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This Won’t Last Forever
but I love it when my youngest says “my other brothers”. Why? Because when he says it, “other brothers” becomes “udder brudders”.

This Won’t Last Forever
but I love it when my youngest says “my other brothers”. Why? Because when he says it, “other brothers” becomes “udder brudders”.

This Won’t Last Forever
but I love it when my youngest says “my other brothers”. Why? Because when he says it, “other brothers” becomes “udder brudders”.

Ask a Silly Question….
Sometimes I can be quite silly. It’s probably more often than sometimes, actually. I do crazy dances, I ask silly questions. Usually my boys play along with me, unless they are embarrassed (like my second son who always implores me to turn down my music when dropping him off at school) or grumpy/tired (like my youngest was tonight when I snuggled with him in his bed).

Me: I love you. Did you know that?
(He usually thinks that this statement is funny because, duh, of course he knows that I love him. Tonight it wasn’t funny because somebody was too sleepy.)
Him: Yea-uh. Some doggies wike sausages.

And then he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Now that I’m done keeping it real here with the minutia of my life, I’m off to bed to wonder about the OPC (Other People’s Crazy) that I have to deal with and read about vampires.

‘Night, y’all.

Ask a Silly Question….
Sometimes I can be quite silly. It’s probably more often than sometimes, actually. I do crazy dances, I ask silly questions. Usually my boys play along with me, unless they are embarrassed (like my second son who always implores me to turn down my music when dropping him off at school) or grumpy/tired (like my youngest was tonight when I snuggled with him in his bed).

Me: I love you. Did you know that?
(He usually thinks that this statement is funny because, duh, of course he knows that I love him. Tonight it wasn’t funny because somebody was too sleepy.)
Him: Yea-uh. Some doggies wike sausages.

And then he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Now that I’m done keeping it real here with the minutia of my life, I’m off to bed to wonder about the OPC (Other People’s Crazy) that I have to deal with and read about vampires.

‘Night, y’all.

Ask a Silly Question….
Sometimes I can be quite silly. It’s probably more often than sometimes, actually. I do crazy dances, I ask silly questions. Usually my boys play along with me, unless they are embarrassed (like my second son who always implores me to turn down my music when dropping him off at school) or grumpy/tired (like my youngest was tonight when I snuggled with him in his bed).

Me: I love you. Did you know that?
(He usually thinks that this statement is funny because, duh, of course he knows that I love him. Tonight it wasn’t funny because somebody was too sleepy.)
Him: Yea-uh. Some doggies wike sausages.

And then he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Now that I’m done keeping it real here with the minutia of my life, I’m off to bed to wonder about the OPC (Other People’s Crazy) that I have to deal with and read about vampires.

‘Night, y’all.

I Heart Journey Mama
Please go read her post here.

She is such an excellent writer. I love it where she says, “all your efforts all day, all the smiling and kindness wear on you, making grooves that are good but not exciting, brave but not sparkling”.

Those are the right kinds of grooves to have.

I Heart Journey Mama
Please go read her post here.

She is such an excellent writer. I love it where she says, “all your efforts all day, all the smiling and kindness wear on you, making grooves that are good but not exciting, brave but not sparkling”.

Those are the right kinds of grooves to have.

I Heart Journey Mama
Please go read her post here.

She is such an excellent writer. I love it where she says, “all your efforts all day, all the smiling and kindness wear on you, making grooves that are good but not exciting, brave but not sparkling”.

Those are the right kinds of grooves to have.

Tomato, Toe-Ma-Toe
My oldest son is always interested in reading about new dvds that are coming out. He reads about them at several internet sites, but one of his favorites is Amazon, of course.

Except that he doesn’t call it Amazon…he calls it Amazin’

You know, like, “Hey Man, look at that amazin’ lightning storm.”

I guess that it is sort of amazin’.