Making fun of my kids

What is the point of being a mother if you can't occasionally make fun of your silly kids? Today was a great opportunity for that. First thing after breakfast the kids decided they wanted to paint. (We are still down with colds, so we didn't go to church right after breakfast as we usually do.) As I wanted to get a little crafting done too, I readily agreed. Joy taught the boys how to make splatters on their pages, and Brigham took it to the next level.

You almost don't notice the healing burn or the hula hoop to the head scabs with all the paint.

Brigham and Joy really get along quite well, and after a bit of clean-up, they went upstairs to come up with a parade. I don't think that really caught on, because after a long while, they came downstairs bedecked it Silly Bands. They were rock stars, and Joy did her best to get her rock star attitude on.

Personally, I think the unbrushed hair was much more effective than the silly-banded pajama pants!

Then, this evening, Joy and Hyrum did this amazing stunt. I have been noticing lately that Joy is an exceptionally scrawny child! I mean, look at her arms! I think Hyrum's arms are bigger around than hers! It is a wonder he doesn't just fall flat and smash her like a pancake! Okay, he did a few times.

And speaking of scrawny, I couldn't resist this shot. Have you ever seen such a pointy bum in your life? It looks like an elbow joint, not a bum!

Well, that was cathartic. Maybe I will let them live another day...