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.

Quote of the month...

"because I'm almost 5, mom."

Variation: "I am grown up, I'm about to be 5, mom. Five is grown up."


His birthday is in June.

Krispie Kreme Donuts

P: Mom, we should go to Krispie Kreme. (The same statement I get every morning we pass it.)

Me: You should tell grandma to take you to Krispie Kreme.

P: No mom, we should go as a family. We should all go and get donuts. Because you have to go, and you have to wait outside for a long time, and then, when they turn on the light it tells you 'Come and get them, they're hot donuts' and you go in and you get a donut.

Me: P, you should really ask grandma. I don't even really like Krispie Kreme donuts.

P: (in the exact tone I use) Mom, you should really try things, you never know what you're missing.

Me: Oh, well, if I try Krispie Kreme are you going to start trying the things I ask you to try?

P: Mom, Krispie Kreme is sooooo good. And it's just krispies and kreme. Because, you see, they take the kreme, and they melt it and then they pour it over the krispie. See? It's so good, and they cook the donuts and they pour the melted kreme over the donuts and then, after a while it gets all krispie and then you have Krispie Kreme! And it's really good, and you should try just a tiny bite because you will like it because it's just krispie and kreme.

Cheaterleaders

It's been a long time since I posted, so I'm going to try and update with the stories I keep telling myself over and over so I'll remember to post them.

Preston and Albert were talking over dinner last night. Since Preston is "about to be 5" he thinks he's grown, and has decided he wants to play football. Albert and him were going to practice outside, and they were talking about...well, I wasn't really listening when Preston looked at me across the room and said, "And mom, YOU can be the cheaterleader!"

The Mud Run...

We did the Mud Run this weekend. If you don't know, it's exactly what it sounds like. It's a 5k run/Marine obstacle course - and it's awesome.

They have a kids race. I didn't sign P up - anyone who knows him, knows he hates to get dirty. He won't even finger paint. Wouldn't you know - he wanted to do it. Baaaaaad. Unfortunately, we couldn't register him AT the event, so he'll have to wait until next time.

Me: Babe, they won't let us sign you up today - so we're going to have to wait until next time to do it. I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd wanna get dirty and muddy.

P: But I do. (sad face)

Me: I know, and I'm sorry. Maybe me and daddy can set up some obstacles for you, and you can be practicing - does that sound good?

P: Yeah. (pause) You mean with mud, right?

Me: Uh, yeah. We'll see what we can do about that...

What's your favorite?

(holding up a red and a blue crayon)

P: Mom, which one is your favorite and do you want to use? (pause) But not this one, because I'm going to use it.

Applebee's

(pulling into the Applebee's parking lot)

Mom, do they have apples at Applebee's?

(They do. He asked.)