benson must have been too tired to go along with it and eventually Kayla must have realized she was tired also.
I distinctly remember such antics as a little girl sharing a room with my two sisters. They would make me jump and wiggle around so that the static electricity from my polyester pajamas would actually create sparks, then we'd crack up--Pop would get SO mad and we could never understand why...
This is why a kid needs a sibling:)
PS: I'd pay money to see Kayla's face when she wakes up and realizes she has fallen asleep next to her despicable brother.

Kayla's Artwork

I would categorize this as one of her more Postmodern pieces.