I'm Not Ready

And so it begins. And I'm not ready. I'm so not ready.


Here's a note I found in Luke's backback today. It's got the word love on it and I have to admit, I'm a little freaked out.

I do think it's cute and probably perfectly normal for a 5 year old girl. But we're just not there. Not anywhere close.

Thankfully, for now, Luke is completely oblivious to stuff like this. These days, the only way a girl could get his attention is if she dressed like batgirl and knew how to fly. Hopefully, we can keep it that way for awhile.

Anyway, anynomous girl, whoever you are, I think you've got good taste. And just so you know, I love him too.

I Got Played

I just got played by my almost 3 yr. old.

I’m minding my own business watching a little TV with Lea when the gentle voice of Max echoes down the hallway, “I need to go poo-poo. Ah yes, the one phrase that’s a free ticket out of the covers and on to the commode. Freedom from the shackles of sleep. (And yes, before I continue, I do realize that every time I blog it’s about #2. What can I say… It’s my muse ☺) Anyway, Max played the “poo-poo card” and bought himself another 30 minutes out of bed when he should have been asleep a long time ago.

After perusing a stack of 8-10 books, I pried him off the potty only to find nothing in the toilet. He even leaned over awaiting toilet paper as if I wouldn’t notice his little scam. Although he said nothing, his eyes said, “Sucker!” as he scurried back to his bed.

Beware of the “poo-poo card”. It’ll get you in the end. Get it. Oh well…

Merk

Boy Talk

At lunch yesterday, Luke asked me if he could be excused. Obviously, I asked why. He said it was because he wanted to look in the mirror. Again, I asked why.

"Because I want to see what color my food makes when it's all mushed up in my mouth."

How could I say no?

Whew!

Finally. Here's my latest quilt. It's a combination of all the quilts I've made so far. I really love it, but it took forever to make, probably because I seldom got more than an hour to work on it at a time.

So it's off to the long-arm quilter to do the actual quilting. I'm a little sad at this part because I'd like to do the whole thing myself. Unfortunately, my machine is only big enough for baby quilts. Anyway, I'll be snuggling under my new quilt in a couple of weeks. I'll also be back to blogging since I won't be so preoccupied. Hopefully.

Manners Need Work

Yesterday Merk and Max were snuggling on the sofa. Max dropped his pillow and said, "Daddy, I dropped my pillow. Get it."

Merk's says, "Max, what do you say?"

Max replies, "Quick, quick, quick!"


Who has been teaching this kid manners? Oh yeah, it's me. It looks like I've got some more work to do. :)