Aloha

So Uncle Mike and Aunt Crystal brought back some killer gifts for us from Hawaii and gave them to the kiddos today.  Craziness ensued.  Would you expect any thing else?  Kaden got to play the ukulele first, followed by Parker, who then returned it (albeit reluctantly) to kaden.  All of this going on of course while I am dressing my two year old in a grass skirt and coconut bra.  Kaden played while Brinlee danced…

She danced…while trying to take the aforementioned ukulele from Kaden.  She of course ignored my “helpful” hints about how a distracted dancer does not a peaceful hula make.

Her darn hibiscus kept falling out as well.  Then she finally snagged the instrument from Kaden – who was of course upset, until I told him he could “trade” her and wear the hula outfit. . . DEAL!

So I did what any loving, nurturing mother would do.  I tied my sons coconut bra and taught him the hula.  Yes I know one, no I will not teach it at the next relief society enrichment night. Ahem.   So Brinlee played while Kaden danced – and danced well I might add.

Meanwhile Parker was doing this:

because it is incredibly hard to wait your turn around here.  Now before you think I am a horrible parent, all of this took place in a matter of minutes of course, Parker whining all the while.  Then he yelled…and got sent to his room.  Where he slammed the door.  And screamed at his mother.  And the dancing continued.

After we were through with our hula I made my way (camera in hand) back to talk with my sweet son about his “unacceptable” behavior.  He took one look at the camera and hid under his bed.  I told him that if he was going to throw a fit, I was going to document it so that I could make a poster and take it to Mrs. Williams kindergarten class and hang it on the wall.  He climbed out from under the bed, but the fit continued.  Until I started showing him the photos of his crazy self and then he couldn’t help but laugh, a little.  I believe I have found at least a tiny incentive for him to stop the fits.  I hope I never have to follow through with that threat!

Danny was gifted a fancy aloha shirt, and my sister made good on her promise to pick me up a new BYUH sweatshirt and t shirt to replaced the deceased…

She then presented me with her favorite gift.  A muumuu. which apparently I will be wearing…to church…next Sunday.  This is the deal that was struck in order to get my sweatshirt and t shirt.  More on that later.