Imagination

Tonight as I was getting the kids ready for bed, LB looked at me and said.. "Mommy your ears are dirty. There's spiders in there."
"T. how did the spiders get in my ears?"
"They biting you mommy."
Huh.. I guess I better improve my hygiene!

Another penis story

I wrote awhile back about my sons predilection towards singing about his manhood. Well, he's discovered something new. Yesterday afternoon he says "Mommy, look! I made my penis pointy." Sure enough, it was. What do you say to that? Well, being the Mother of the Year that I am at times, I simply said "It is pointy."
He then started to run after his sister, which I then had to say: "T. we don't put our pointy penis on anyone and you should only make it pointy while you are by yourself."
I thought we had taken care of that. Nope. At dinner Little Bear informs me: "Mommy, I touch my penis!"
Yep, he sure was. What do you say to that? "We don't touch our penis during dinner."
Who would have thought that this would have become a topic of conversation at dinner?

Petrified

My poor sweet boy had been sick last week. 104 fevers in the morning and such. We took him to the lab for a strep test, negative. He woke up again with a 104 fever on Saturday morning and Mike took him in to after hours care. They sent him to the lab again for blood work. My poor poor baby is now deathly afraid of going back to the doctors. We get in the car and he cries: "Thems peoples cut me mommy. THems peoples are mean. Thems peoples hurt me." It breaks my heart. I keep correcting him and reassuring him, that the LAB, not the DOCTOR, wasn't mean on purpose, they needed to find out what was making him sick. It's Thursday, and he still cries when we get in the car, for fear we are on our way back to the doctor. I hate to break it him, but we will be going back to the doctor on the 15th for his 3 year old check up. Ice cream works as a bribe every time!

Three! Already????

Happy Birthday to my boy (technically it's Tuesday, but hey a party is a party!) We kept it small this year, just family. We even got to video chat with Grandma, so she could see LB open up his presents from her. This year I was requested to make a a Pablo cake by my son. Pablo is one of the characters from Backyardigans (his favorite show of late). Uncle Matt and Poppa introduced my boy to Monster Trucks and remote control dump trucks. Let's just say, that my son is having a ball with them!



Aren't those boys adoreable in their masks?







My daughter's new favorite place for her paci. She loves to throw it in whatever I'm drinking (appropriate or not, swirl the paci in it and then plop it back in her mouth with a huge grin.



How pitiful is my daughter???



What a wonderful time we all had together.

My birthday present

I am having a hard time believing that in a months time I turn 35. I don't feel 35. Hell I don't feel 30! Most days I forget how old I am until I actually have to tell someone or think about it, and then it takes a few moments for me to remember. I guess that's the first sign of my old age, memory! Well, in honor of my 35th birthday, I am having my very first mammogram tomorrow morning. Go me! And as I am having my first mammogram, I just want to remind all of my friends and family to either schedule theirs or remember to do your monthly exams! My mom says that this is my present to myself. I agree.