Sweety

I asked Mel if I could have some of his Skittles (don't JUDGE! He was an angel in the grocery store, so...). Anyway, he immediately said "sure, you can have the red ones", to which I replied "Oh, you don't like the red ones?!" and he said "Yeah, I like 'em, but red's YOUR favorite color, Mommy!"

What a doll!

What God Knows

Heard out of the mouth of F-bomb when things apparently started going her way (sans whining):

"Mommy, I thought God could only hear the WORDS in your head, not the PICTURES too!!!"



If so, then right now, I'm picturing a 3yo and 6yo who can relieve themselves without my assistance or the occurrence of a major catastrophy requiring the use of yellow "caution" tape and hazmat specialists to be called in. Seriously, how much toilet tissue does one tiny little hiny require?

Things

I just bought this sign 'cause it sooooo says what I believe. It's this rough wooden plank that says "The best things in life aren't things". I knew I had to have it up in our new home somewhere, and I wanted it to be where I could put a collage of some of those "best things" with it. So I put these in two floating frames side by side with my sign over it:

Yummy!

I love you more than...

Melson and I play this sweet game at bedtime. It started when he was only two, and after hearing me say "I love you to pieces" so many times, he started telling me "love you pieces!" at bedtime. Well, this evolved into "I love you more than..." and we go back and forth filling in the blank.
Tonight it went like this: (imagine a dark room with huge shiny dark eyes staring at me, nose to nose, smelling like lavendar and baby)

Mel: I love you more than chocolate

me: I love you more than milkshakes

Mel: I love you more than a lamp

me: I love you more than the moon

Mel: I love you more than a bed...(pause)...a comfy bed...(pause)...with ME in it with you here talking to me!

>melt<

p.s. - I just bought him a sign today for his room that says "love you more"

Funny F-bomb!

Some recent F-bomb stuff I don't want to forget.

1. She has missed SJ so terribly this week - pitiful to the max. Has fought nearly non-stop w/ Mel, until today (of course the END of the time SJ is going to be gone) when they really figured out how to play together, and had a roarin' good time till we pulled the plug at 2130 tonight.

2. This morning, as I'm walking through the room, she comes over to me and says, semi-urgently "ooh, Mommy, um,...!"
Just then something on TV caught her full, dull-eyed, gape-mouthed attention. I get tired of standing in suspense and say "F - what did you need to tell me?"
F's eyes come back to the land of the living as she turns back to me and stares for a second before giving an exasperated AAAAAAAH!, while smacking her forehead in the "shoulda hadda V8" fashion, then says "just a second, I gotta get the thinks back in my head!!!!"

3. I was told by Oui, that on their camping trip together to Joe Wheeler State Park, F caught the attention of a little boy from Clarksville, and that by the end of the weekend, he had come up and given her a little smooch on the cheek. She said that F-bomb, not possesing a flirtacious bone in her body, seemed quite underwhelmed.
So I decided to confront her about said kiss at the dinner table tonight (in front of her Daddy). The response: that classic F-bomb "uuuuuh" forced frustratedly through her teeth, then "He DID kiss me, and I was not planning on THAT!!!"

The kid cracks me up.

So neglected

Don't have a way to explain all that's been happenin' to keep this blog from flourishing, but, so that I will remember later, here's a brief, albeit terse, rundown:

1. Had to meet May trunk show orders deadline - sewing, sewing, sewing!

2. Kept driving back and forth to O-town and the lake for fun, and because J.M. was at Jumpmaster School (way to go honey, you did it!)

3. WAIT!!! Has it seriously only been 2 1/2 weeks since I posted? I swear that last post happened about 2 months ago!

4. Christie here for almost a week (yay!) which included another trip to the lake.

5. Aunt Jen died near the end of Christie's visit. To south GA for funeral.

6. As soon as back from funeral, time to take SJ to Birmingham to link up with Zia for their DC trip.

7. Launched Etsy shop, listed many items, all the while sewing existing orders.

8. Heading to the lake again tomorrow to rendezvous with Zia to get SJ and enjoy the lake for the 4th of July weekend.

>yawn<>

Add to all that another Strep week for SJ, and a yuk cold that made its rounds one-by-one through the herd.

Gotta love those brats!

From the back of the van yesterday as I was driving a hard-to-come-by-in-these-parts fellow Army brat (6) and F (5) home from camp:

F-bomb: Where were you born?

B(other kid): In Georgia - but not THIS Georgia, the other Georgia! Oh, and when I was little, we moved, and had to live in a cottage, 'cause all the other houses had people in them already.

pregnant pause...

F-bomb: Was it the one the seven dwarves lived in?