Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Three things...

1. Why is it that inevitably everytime you leave the drive-thru at McDonalds and start eating your french fries, one always falls down the side of the seat, unreachable...where it then smells the whole car up for the next two weeks and all your friends without kids ask why your car smells so bad when they ride with you somewhere?

2. I love when my daughter decides she needs a WHOLE roll of toilet paper to wipe! I love it even more when she flushes and then I have to run in and get out the plunger.  Yuck.

3. Tonight as she was falling asleep, she kept asking if I could stay in her room forever while she slept. I told her I had to go out in the living room and do homework after she fell asleep to which she said- "I'm going to miss you when you're out there."

Friday, November 20, 2009

So wonderful

I just love watching my daughter. Does that seem weird? I don't know. Sometimes it just hits me that this is my child and she's so wonderful...not to brag or anything. :)

Thursday, November 19, 2009

And speaking of first in line...

I just thought of another time when our children get to be first in line...

When we haven't eaten all morning and we're so crabby we can barely speak without yelling, and our stomachs are growling and we feel like we're going to pass out if we don't eat-- yet there sit our children waiting for us to make them a snack or lunch-even though we've probably just made them a snack about 20 mins. ago (that sits uneaten on the table because they didn't like that snack and they want a different one). So we stand there salivating while spreading peanut butter on their bread wondering when it will ever be our turn...

Why does this just seem so unfair? :)

Monday, November 9, 2009

Thank Goodness for...

rear speakers in cars.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

First in Line

I love how when you (the parent) are dying to go to the bathroom, if your child has to go, they automatically move to first in line. Then you get to stand there and listen to them going, which makes it a million times worse.