Tenacious Tendancies!

My precious Payton has become quite obsessed with Zumba. She talks about it incessantly, tries to show Brooklyn the "moves", and tells any stranger that makes eye contact with her that it is her "new workout I do with my Mom, that's her." (pointing at me) (This is in addition to her name, her sisters name, and the fact that they are twins and that Brookie likes kitties. She is my social butterfly!) Brooklyn prefers to sit and watch us, so she is daily bombarded with helpful and exuberant suggestions from Payton. They are of mostly this nature; "Brooklyn, you should move your shoulders like this(shrugs shoulders) while you step like this( steps back and forth), or else you're doing it wrong! Here, watch me!" Brooklyn is normally in the next room by now, walking away shortly after Payton started talking!

Today Marianne is coming over with the girls for Zumba. Payton has been excited all day, cleaning and moving things from room to room in anticipation of their arrival. I found her at one point trying to push the couch back!! You would really have to see how tiny she is in proportion to the huge leather couch to understand the depth of my amusement. She is pretty ferocious for one so vertically challenged!

Payton has a pretty bad cough this week, and she was hacking away while wiping down their little table in the kitchen. Right in the middle of rearranging the vase of flowers sitting on said table she all of the sudden runs to the trashcan and gets violently ill! I held her hair back and then wiped her little face and asked her if she was Ok. Brooklyn was having a full blown freak out behind me, worried over her sister, but I knew it was coming because her cough is from choking on the stuff draining down her throat. She turned her little face up to mine and wiped her brow and said to me, "Mom, I can still Zumba, don't worry."

Oh, thank goodness!! That was TOTALLY what I was worried about Payton!

Watch out world, this child is fierce and deadly determined, once she gets her mind set on a goal!


On a side note, how much does it rock that my four year old sprite had the presence of mind to run to the trashcan!? I can't say the same for my nine year old, who actually changed the color of the carpet in the hallway last time she was sick :{

Sorry for the TMI!!

From the Mouths of Babes!

Just a quick share; Marianne came over today, and we Zumba'd(a Latin dance aerobic workout) our butts off in the living room. Our gym closed this Monday, so we are home-Zumba-ing for now! Payton did the workout with us today, and I must say she is dedicated, if not very skilled :) She muttered at one time, "I wish this was over...." or something to that effect, but she never took more than a 30 second break! We visited for awhile after the workout over our sugar-free Cinnamon Dulce Chai Latte's, and then the other Hiester ladies departed so we could all get to our busy days.
I took the twins in to put their hair up, and as Payton was following me into my bathroom she exclaimed,
"WOO!! There is no WAY Daddy is going to be able to do that Mommy, that was some HARD moves!" She then wiped her brow in mock exhaustion and rolled her eyes!! I love love love my kids :))

Cafe de la Mommy!

About a week ago, I was having some trouble with the twins. Now, nothing major, like the two of them forming a gang and skulking along the streets of Quail Lakes at night with their other tiny hoodlum friends; rather mundane and unimaginative trouble. They have been scoffing at my insistence that they pick up their room every night before bed, and have even gone so far as to stage little mini picket lines along their train table with My Little Ponies and other small toys of questionable character! Can you imagine? Well, we sat down with them and had a talk about doing the things that are asked of them in a "timely manner", so that everyone (meaning mommy) can go to bed happy and start the day fresh. They seemed to absorb the idea, with Payton actually stroking her chin in contemplation of the whole thing. Wonderful, thoughtful children. :)
The next day around 10 or so, they asked for a snack. Brooklyn came into the kitchen and said they wanted cheese and crackers, and so I obliged and cut up cracker-sized cheddar to accompany said crackers onto a small platter. I handed the tray to Brookie, and she smiled pleasantly and said, "Thank you". Then the little Diva carried the tray into the dining room where Payton was waiting and said, "Here is the food we ordered Payton." ORDERED? To which Payton replied, " Nice and timely!"
Genius! using my own words against me in the proper context the very next day! I honestly don't know whether to be proud of their quick minds, or insulted by the insinuation!