I'm convinced that my children are showing early signs of the mental condition known as hoarding. They can think of a reason to keep everything that comes their way.
Case in point-- they are both tenaciously hanging on to a small plastic cup that they got yesterday at the grocery store. It was from a sample table, and each cup had one flavored marshmallow in it.
Yesterday afternoon, the cup became Cowey's birthday party hat.
Cowey has lots of birthdays. He might be older than I am.
Today it's Doggie's cup that he drinks out of.
In actuality, it was, is, and always will be-- trash. I will sneak it away to the trashcan and then 2 weeks later I will be asked to help locate Ellie's lost feeding trough.
Sometimes my children surprise me.
Derek asked me today:
Mom, what is leprosy?
Is it a disease that's very rare?
Um. Yes, Derek. How did you know that?
Dan and Louie* always says that.
Do you know what rare means?
Other questions he could also answer "nope" to:
Do you know how to take your own shirt off without falling down?
Can you go to the bathroom without telling me first?
Do you ever really know what's going on? I'm not going to lie, you always look like you're in your own little world.
I love him.
*Dan & Louie tell kids Bible stories on CD. We love them. The kids are learning a lot and they laugh like crazy. Louie is quite the comedian. He is also a dummy. (Literally.)
Today upon dragging myself from the blissfulness of my Saturday morning bed, I threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed a cup of coffee, and took my pajama-clad children to the doughnut store.
I did not pass go, I did not collect $200, in retrospect I did not even brush my teeth.
I've very grateful that I did not run into anyone I know.
Watching the doughnuts being made...
Hooray for sprinkles
Alex took this picture right before we left.
Do you appreciate the irony of me being glad that I didn't run into anyone looking like this and then turning around and putting a picture of my frumpy-ness on the internet?
Visiting the doughnut store was probably not in line with my desire to look like a supermodel before my husband gets home.
Then again, my genetic makeup in general is not consistent with looking like a supermodel, so maybe I should become a realist.
But you see, he's been working out a lot for the last 6 months, and I've been...not.
Do you know what I think would be awesome?
If chubby were in style.
I could do chubby. Easy. Piece of cake.
A big, big piece of cake.
Alex's two front teeth are loose. I can't wait. There is nothing as funny as a kid with two front teeth missing.
Also, last night I was "mean" and Alex half-jokingly made a list of people she would prefer to have as her mother.
I was number 5 on this list.
What can I say? I have really nice friends.
I'd pick them over me, too.
Also, they cook!
Maybe they will adopt me...