Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
Flickr Account Migration
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Wishing for Summer
I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate the cold.
My son however.... at about 5:30 this morning he was not feeling well, though I think he was fine, so he came in to bed with us. Only in a dire emergency will I let them sleep with us, like the time we didn't have power and we all slept in the same room. So I was all ready to carry him back into his bed and stay with him for a little bit when, after he crawled under the covers he turns and says, "Daddy, I love you". Shoot. Can't kick him out now.
At 6:30 I try and wake him up. It usually takes me carrying him out of bed and plopping him down in our room and turning on Higglytown Heroes. This time, while he looked dead asleep, I leaned over and whispered quietly, "It snowed". BAM!!! Eyes shot wide open...covers flew off...he ran over to the window and exclaimed, "It snowed, it snowed!!!!", as he danced a little jig.
I take him into his room, get out his clothes and tell him to put them on. He then hops in his bed, euphoric expression replaced by dread, and says in his best 'I'll do anything to get out of this' voice, "I'm too sick to put my clothes on. Can you do it for me?"
Talking he must get from Laura....laziness, yours truly.
My son however.... at about 5:30 this morning he was not feeling well, though I think he was fine, so he came in to bed with us. Only in a dire emergency will I let them sleep with us, like the time we didn't have power and we all slept in the same room. So I was all ready to carry him back into his bed and stay with him for a little bit when, after he crawled under the covers he turns and says, "Daddy, I love you". Shoot. Can't kick him out now.
At 6:30 I try and wake him up. It usually takes me carrying him out of bed and plopping him down in our room and turning on Higglytown Heroes. This time, while he looked dead asleep, I leaned over and whispered quietly, "It snowed". BAM!!! Eyes shot wide open...covers flew off...he ran over to the window and exclaimed, "It snowed, it snowed!!!!", as he danced a little jig.
I take him into his room, get out his clothes and tell him to put them on. He then hops in his bed, euphoric expression replaced by dread, and says in his best 'I'll do anything to get out of this' voice, "I'm too sick to put my clothes on. Can you do it for me?"
Talking he must get from Laura....laziness, yours truly.
Monday, January 29, 2007
theBoy and God
son: Is God everywhere?
me: yes
son: Is he in Heaven?
me: yes
son: Is he in us?
me: yes
son: Is he in me?
me: yes
son: Does he catch the food when it goes down?
me: ..........yes
me: yes
son: Is he in Heaven?
me: yes
son: Is he in us?
me: yes
son: Is he in me?
me: yes
son: Does he catch the food when it goes down?
me: ..........yes
Friday, October 20, 2006
Learning to walk
She's learning to walk with her walker. She could do this all day but you have to follow her around and turn her because she only goes in a straight line.
Monday, September 11, 2006
A+ for effort
son: | My tummy's hot. |
me: | Your tummy's hot? |
son: | Yes |
me: | Do you feel ok? |
son: | Yes |
me: | <checks for fever> You don't feel hot. |
son: | Yeah, but my tummy is hot. I think I need some ice cream to make it cooler. |
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