Things you thought you'd never hear from your child

After a battle of the willpowers over cleaning up the playtime mess, and finally getting lunch on the table....

Me: "Annie, stop playing with your cheese stick and eat your lunch."

Annie grumbles something incoherent

Me: "What?"

Annie: "I said you sound just like Nana!"

Me: "Okay. (sigh) Eat your lunch."

But...what I really wanted to say was "oh yea?!? Well you just try this cr@p with Nana and see how far you get!"

Hrmph. Nana would whip you into shape in a heartbeat, my child.

On a side note, she did eventually eat all of her lunch and requested more cheese... This time American cheese slices. Yuck. Whoever came up with those was just desperate for product with maximum cost savings. Must have been a Great Depression thing or something.

On a second side note, curdled milk in a sippy cup is just gross. I relish the day when I can dispose of all sippy cups.

Hmmmmmm

Convo at dinner tonight at Molina's:

Annie: "Mama, do you have a boyfriend?"

Me: "No" (wondering where she came up with that idea and where this is headed...)

Annie: "Well, I do. Do you know who it is?"

Me: "Is it Hampton?" (the adorable, smart, handsome and well behaved boy in her preschool class)

Annie: "Yep! He's my boyfriend. I'm gonna marry him."

Will: "I have a boyfriend too!"

(slight look of concern on my face)

Annie: "No Will. You have a girlfriend. She's in your class."

Will: "Oh. Okay."

Moving on down the road

The highway of life is full of twists and turns, some of them precarious and along steep cliffs, and sometimes you go down a road you never thought you would and it is scary and daunting.  But if you have faith in God and your good sense, at the end of that road you might find yourself in a better place than from where you came.

We only get one shot at this life, I believe.  I want to live my life with a smile on my face, and I want to pass the memory of that smile down to my children.  I hope that when they are grown and I am gone, that they will remember that their mom was happy every day of her life, loved people and most of all loved them with all of her heart. 

Last night, my three year old baby boy, Will, was squiggley and wiggley at bed time.  I offered to sing him a song to calm him down and get him to close his eyes.  I started into the first verse, and he stopped me after one line and said... "Mama, I know this song.  I want to sing it to you."  And so he did.  In the sweetest most beautiful voice I have ever heard.

Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak but He is strong

Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so