One of Us

If you have not cried over spilled milk, then you have never been a nursing mother.

Avery told me, "I think Sadie's going to have a really cute voice."

I think so, too. She started babbling for the first time the other day, and she hasn't stopped since she discovered she could do it.

Carter sat on the couch next to Sadie and me. He pointed at Sadie and said, "It's weird to think that she's one of us." I asked, "What do you mean?" He responded, "Well, she's so... small..." I asked, "Is it weird to you that she's in our family or that she's a little person?" "BOTH!"

I am not making dinner. I looked at recipe books for an hour. Nothing sounds good. Except chocolate. And cinnamon rolls. And my husband's parents are here, so I think chocolate and cinnamon rolls are out of the question.

Carter's on a roll lately. I thought that since he was nine, he wouldn't say funny things anymore. I am glad to be proven wrong. He makes me laugh all the time still.

He's not the only one.

Preston told me that I am not an old lady or a young lady. "You're a medium lady. And you're medium because you're not fat or skinny. You're just medium all the way."

Thanks.

Avery was on my bed playing a game today. I heard her screaming, so I ran to her to see what was wrong. She had somehow smashed her toe in the top drawer of Bill's nightstand. I don't know how she did it, and I couldn't really comfort her very well because it was so funny to me. Bill's nightstand is about a foot away from the bed.

Two good things about summer: Leverage and Warehouse 13.

What do you like about summer? (Besides the fighting kids....)

Conversations of the Day

A couple of things from our day today:

Preston: Carter and Boone are being so gross! I don't even want to be anywhere close to them.
Me: What are they doing?
Preston: They're being a weird band with gross songs. Carter is burping all the songs, and Boone is making tooting sounds. It's disgusting!

Do you really expect nine-year-old boys to be any different?

And a little later while driving home:

Bill: Look at that really cool sunset, boys.
Carter: I see it. It does look cool. It looks like a sedimentary rock.

That's just what I was thinking...

And because I can't stop laughing about this story....

http://www.ksl.com/?sid=21340615&nid=711&title=goat-man-spotted-in-mountains-of-northern-utah-&s_cid=featured-3

You'll Feel Better About Yourself...

If you want to feel like a better parent, you can read about these conversations that took place at my house recently.

Me: I am so sick of nobody listening to me when I tell you to get ready for bed! It makes bedtime my least favorite part of the day because it takes an hour for everybody to bush their teeth and get their pajamas on! Please just obey the first time!
Carter: Well, bedtime is my favorite part of the day, and it makes me sad that you keep yelling at us and ruining my favorite time.

Obviously, I need to do way better about not yelling at the kids at bedtime.

My house is mostly organized and almost clean (except for my bedroom and the office and the bathrooms). Carter commented, "It feels really weird when the house is this clean."

Obviously, I need to do way better about cleaning my house.

I was telling my kids about how someone helped me move Preston's bed when I couldn't even get it to budge an inch. Carter said, "Could you even get it to move a centimeter?" I replied, "No." Avery said, "Well, Mom, you would be a lot stronger if you would exercise more."

Obviously, I need to do way better about exercising.

We cleaned out the pantry yesterday. About one-third of the food was expired. There was some food that had expired as early as 2003. Carter asked, "How many things are in this huge pile of food?" It was the food that we were throwing away. There were over 120 items that we wasted, costing at least $300! And that doesn't even count the food that we had already put into the trash!

Obviously, I need to do way better at rotating my food.

Those are probably enough examples for you to feel better about yourselves.