Preston was playing with my phone about a week ago, when he notified me that I needed to "get a phone that you can do this" - and demonstrated rubbing his thumb up the side of my Blackberry screen. "You can even TOUCH THE SCREEN, Mom!"
He's going to die when his aunt get's her new iPhone.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Not much funny...
So, I haven't posted in a while. There isn't much "funny" going around our house right now. I'm sure there actually IS, but Preston and I are, and have been, at a difficult cross-road and I haven't been paying as much attention to the funnies. I realize that means there is probably an even BETTER reason to post. I, however, have told Albert a number of times that I resign from parenting - so maybe it's HIS job to post. For now.
Preston turned 5 on Sunday. I can't believe it. I'll post the few recent funnies today...if you're not me, he's still the most adorable sweetheart ever.
Preston turned 5 on Sunday. I can't believe it. I'll post the few recent funnies today...if you're not me, he's still the most adorable sweetheart ever.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Cool Guy Club
So Albert and I have this thing (inside joke, I guess) with my brother-in-law and his wife about calling each other the cool guy whenever someone screw something up. For example: "Man, you guys are late!" will be responded to as "thanks to the COOL GUY" and point to...Ruben, usually. It's possible you won't get how incredibly funny all of this actually is, but I know at least 3 other people out there that will think it's the funniest thing on the planet...so I deemed it blog-worthy.
Anyway, it's an ongoing joke; except, I don't think I realized how OFTEN we said it, until after this conversation Wednesday afternoon.
P and his best friend are in the back seat discussing a Capt. America comic book I got at the Air Force base, when I hear Preston say that they gave it to him. So, I turned around to interceed in the conversation:
Me: They gave it to WHO?
P: Me...the cool guy.
Anyway, it's an ongoing joke; except, I don't think I realized how OFTEN we said it, until after this conversation Wednesday afternoon.
P and his best friend are in the back seat discussing a Capt. America comic book I got at the Air Force base, when I hear Preston say that they gave it to him. So, I turned around to interceed in the conversation:
Me: They gave it to WHO?
P: Me...the cool guy.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I've been awful...
Which is very sad, because P has been HILARIOUS. He thinks he's so grown up. I'm going to try harder to update...promise
In the meantime, here is a picture from his hour at school with me this afternoon. It's the second time in 2 weeks he's been able to come and hang out before Albert picks him up. We went to the "big room" (Palo Duro Lounge) and he looks at me and says, "wanna continue talking about halloween?" I was confused, because we hadn't mentioned halloween the entire time, so I asked him what he meant. Eye roll, "Mom, we talked about it in this room last time. Wanna talk about it some more? Go ahead. You start."
Uh, okay.
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