Mumford and Sons

A few days ago while in the car I started singing along with Mumford and Sons on the radio.  My daughter piped up saying that she didn't think Mumford and Sons had a girl singer.  I don't know which thing I was most proud of:

a)  That my 7 year old could could instantly recognized the Mumford and Sons music,

b)  That she knew Mumford and Sons did not have a girl singer, or

c)  That my voice was so *awesome* that my daughter couldn't distinguish it from the radio.

You know.....again

You know it's good when even after you yelled at them to hurry up all morning, they tell you how much they love and miss you when you drop them off at school.

You know...

You know it's bad when the hair sticks through the tights you wore to disguise said hair.

Morning Conversation

Daughter: Hey Dad are you getting up?

Husband: In a minute sweetie...

(a few moments later)

Daughter: Ugghh. Grown up minutes take forever!

Confession #7 (aka glad to be a mom)

Today I sneezed and it made me pee myself just a little.

Rock Star (revisited)

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!

Luke

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!)