where do they come from?

You know those mornings you wake up and wonder "where did these kid's come from"? It started last night when, after being in bed, Hunter came out of the room BAWLING. Kurt asked him what was wrong. Well, apparently he didn't do his 20 minutes of reading, which results in no signature. The way he was crying you would think they make the kids walk down a hallway while yelling "you didn't finish your reading, loser!!!" and throwing rotten fruit. So we told him we would wake him up early to do his reading. Kurt had to leave super early to go to work so it was up to me. I know, I'm laughing already, too!! By some miracle of the Lord, the kid's got up on their own and did their homework. My alarm went of a million times but for some reason I didn't hear it....weird.
So everyone gets off to school and I am getting ready to take Silas to preschool when I see two missed calls. And two messages. Both are from my OCD son. I love this kid. He is the one who got Hunter up to do his reading. He makes his own lunch and his dad's everyday. And smiles while making a mental check list of the awesomeness he accomplishes every day. It hurts to be that awesome. His clothes are ALWAYS stellar. He gets that from me...
So the message is him saying he forgot his lunch. So no worries, I swing it in. The office lady was laughing because she said he got right off the bus and ran into the office to call me. I told HER I brought him a xanax and a glass of wine to calm himself. His initials are VCM and little did we know his name would stand for very controlled malizio. The Toe will be proud to know him someday.
It's just so funny because we also have bipolar man who goes from super insanely happy to someone crushed his hopes and dreams of being a circus clown sad. Silas is just that way. He gets in the car from preschool and tells me he doesn't want his shirt on anymore

You may also notice the remnants of a mustache. The boys had mustache night last night at AWANAS. Silas would not allow me to wipe it off. Pick your battles people. He was also dancing while I took the above picture.

The one in the chair is his natural clothing for nap time, the nap he tells me EVERY DAY he doesn't want to take. And when I tell him he MUST put on pants to play outside he chooses *these*. Yes, they are his brothers 18 month old guido tracksuit pants. I'll let that awkward sink in for just a minute....
All in all, life comes together even if you have the most opposite people on the planet living together. Cole clearly gets his style from me...

Please take note of the carefully placed hair and the gently clasped hands to appear as model like and smooth as possible. And now, my mad dressing skills are always displayed for my children to glean from

In my defense, Kurt bought me those pants. I seriously don't know how I am not approached daily by those scam modeling agencies. Only someone who is truly thankful for all they have been given, including the most OCD of children, would post a picture of themselves looking that fab :)