Are you kidding me?!

“Mommy, what is the President of the United States doing?” Rowan asked, as I was getting dressed.

“What?” I questioned, turning around to see Tony “I killed Patrick Swayze” Goldwyn on the screen.  Are you kidding me?  Rowan had seen enough scenes of Scandal that she recognizes Tony as the POTUS.  I was speechless and thankful I didn't watch any scandalous tv shows or I'd be in real trouble.

A Hard sleeper

I woke up when I felt something pressing against my stomach.  What was it?  I opened my eyes, looked down, and saw my dark haired beauty using my stomach as a pillow.  How did she get in here?  How did I not hear her come in?

This wouldn’t be the first early morning or the last where I would look over in the morning and see my baby.  Or feel a foot, arm in my stomach or feel a heavy weight on my back.

I guess I really am a hard sleeper.  I only wake for crying babies and continuous coughing.

The fun with spelling sentences

"Maybe.  M-A-Y-B-E," I said, going over Jory's spelling words for the week.

"Maybe.  M-A-Y-B-E," he repeated.

"Use maybe in a sentence."

"Here's my number, call me maybe," he answered.

Is my son quoting Carly Rae Jepsen at me?  Yep, he was.  And was that really a sentence or a song lyric?  I was so surprised and tickled, I let the sentence stand.  He did use the word correctly, so thanks Carly Rae.

Growing girls

“Rowan, don’t forget to pick up your shirts off the floor,” I reminded my big girl.

“Mommy, I have an idea.  I'll bring my shirts in here and you fold them and I'll put them up,” she suggested, matter of factly.

“Uh no,” I responded back succinctly.

Oh the inner workings of a six-year-old.

Jory and the new baby

My friend Emily called me to tell me she and her hubby were having a girl.  I asked what they were going to name her and she said, they really liked the name Chloe, but they had no idea for a middle name.  So I shared with her Jory’s favorite girl names, the ones he wanted to name Auntie Heather’s baby.  And on March 3, when Baby Girl Wineman made her entrance into the world, she became Chloe Ava.  Ava and Rachel were Jory’s two favorite girl names. 

Jory namer of babies.  And he doesn’t come up with crazy names, my future daughter is one lucky chick.

Welcome to the world, Chloe Ava!  May God bless you and keep you!

Cray Cray?

I was talking to someone and I looked out towards the playground to see where TTT where.  I saw Jory playing with Jonathan.  I saw Rowan with her beloved Sarah.  And then I thought I saw Layla.  But that couldn’t be my baby.  Because the little girl I saw on the playground seemed to be shoeless and sockless.  So I knew that couldn’t be my daughter.

“Layla,” I yelled.

This little girl came running to me with no shoes or socks on.

“Little girl, if you don’t go put your socks and shoes on…,” I commanded, the threat left hanging in the air.

What was wrong with her?  Has she gone cray cray?  It wasn’t even hot and she was running around bare foot.

Headphones and Jory

I walked into Jory’s room and found him sitting at his desk with headphones plugged into his stereo.  I was taken aback.  Seriously?  He’s old enough for that.  I unplugged the headphones and discovered he was listening to Power 106.  Uh, yeah, we can’t be listening to hip hop.  This stereo was meant to listen to kid cds, not this type of music.

My son is old enough to use headphones.  He knows how to use them.  To listen to music on his own.  How did this happen?