Wife of a wonderful husband and mother to three beautiful children, I love my life. I am so fortunate to be able to stay home and take care of our children, which is all I've ever wanted to do with my life. In the words of Frank Sinatra I'm "walking on the sunny side of the street!" :)
Blogging provides a creative outlet for me to channel all of my many hidden talents (laden with sarcasm) into one place. No actually, I just love to share stories about my kids and show off how cute they are. Also, blogging serves as my journal of sorts. So feel priviledged that you are allowed into the inner-most chambers of my mind... or run like the dickens... whichever the case may be.
Out of the Mouths of Babes...
06/2009: Steven's coughing and looking for his cup but can't find it. He sees my glass of water sitting next to me and says: "Hey, sometimes you let me drink your water, sometimes." Gee, do you want some of my water or what?
Steven: "Mom, I'm a new superhero called Naked Boy!" Me: "Oh really. And what are your super powers, naked boy?" Steven: "I throw naked-heads at people and they blow up!"
Steven: "I'm Iron Man today, Mommy. Watch out 'cause I shoot hot iron out of my fingers!"
We were getting ready to watch a family movie... Steven: "I'll be in charge of candy, Mommy is in charge of popcorn, Margaret is in charge of the movie..." Daddy: "What am I in charge of?" Steven: "You be in charge of sitting."
Steven: "You can do it! You can do it, mom!" Me: "I can do what?" Steven: "You can drive as fast as Lightning McQueen!" So I might have been driving a little fast... but not THAT fast!
I was outside mulching the garden beds when Steven came out to join me... Steven: "Mom, can I come smell the dirt?" Me: "Uh, sure you can." Steven: (sniff, sniff) "This dirt smells like pizza!"
I just put Steven's bowl of spaghetti and meatballs in front of him... Steven: "Ummm.... Mommy?" Me: "Yes, sweetie?" Steven: "My meatballs look like poo-poo." Nice...
Margaret just threw all of her food onto the floor... again. Steven: "Mommy, when you were little you were supposed to throw your food on the floor, too."
One night John told Steven the story of his birth. The next morning... Steven: "Mommy, I used to be in your tummy like this (lays on the floor and curls into a ball) and then I would kick you like this (gets up and does a lively jig.)"
Me: "This is the letter A and it says "a", as in apple." Steven: "Can you please stop talking, mom."
Me: "Steven, I want you to clean up your toys before lunch." Steven: "What did your voice just say, Mommy?"
Me: "I love you, Steven." Steven: "I love your clean car, Mommy."
Out of the Mouths of Babes II...
After eating lunch at Taco Bueno Margaret and I had this conversation in the car:
Me: (sneezing and sniffling)
Margaret: What's wrong mom?
Me: I don't know. My nose started bothering me while we were at Taco Bueno and now I can't stop sneezing.
Margaret: Yuck! You mean you have Taco Bueno in your nose!