Oh, the injustice. . .

Due to some back talk this morning, my boy lost the privilege of all electronic devices this afternoon.

Upon arriving home after school, he lamented, "I have nothing to do. I can't even look at the clock!"

*Edited a few minutes later* This boy is taking all electric devices to the extreme for sure. He is hiding under a blanket in the recliner. When I asked him why, he morosely explained that the blanket is the best way to keep out the heat.

Should I tell him that the heat is gas?

Eye am so confused. . .

"Mommy! My eye hurts!" my 4 1/2 year old son cries.

"What happened?", I said, bending down to inspect.

"I don't know", he replied.

"Ow, ow!", he continued. "That's why I have to take my shirt off!"

I am seriously being left behind in the world of preschool logic.

Moments later, he emerged from the bathroom, saying "All done!". Then he proceeded to put his shirt back on.

I don't even pretend to understand his miraculous eye cure.

Mother Dearest :)

For many years, I have joked about turning into my mother.

As early as college, I recall telling friends, "Why is it that when I open my mouth, my mother's voice comes out?"

I have said to my husband many times, "I hope you like my mother, because I am turning into her!" (Thankfully, he does love my mother).

As the years have passed, I find myself doing things like she does, thinking like her, looking like her, and sounding like her.

Today, it was all confirmed to me by my 4 year old. I said something to one of his siblings and he called from a room or two over, "Mom? Is Grandma here? I thought I heard her voice!"

It was just me. Just me, slowly turning into my mom. Which is all right with me, because she's a pretty great gal!!

Life with big brothers

This morning, my sweet baby was finishing her bath. All the water had run out and I was about to wrap her up in her fluffy hooded towel, when she stopped me in my tracks.

"Butt!" she said joyously, while pointing at her little bottom. "Butt!"

She was so proud of herself, I had to smile.

But really, it just didn't sound right coming out of her precious little mouth. I suppose this is the first of many things her big brothers will teach her. I think it is going to take everything I have to keep her my sweet little girl!

Taking Responsibility, Part II

Tonight at dinner, my four year old accidentally knocked over his cup of milk. As I was scrambling to clean up the mess, which was all over the chairs, table, carpet and hardwood, I mentioned that he was forgetting to say something.

"I'm sorry, " he said.

Then he continued, quite seriously.

"But I didn't do it. My arm did!"

Seriously?

While strolling the mall the other day with sweet baby K, I walked by this mannequin. So in shock was I that I had to take a picture. Am I seriously that old and out of touch to think that this is in no way an attractive outfit? Since when is it okay to wear a floral skirt with a striped top (that peeks out from under the skirt, no less!!)? Do knee socks really go with stiletto heels?

I realize I am not 16 anymore (nor am I Forever 21), but really. Who wears this stuff? Maybe on a runway in Paris, but in Midwest America?

Though I may lose my chance at being a fashion icon, I think I'll steer clear of this look.

Taking responsibility. . .

Today my four year old had a little problem getting to the bathroom in time. He made a bit of a mess on the bathroom carpet and down the side of the toilet.

"What happened?" I asked in the most restrained voice I could muster, seeing all the poopy mess.

"I didn't make it on time!" he replied.

"You never have an accident", I said.

"I didn't have an accident", he replied, "my butt did!"