I'm famous

Ok, I saw this over on Geekbert's site and had to give it a try. I'm quite certain this is the first time I've ever been told I look like a rock star!



I confess, I ran this several times with different photos before settling on this one. I just couldn't come to grips with the ones that said I looked like Fred Savage or Ayn Rand! Or Ella Fitzgerald (see #5, previous post). Go try it out for yourself and leave a comment telling me who you look like.

Year in Pictures

I have a digital camera, which means I have several thousand pictures on my computer. When I had only one child, I was pretty good at having them printed out regularly for J's scrap book. Now that I have two children, I'm a little less on top of this. This week I finally went through the last year's worth of photos and ordered prints. (I highly recommend Winkflash, by the way. Only $.12 per picture and $.99 shipping no matter how many you order. Which works well for those of us who order a whole lot at once. But I digress.) As I was reviewing the year in pictures, a few thoughts struck me:

1. I apparently take a lot of pictures of the kids in the tub. I think I had one bath picture in my baby book. These guys could have one a month!
   

2. My mom makes really incredible birthday cakes! Thanks, Mom!
  

3. J spends an awful lot of time in his PJ's. I'd say we shouldn't bother spending money to buy him clothes, but since most of what he wears is handed down, I guess there's not much room for savings there.
   

4. A good part of the time, the PJ's don't even match. Who dresses this kid?! (And what exactly is he doing to the cat?)
  

5. Oh my word! Am I ever WHITE! And I'm not referring to my race, I mean my actual skin color! Yikes! I really need to revisit finding a sunless tanner that works for me!
 

6. And the last thought that strikes me is I am really blessed. But then that thought strikes me every day.
  
  

More smiles, courtesy of my boy

Conversation this morning with Jeffrey:

J: Mommy, I love you!
Me: Aw, thank you, honey. I love you too!
J: If I say that a lot will you give me a treat?
Me: No, honey, I don't want you to say I love you to get a treat. I want you to say I love you because it's true.
Pause. . .
J: Mommy, I love you because it's true. Now can I have a treat?


Conversation this afternoon with J (in the library, shortly after we had discussed using our quiet voices in the library):

J comes running around the corner shouting, "Mommy, Mommy, look at this book!"
A moment of silence, as the displeasure on my face registered with him.
J (sheepishly): Whoops. I whispered too loud.

One more

Moments after I published that last post J started hollering from his bedroom. I went in and asked him what was the matter. "Mommy, my p.... hurts when I poke it with my finger."

Surely there's an obvious solution to that problem.

Young Wisdom

J's always good for a few laughs. Maybe it's just me, but I find that lots of the things he says make me chuckle. Here are few recent examples:

Loud thud heard from the next room. . .
"I'm ok! I'm not bleeding!"

J: "I don't want any bug spray."
Me: "But there are lots of mosquitoes out there. They'll bite you and make you itch."
J: "That's ok. I can just scratch later."

Last night as I was singing him a song (apparently a long one) before bed:
J: "Excuse me, Mommy."
Me: "Yes?"
J: "Uhm, where's the end of this song?"

During our recent trip to Chicago:
"Mommy! I saw the Serious Tower!"

During a visit to the park he noticed some port-a-johns.
J: "I want to go in there!"
Daddy: "No, those are dirty."
J: "But how will I ever learn to use the potty if I don't get to practice!?"

After something poked him in the groin:
"Ooh! I hurt my leg pit!"
(If you have an arm pit, why not a leg pit?)