Hump Day

I was hoping for a nice kids in bed early night.  We had mac-n-cheese for dinner, everyone had a bath, teeth brushed, and into bed.  SCORE.  I settled down in the living room, looking at memes with our dear friends Jenifer and Christian when we heard a noise...

"EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!!  EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

We sat puzzled for a moment, wondering where the noise was coming from.
It continued.  We ventured out the front door.
We looked around, perplexed.

"EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!  HAVE YOU SEEN MY DAD!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

Gannon.  Screaming out his window.  To no one.

"HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!  DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?  HUMP DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mystery Solved.

One nation under God

You know those moments you have with you kids where you just feel so incredibly blessed that you are the one God trusted with that tiny person?  The conversations where you share and explain something deep and important to them are amazing to me.  I cherish those opportunities.  

One of those came about yesterday.  Siri was getting ready for her day, and put her right hand over her heart.  She slowly and carefully recited the Pledge of Allegiance.  I watched her with a lump in my throat.  What a beautiful site.

"Sweetheart, that was amazing!  I'm so glad you learned that!"  I starting things off on a positive not.  "Thanks mommy", no biggie to her.  "Honey, do you know what that means? I mean, when you say it, do you know what you're saying?"

Her hand went to her hip, her head tilted and her eyes rolled.  "It means..." in a very matter of fact tone, "that God is invisible.   Duh, Mom."

My bad.

The saga of the shopping carts

Today, I am writing about a friend and her kids.  Aimee is a friend from school pre-reqs.  I was nursing, she was dental hygiene.  We hit it off.  We laughed, we shared, we studied (some), She felt Gannon move before Gordon did.  She has an amazing (and SUPER fast) husband and two beautiful kids, Luke and Caroline.  They are super smart just like their mommy and daddy, and this post is about their shopping cart saga over the past few days.  Keep in mind, I don't know the stories behind these pictures, but you will laugh till you cry.  You MUST read the captions.  Hilarious!  Aimee, I miss you and I wish we lived closer so our kids could play.  They would cause some MASSIVE trouble together.

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Speak English!

Tonight is our friend and amazing hair artist DeAnnas

sons 15th birthday.  

QUINCE!!!!!!!!  

We were explaining it to Gannon in the car, and what a special birthday this was going to be for David.

"When I turn 15, can I have a quince?" he inquired.  "No, sweetie, its a Hispanic tradition, and we aren't Hispanic," Gordon and I explained.  "What is Hispanic?" he continued with his inquisition.  "Kind of like Spanish, but Mexican."  I felt totally ill prepared for this conversation.  Ask me about sex, drugs, and rock and roll, but please don't ask me to explain a cultural origin.

"Oh, well if it is Spanish, then I'm ok.  I can totally speak Spanish."

"You CAN?"  We knew he was big into Diego when he was two, but didn't think he'd retained any of the language.  He proved us wrong:

"Yes!  Listen Mom.  'Hola,' 'Si,' 'Bonjour'...."