You know, there are many moments, as a parent, that you know, right when they happen, you'll never forget them. Take last Tuesday, for example.

I took my 2 middle girls, my 2 youngest sons and one of their 4 year old buddies to a local place called "Jumpin' Jimmy's". This is one of those places filled with huge inflate-ables that the kids spend hours jumping around on, and getting all sweaty, and God willing, tired.

As the boys are playing I watch them talking with a very sweet, adorable little boy who is a bit younger than they are. All 4 boys decide that they are going to be friends and play together.

Oh, gentle reader, if only my story ended there.

I'm sitting in the area roped off for parents catching up on world news, via CNN (okay, I was reading a cheesy novel) when the little boy comes running over to his mom in tears, followed by my children and their friend. "What happened?" I ask a red-faced and sobbing Collin. "That boy hit me, and I punched him," he tells me.

At this point, his helpful older sibling interjects, "NO! NO! That's not what happened!"

"Well, what did happen?" I ask, with no small amount of fear.

"That boy", my daughter explains, pointing with a flair for the dramatic, "Accidentally stepped on Collin when he was trying to get out of the slide. Because he was in a hurry."

"In a hurry?"

"Yeah, on account of he was trying to get away from the spitting."

"What spitting?" I ask, my stomach beginning to hurt.

"Oh, Declan and Jake were spitting at him in the slide."

I turn to Declan. "WHY were you spitting at him?"

"Well," Declan explains, "we decided we didn't want to be his friend any more so we spitted on him."

"So, in a nutshell, an unsuspecting child starts to play with you, and you decide you don't want to play any more, so you spit on him. Then, when he is trying to get away from you, he accidentally steps on Collin - who is LAYING ON THE FLOOR under the slide, and Collin punches him?"

"Yes, that's right mom," Declan tells me as he starts to skip off happily to the slide.

And three days later, they STILL don't understand why I made them come home. Well, maybe they do understand, but I am still being called "Meanie".

Like I said. One of those parenting moments I'll never forget. I just WISH I could.

Blurry - I'm trying to give him bunny ears, and he's trying to duck away!

Last week I took Connor to sign up for sleep away camp. His very first time sleeping away at camp! At the meeting there were all sorts of different activities the kids could sign up for. He and his friend from his soccer team were looking at all the different activity sheets and deciding which to sign up for. 3 on 3 basketball; yes. Volley ball; yes. Billiards; no. Co-ed soccer; yes. So, I say nothing, but wait until they are all done and as we are all walking out to the parking lot together I say, "Hey boys, do you know what 'co-ed' means?" Blank stares. "It means boys and girls play TOGETHER." Cue the sound of a needle scratching across a record! "But, but, why?" My son asks me aghast. "Why would they ever expect boys to play soccer WITH girls?" I tell them not to worry about it. That they will have a great time. As we are all driving home I hear my son tell his friend, in a low voice- "Don't worry about. I'm pretty sure my mom doesn't know what co-ed really means."

I'm just hoping he showers at least once during the week. Or swims. I'm not fussy.

Last week I take the little boys to Burger King. I realize I've forgotten the napkins, so I get up to get some. I am gone .00025 of a second. I get back and Declan is on his stomach, sliding up and down the plastic bench. "Whatcha doing?" I ask, my heart somewhat filled with dread.

"Oh. I'm drying the bench."

"Drying it?"

"Yeah, Collin spit on it, so I had to dry it off."

And didn't I feel foolish, standing there with a handful of napkins.

Dinner, last day of school

Me: "What do you want for dinner, Lauren?"

Lauren: "SMores."

Me: "No."

Lauren: "I got nothing mom."

I was thinking today about when Devin and Lauren -my soon to be 8 year olds- were born. Connor and Regan came to the hospital to meet their new sisters. We have a picture of Regan sitting on a bench in front of the window carefully holding the new baby. Connor is looking out the window at the view of the roof top. "Do you want to hold your new sister Connor?" "Do you think I could get out there and throw some rocks?" And thus began Connor's indifference toward his sisters.

That's okay, I told myself, according to the baby books, it is normal. (Maybe less normal was the way he shredded the book we bought him called "I'm a big brother") Eventually, he'll come around. For the first week he ignored his sisters completely. If someone stopped by the house Regan would eagerly take the visitor to meet her new sisters. She would tell people, "This is my new sister, DevinorLauren. And this is my other sister, DevinorLauren." But Connor would be quietly playing with his matchbox cars under the table.

On the day it was time for their 1 week check up I was packing them up into their car seats.He came over, and started asking about what I was doing and where we were going. "I'm taking them to the doctor," I explained. And then I went into detail about what we would do at the appointment. Connor was interested, and I was excited to take the opportunity to get him interested in his sisters.

When I returned from the doctor visit the first thing I saw was Connor playing in the driveway with chalk. He saw me get out of the car and his face lit up in a huge smile I hadn't seen for a while. I turned around and opened the van door and pulled out the first infant carrier. As I turned back to Connor he yelled "You brought them back! Why did you bring them back? You said you were going to take them to the doctor!"

I guess I forgot to mention the doctor doesn't keep them.

And it's been pretty much the same around here since then.

Great Grandma, Grandma, DevinorLauren, and a disinterested Connor.

Regan the big sister. My father in law took this picture, and captioned it "Regan holds one". No one could tell them apart!

Nope. Not interested!

In December I was taking the kids to school one morning. We had been staying at my in-laws' house because we were getting new floors in our house. I was trying tog et the kids home in time to meet the bus. I was sleepy, and driving on a road I don't normally drive on. This road is a 2 lane road that wiggles it's way through the woods and around a lot of curves and up and down some hill. I was a little too close to the shoulder of the road, and went off on the one part of the whole road where the pavement was chipped away with a very loud BAM, and then tire was popped. Now, every time we drive on any road through the woods, one of the boys will yell, "LEAN, LEAN, Mommy is going to go in the woods again!" And I will look at them and they both have their hands up in the air and are leaning toward the other side of the car like they are on a roller coaster!

Yesterday we were driving on the snowy roads home from a birthday party. At one point we started to slide fairly badly and I noticed a light come on in my car. A light to let me know that I was sliding out of control. Really Toyota? Cause I wouldn't have known without that helpful warning light! If you want to make a useful light in my car give me one that lights up when I really, REALLY need to get some gas.

Random picture: Devin marching in a parade with her preschool teacher Mrs. Winger

Lauren has a diorama due in her class on Thursday. She decided she wanted to paint the outside of her box pink. So I thought spay paint would be a much faster alternative.

Yeah, you see where I am headed with this, don't you?

Stop by and enjoy my lovely new pink front door, courtesy of an anonymous 4 year old artist.

Collin, about age 1.5. Not bad for a random photo!