Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be locking the windows and taking my jewelry to the safety deposit box at the bank, but this needed to be said:
1. I took my son shopping for shoes yesterday because his old Merrells were pretty much shot. So we bought him a new pair. AND THEY'RE THE SAME SIZE AS THE OLD ONES.
I know. When does that ever happen? It's like I'm leaving the dentist office and the receptionist is saying "see you in five years."
2. I am totally caught up with the laundry. Every sheet, every pajama, every towel, every sock, every single pair of jeans. The laundry room is empty.
I think I'll make my entire family travel to England with their pajamas on just to keep things that way.
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Showing posts with label That's my boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label That's my boy. Show all posts
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
When I was a geek, I spake as a geek, I understood as a geek, I thought as a geek: but when I became a mother, I let my son do it instead.
My son just walked into the living room with the number candles for his sister's birthday cake.
"It's January," he said, holding up a
1,
"and it's the 21st," he added, holding up a
2 and a 1,
"and she's turning
12,"
he concluded, reversing the numbers.
Call me a sideshow geek, but it gives me the warm fuzzies to see him noticing number patterns like that.
"It's January," he said, holding up a
1,
"and it's the 21st," he added, holding up a
2 and a 1,
"and she's turning
12,"
he concluded, reversing the numbers.
Call me a sideshow geek, but it gives me the warm fuzzies to see him noticing number patterns like that.
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