Tonight I'm pouting because my workaholic hubby is at a class renewing his brokers license, he's going to be gone all weekend on a campout, and he's usually gone from 7-7 anyway. I haven't seen him all day and I hate it. He always livens up the house and we have so much more fun when he's here. Last week we took the kids to have a picnic at the park and the week before that we went for a little hike and played in the river we found. Things that we do without him but just aren't as much fun without daddy. And I like to kick his trash at Nintendo Wii... (he'll definitely contest that) Anyway, I'm happy I've got my chilldren to make me laugh when I'm missing him. Kinsey has been watching her self shake her fanny to the music on American Idol (yes, I'm lame) in the mirror all night. I should record it and put it on here but don't want to take the time. "Hey mom, look at me! I'm shakin' my bottom!" I'm thinking oh crap not this already! She finally bounced herself of the bed and hit her head... it was all pretty funny to see. Is that mean? I don't know why I laugh when people fall but I really think it's funny. I do feel bad for her she's my baby, but she didn't get hurt so I still think it's okay to laugh :)

Yesterday she came to me all worried and this is what she said when I asked her what was wrong...
Kinsey: "I'm berry berry sorry mommy but my book got broken."
Mom: "Oh no, what happened?"
Kinsey: She holds out her hands, wiggles her fingers, and stares at them in confusion like they have a mind of their own and says, "my fingers ripped it."
I try not laugh and tell her to bring it here so I can tape it up. He he... she always makes me laugh.