Okay, so, apparently I am being ubber productive today. Weird. I uploaded the pics from the boys actual birthday. Again, being the super creative person I desire to be I made them a funfetti cake mix cake. Mr. Mayer and I bought them some little chairs from Pottery Barn Kids for their gifts. The best thing about the chairs for the first week was that we could put Owen in the chair and he didn't know how to get out. He would just sit there until someone got him. We had friends over for dinner that night and we grilled hamburgers and hot dogs. I'm going to tell on myself now. Papa Brad came over for dinner. I was making him a plate and made him a burger and gave to him. A minute later he said "Jayna. Thanks for the burger, but could I have meat on it?" OMG! I forgot to put meat on his burger. He had everything else~no meat. Gah!!! That's typical for me. At least I remember to feed the children. I hope.
You would think I would be referring to myself or Mr. Mayer. But, no. I'm talking about the precocious little girl that lives in this house. "I cleaned my room damn good." Wait. What? That was the sentence Diva told me a few weeks ago when I asked her if she had cleaned her room. I was in shock. Mr. Mayer was stifling a laugh. Diva was dead serious. A few days after that she came downstairs and told me to "Tell those damn boys to leave my damn toys alone." Apparently her brother's were messing with her Barbies. We have also had the occasional "damn it" when she drops something or spills something. It was super embarrassing when we were at Target and she dropped a toy in the toy department and said "damn it." Thankfully there was no one around to hear her. Diva's um...creative (?) vocabulary started as soon as she started speaking. She has always used big words, whether she knew what they meant or not. Mr. Mayer and I are totally ...
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