You owe me a coke*

Aidan learned the fun of jinx. Yep. Welcome to the world of jinx. Who in the world taught him this? If it was me, then why oh why did I teach him this? Ugh. He doesn't quite get it but he is trying. His attempts at the jinx are as follows...

He listens to what you're saying and when he thinks you are almost done he says the last word you say but, only a split second later. Then, he yells out "JINX!". Nice try, Aid.

Or, he asks you a question to which he thinks he knows the answer so when you actually do answer he says the same word with you. But once again, its a split second later or it is a completely different word. So, still no jinx. Nonetheless, he still yells out "JINX!". The best part of this is that when he asks you his question and your answer is not what he is expecting he then will instruct you exactly how to answer the next question. I know, right. Wears me out too.

For the record Aid has actually got a few in the last six months. It is usually on Adam. Adam owes him like six slurpees. *Aidan isn't allowed to drink soda so we don't play for cokes. We play for slurpees. It was summer time when he first discovered the jinx, plus slurpees are all American delicious treats. However it is way too cold to enjoy a slurpee now so he will have to be paid in full in the lovely and warm month of June.

Two for Tuesday

Aidan stories

It was the two minutes that I lay with Aidan after prayers and before he falls asleep. You know the two minutes that turns into fifteen.

It went a little something like this...

Me: Ok, Aidan it's time. Two minutes.
Aid: Ok, starting when I say...'Go' or 'Goat' or 'Go-Go' or 'Goo-Goo' or 'Chicka Chicka What What'.(said in his best white boy gangsta rap voice accompanied by hand movements)

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Standing outside Aidan's classroom to pick him up after school I look at each kid as they exit the doorway looking to see his sweet face. When I see him he has on a different jacket than the one I sent him in this morning. The jacket he is wearing is his. It is the one he lost back in October. When I question where he found the lost one and where the one is that he was wearing this morning he seems confused. His answer..."Well at least we have the same amount of jackets."

Um, that is so not the point, kiddo.

Blessed Sunday

I am super blessed that I have so much family time and friend time that I don't have much time to blog at all. Do I miss blogging? A little. Do I love spending time with those that I love? Heck YES!

Happy New Years

Love from our family and a

hope that 2010 brings the best.

Countdown

The countdown has begun. Ten days. Ten days until the birthday celebration of my sweet little princess. I was politely reminded that if I (a 30 something woman) have a countdown for my birthday there should also be a countdown for my daughter. How correct that is. Soooo...

10 days!!!!

10 days until this house is covered in blush and bashful and princesses will be twirling around wherever you look.

Little Ears

Little ears hear things differently. Lots of things. Like you when you say no and they hear yes. Or when you say quiet down and they hear scream a little louder. You know the normal.

But, yesterday the little ears of my sweet Aidan heard something that almost caused a breakdown for him. My mom and I were talking on the phone and she was giving me some bad news. Their dog, my dad's dog had passed away during the night and they were both pretty upset. Happy was a good dog, a good camping, hunting and all other activity partner for my dad. He had lived a long happy dog life.

After I hung up with my mom, Aidan came in my bedroom to see what we were talking about (he is nosy like his Aunt Jen). He could tell something was up. I told him that Grandma had bad news that Happy had died during the night. Well, Aidan's face immediately turned white and his eyes filled with tears. He stuttered a little when he responded..."My, my Pappy?" Ohmygosh! I shouted "NO!" to try to fix the heartache I had just caused my son. He heard Pappy (what they call my dad) when I said Happy and he was just about to lose his mind. Aidan is Pappy's biggest fan. He was sad and worried about my dad but was relieved when he understood it was the dog and not our Pappy. It was a lesson to me to be more careful when delivering bad news.



Rest in Peace Happy Boy.

Two for Tuesday

Girls Weekend 2009


Just remembering a fabulous time with my best girlfriends.