If you Give a Blog a Cookie

every time tyson doesn't have preschool and we drop the older three off, he immediately asks to go somewhere.  the range isn't too broad, rachael's, gramma PJ's, gramma lando's or amy's.  most of the time i tell him no.  sometimes he'll tell me, "but i have no one to play with."  i told him that i would play with him, his reply, "no...i wanna play with a REAL kid."

on wednesday we're driving home from dropping the kids off, and our conversation was a little different than usual.  it went a little something like this;

t-    mom, can we go to rachael's?
m-  no, not today
t-    why not?
m-  cause i wanna go home
t-    but, (long pause) rachael's reeeeaaaally my mom
m-  whaaat?
t-    yeah, cause we're the same age
m-  oh really???  rachael's 30, you know.
t-    rachael's 30?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!  *gaaaaassssp* (you know when you suck in a bunch of air as noisy as you can? yeah, it went a little something like that.)
end of conversation.

speaking of tae kwon do...easton broke a board last night!  it was pretty awesome to see the look on his face right after he did it.  a combination of shock, like he couldn't believe he just did that, and a generous dose of confidence.  it was literally like i watched a boost of confidence materialize before my eyes.  pretty awesome moment.  i sense this will be a good sport for him to be involved with.  to watch him do his punches and kicks while shouting is hysterical...he gets so into it.  i will be sure to bring my camera and post some pics soon. 

you know when kids get lyrics wrong???  example; michael jackson's 'smooth criminal' and 'billie jean' can be heard being sung by graycie as 'eddie are you okay, are you okay eddie?' and 'cheetah cheetah, is not my lover' nothing funnier, right? well, except maybe when your husband sings the lyrics wrong.  the song 'naive' by the kooks goes, "i know, she knows that i'm not fond of askin'" but steve sang it the other day like this; "i know, she knows that i'm not from navaskin"  i looked at him and just started laughing.  classic.  he tells me now, that i know, he's not from navaskin all the time. 


here are some photos i adore...............



the kids' great GREAT aunt jay.  she would always stroke their cheeks and say an italian nursery rhyme called mishula (sp?).  i loved this lady and think of her often.