My four year old informed me that rock stars don't need sippy cups. And that she was a rock star.
She then took the proffered sippy cup and contemplatively told me, "I guess at least one rock star drinks a sippy!" and went happily on her way. Gotta love my rock star!
Remember when I said my sister thinks I'm her personal DI? Well, she also thinks I am a good place to leave her cats for three months.....that has now become almost two years.
And then she decided she couldn't take them back ever......and we decided to keep the one of them that terrorized my children less.
And now she wants them back. And I am sad. Because I love Luke. I am sure you can see why. (For you my dear Fiona!)
My husband and I are going to try to finish our Christmas shopping today. I stole this from my friend Fa'a's status on Facebook today and am using it without permission:
"Dear Santa Clause whoever and wherever you are. I would really like to meet you face to face and crack you for taking all the credits and making me broke. I am telling my kids who you really are- Wal-Mart, Costco, Target, and the Swap Meet....punk"
At 5:30 the other morning as I shoveled half a foot of snow off the driveway I heard the back door open and the following conversation transpired with my 6 year old:
"Hey, Mommy?"
"Yes, honey?"
"I just thought I'd let you know that it had snowed."
Sometimes during the night my husband gropes me and then has no memory of doing so in the morning. When he wakes me up when doing this, it ticks me off. When I have just come to bed it makes me laugh.
Today I am thankful that my husband still finds me so gropeable.