Growing Up...

He wants to talk on the phone, and he has inherited the gift of gab. He takes the phone and walks around in circles while he tells the other half of the conversation anything that comes into his ever-moving brain. And when he’s done talking, he says, “Okay. I love you. Bye.” And hands over the phone to the nearest adult.

Yesterday, I called home and he told me that you’re not supposed to cross the big black lines on the picture when you’re coloring. He told me that if you did cross the black lines, then it was just “scribble scrabble.” I literally had tears in my eyes, thinking about how big my little boy is getting. Tomorrow I’m going to wake up and he’ll be graduating from kindergarten, and then going to high school, and then moving out. I can’t believe it!

Little Bit is getting bigger, too. She apparently won’t let anyone else have any food that she can’t have. And she’ll get it from them, too! Yesterday at daycare she ate a blueberry muffin when everyone else ate breakfast, and then the two jars of baby food she always eats. Then for lunch, she ate spaghetti like everyone else, along with the regular two jars of baby food afterward. After she finally took a little bit of a nap, she ate some crackers and cheese while waiting on me to get there. The silly part is that she still hasn’t gained much weight. I have no idea where she puts it all after it goes into her mouth. The lady at daycare says she knows… she changes the diapers.

Great Communication

I'm going bald. My hair is coming out by the fistfuls. When I wash my hair and run my fingers through my hair to get all the soap out, I have to wash my hands of all the hair that came out with it. It's really gross. I'm really wondering what the deal is. I am still nursing my little girl, but I nursed Micheal until he was 10 months old, and Rebecca is only 9 months. I don't remember this last go around. Luckily, it's just an all over general thinning instead of one specific spot. Stupidly, I mentioned my fear to my husband. His response was that he would still love me... even when I'm old, fat and bald. How sweet. Wait a minute! Did I say anything about my age or weight? No, I just told him about my hair!?! What is he implying? Argh.

This conversation was followed up a few days later when we were shopping for some new pants for him. I happened to see a cute shirt on sale, so I tried it on. Here is the conversation:

Me: What do you think?
Him: (eyes locked on my chest) I like that shirt.
Me: Hey, does the design around the bottom make my butt look big?
Him: Not any more than usual.
Me: Gee, thanks dear.
Him: Well, that's why we're working out now, so that it will get smaller again.

A week later, he swore that he didn't remember that conversation, and agreed with me that it wasn't the most loving comment he could have made. That didn't stop him from giving me a hard time about anything else, though.

That's the key to a great marriage, right? Great communication!

Daddy, Daddy

While attending grandma’s church this weekend, little Micheal was behaving very well. When the offering plate was passed around, Micheal wanted to put his bulletin in, since everyone else was putting something in there. When Daddy told him that it was money that people were putting in and not paper, this was the conversation:

M: Daddy, do you have any money?
D: No, not today, baby.
M: Well, then you can’t come to church.

Good to know that’s what my son thinks about church already, after only 1 visit. Great.

And little miss sunshine is getting into everything she can get her hands on, and she loves Daddy’s newspapers. And in true Daddy-daughter style, Daddy lets her have them.

Long Time... No Words!

So, I noticed that the last time I posted it was January. Now it's April. Crap.

I don't know where those months have gone, other than so much faster than I ever thought possible. Rebecca is growing fast, learning to do things very quickly! She's still very little for her age, though, I guess, but we just call her petite. She is perfect no matter what.

Micheal has started baseball, and we practice two nights a week and have games very early on Saturday mornings. If you ask him how his game went, his answer starts with "I didn't whine or cry..." It's a start.

Jonathan has gotten a promotion at work and will start a shift with more regular hours and days at the end of the month.

We lost our beloved Papaw at the beginning of this month. Jonathan's grandfather was a very special man that touched the hearts of many people. He was a true hero, and we will miss him very much.

I know that there's so much more that has gone on that I have wanted to post about, but I'm running out of time again, so I'll try to think of something else again tomorrow.

More Fun

It’s fun to sing along to the radio,
But it’s more fun to listen to your 3-year old sing the songs on the radio

It’s fun to have favorite songs come on the radio,
But it’s more fun to see your son’s face light up when a song he knows comes on.

It’s fun to watch a movie,
But it’s more fun to watch your son watching his favorite movie (and singing along, too)

It’s fun to plan a day to do nothing,
But it’s more fun to spend that day doing nothing with a babbling three month old little girl.

It’s fun to blow bubbles from a bottle,
But it’s more fun to watch the baby learning to blow bubbles in her drool. (cute, not gross)

It’s fun to have hot chocolate on a cold night,
But it’s more fun to share that hot chocolate with the little boy that is watching Polar Express and singing about hot chocolate.

It’s fun to buy things for your baby girl,
But it’s more fun to buy other things for your friend’s brand new baby girl!

See, I told you this was the most fun I’ve ever had!