Watching a clip of President-Elect Barack Obama on the television screen:
Me: "Jude, do you know who that man on the TV is?"
Jude: "Kobe?"
Me: "No."
Jude: "Bynum?"
Me: "No."
Jude: "Then I don't know."
Nevermind my hair, I need to find a nice, pretty outfit:
Every milestone is bittersweet. My last baby is growing up way too quickly:
Poor girl thinks she loves Hotwheels cars:
So my mom sent me an outfit for Audrey to wear for Christmas. But since Audrey has all of ten strands of hair, the hat just looks like a fancy shower cap:
Not only that, but my mom forgot that I am not the typical mother who dresses her kids in nice clothes for a holiday pic. I was hoping to put Audrey in this:
I decided to compromise:
These days Jude has been rather loquacious during his mealtime prayers. Tonight among other things, I heard him passionate pray, "God, please let us not do sin stuff."
Eli: "Mommy, can I have some M. O. M.s? (This is what he calls M&Ms and I choose not to correct him)
I give him one M&M.
Eli: (disappointed) "No, Mommy. I want five..."
I tickle him to show him I'm joking.
Eli: "You're silly dude, Mommy."
I give him five more.
Eli: (Looking at his five M&Ms) "Actually, I want twenty hundred thirty."
