Shrieks and nails

I haven't 'blogged' in many days, not because nothing has happened (are you kidding me, have you meet my kids) but because I haven't had time. Sometimes I wonder where the time goes. Do I live in one of those Science Fiction Worm holes where time goes faster than the rest of the world? Are my clocks broken and making the time go faster? Did I pass out or lose conscientiousness for hours?

Anyho,Tatum and Keaton just crack me up some times. The other day Tatum was wearing a shirt with a cheetah print on it. Her and Keaton wanted to play super heroes so logically she was the all powerful "Kitty Girl". Keaton was wearing a blue shirt so he became the mighty "Water boy". They figured out rather quickly that "Kitty Girl" and "Water Boy" were no match for the bad guys. So their names were changed to "Cheetah Girl" and since Keaton likes to be just like his sister, "Cheetah Boy". They ran around the room with cheetah speed and clawed the bad guys with their 'claws of steel'. Weston was fascinated with their playing and would squeal when they were by him. Squeal...well actually it is more of a shriek. Weston started just a few days ago, belting out these ear piercing, goose bump giving shrieks. He is not in pain or upset, just shrieking. The first few times we laughed hysterically. Then we just giggled, now we hold our ears and beg for him to stop. Keaton tells Weston he is being annoying. Tatum looks at him sternly and says 'no'. Weston just shrieks louder, thrilled that they are paying attention to him. I try to tell them to ignore him, but they can only take so much. It does draw some eyes at restaurants, the grocery store and at school. I think it's cute, Jarrek thinks he sounds like a girl. Hopefully it's just a phase and he will 'talk' normal soon (insert fingers crossed).

Today the kids went to my parents for the weekend so I picked Tatum up early from school. She has been asking for days if she could paint her finger nails. Since she doesn't have school tomorrow, I said sure. Picture it...a 5 year old with three colors of nail polish and a great imagination. She finished her masterpiece and looked at me with those big brown eyes..."Mom can I paint yours?" YIKES! I now have very interesting fingernails and toenails and no nail polish remover. Good thing I'm going to the salon tomorrow. Meanwhile, Keaton is fixing my hair. He has manged to put every single clipy and bow Tatum has in my hair. I was instructed to leave it forever or until Ma and Pa get here. I'll take the latter. So, Ma and Pa get here and admire my hair and nails. I helped them out to the car and caught a glimpse of myself in the window...SCARY! The whole time I was putting the kids in the car, I wished no one I knew would drive by and see my hair. I manged to escape public viewing!