In honor of the recent President's Day holiday, Middle Man had a little pearl of knowledge that he wanted to share with everyone. As we were stuck in the car for a bit (he seems to always come up with these things in the car -- I wonder why?), he decided he needed to educate us all on one of our most famous presidents, "Hammerham Lincoln". He told us all about how poor old Hammerham was shot in a movie "fever" (th's are still so tough for my little bug! Just get him to tell you what planet we live on some time -- "Erf" is apparently a great place to live! he he).
Ahh, I still wee myself just a bit whenever I think of that one. I SO don't want this kid to grow up -- I'd be perfectly happy if he was this cute little Kindergartner forever :)
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Middle Man's cute-ism for today
I have the feeling that Middle Man is going to provide a TON of material for this blog. I have to share one of his latest, before my sleep-deprived brain (thanks, baby Pooper!) forgets it (though honestly, this one is so good that I had better NOT forget it).
Yesterday, we were in the car driving to faith formation, when Middle Man said, "Hey mommy, remember yesterday when we were dancing together?" (I had turned on some recently downloaded music on I-Tunes and was dancing Pooper around in the Bjorn, and iddle Man walked by and joined in :). I said, "Of course! What about it?" To which he said, "When we did that, you really filled up my bucket. Miss J says that when someone does something that makes you really happy, they fill up your bucket. And mommy, dancing with you really filled up my bucket." Oh. My. Gosh. Seriously -- that boy is going to make a GREAT husband some day. Puffy hearts all over the place.
Yesterday, we were in the car driving to faith formation, when Middle Man said, "Hey mommy, remember yesterday when we were dancing together?" (I had turned on some recently downloaded music on I-Tunes and was dancing Pooper around in the Bjorn, and iddle Man walked by and joined in :). I said, "Of course! What about it?" To which he said, "When we did that, you really filled up my bucket. Miss J says that when someone does something that makes you really happy, they fill up your bucket. And mommy, dancing with you really filled up my bucket." Oh. My. Gosh. Seriously -- that boy is going to make a GREAT husband some day. Puffy hearts all over the place.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
And so it begins . . .
At the urging of a dear friend (love ya, Angie!), I begin my blogging journey today with a few distinct goals. The first, and perhaps primary, goal is to document the absolutely hilarious things that my children say and do on a daily basis. If it weren't for some of the nutty things done around here by the short people, I'm sure *I'd* be even nuttier myself. I also tend to think that this blog will be a service to those poor, unsuspecting souls who have the burden/pleasure of being my "friend" on Facebook. I tend to over share there, and I'm sure that there are those who would revel in the fact that I can get some of these musings out here rather than making them all endure them there. And beyond that it will give me an opportunity to get back in touch with my creative self who absolutely loves to write, and gets few chances to do so in a very interesting (translation: NON work) manner.
I am excited to begin this documentation/venting/creative writing process (and whatever else this turns out to be, in the end!). And so it begins!
I am excited to begin this documentation/venting/creative writing process (and whatever else this turns out to be, in the end!). And so it begins!
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