Sunday, December 30, 2012
not sixteen anymore....
"Hey honey, do you mind adjusting my foot? I slammed it down on the floor hard to emphasize a point with the boys and now it hurts... real bad..."
{Insert my laughter here}
"You can laugh all you want, but it isn't going to stop the fact that my foot hurts."
You know that you are not sixteen anymore when rolling off the couch, wrestling, and slamming your foot down on the floor hurts your body badly.
And honestly, I am quite happy that my body will fall apart with Nate by my side. Nine awesome years began today... nine awesome years ago.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
cj says
"Mom, say bye."
"Bye CJ, where are you going?"
"I am going to Santa's house."
"Santa's house?"
"Yeah! Caleb go with me."
"Can I come too?"
"Nope. You staying here."
* * * * *
"Caleb, I think you are almost old enough to give up naps," Mom says.
"Me too?" CJ asks hopefully.
"No, not until you are four or five," Mom says.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Yeah! I am five. No more naps!" CJ cheers.
"Sorry dude... it doesn't work like that," Mom says.
"Yes. Yes it does mom."
* * * * *
"CJ, can you say rice?" Said by the awesome Aunt Sadie.
"Rice..... can you say dopamine?" CJ replies.
"Dopamine," Sadie replies with a chuckle.
* * * * *
Marching up the stairs with a serious look plastered across CJ's face, he approaches Great-Grandma.
"Great-Grandma, I want a candy cane," he says firmly.
"I don't have any candy canes," Great-Grandma replies... slightly shocked at his aggressiveness.
"Yes... you dooooes," CJ replies.
"No, I don't." Great-Grandma smiles.
"Yes... you doooes. I saw it." CJ asserts.
"I don't have any candy canes CJ," Great-Grandma replies.
"Yes... you dooes. I show you." CJ says as he leaves the room in a flurry.
"Bye CJ, where are you going?"
"I am going to Santa's house."
"Santa's house?"
"Yeah! Caleb go with me."
"Can I come too?"
"Nope. You staying here."
* * * * *
"Caleb, I think you are almost old enough to give up naps," Mom says.
"Me too?" CJ asks hopefully.
"No, not until you are four or five," Mom says.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Yeah! I am five. No more naps!" CJ cheers.
"Sorry dude... it doesn't work like that," Mom says.
"Yes. Yes it does mom."
* * * * *
"CJ, can you say rice?" Said by the awesome Aunt Sadie.
"Rice..... can you say dopamine?" CJ replies.
"Dopamine," Sadie replies with a chuckle.
* * * * *
Marching up the stairs with a serious look plastered across CJ's face, he approaches Great-Grandma.
"Great-Grandma, I want a candy cane," he says firmly.
"I don't have any candy canes," Great-Grandma replies... slightly shocked at his aggressiveness.
"Yes... you dooooes," CJ replies.
"No, I don't." Great-Grandma smiles.
"Yes... you doooes. I saw it." CJ asserts.
"I don't have any candy canes CJ," Great-Grandma replies.
"Yes... you dooes. I show you." CJ says as he leaves the room in a flurry.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
you know you are a cool dad when...
your six-year-old (Conner) lovingly proclaims:
"I am so proud of dad. He is learning cool things. Like how to shoot a gun, cut up rat brains, and control mice."
"I am proud of my dad"
"He is super cool."
"I want to play with rat brains and guns when I am big and a dad."
"I am so proud of dad. He is learning cool things. Like how to shoot a gun, cut up rat brains, and control mice."
"I am proud of my dad"
"He is super cool."
"I want to play with rat brains and guns when I am big and a dad."
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