Growing Up

There's no doubt my lovelies are growing up.

The evidence isn't just in the physical sense but also in the conversations we have.

The conversations are still hilarious at times, but we're entering a new kind of hilarious.  My crude sense of humor and I look forward to our future with these two. 

 

 

J:  Mom, what's the deal with twins?  How does that work?

 

Me:  (Too long of a biological explanation to type verbatim, but it led to this...)  There's even a mom who had eight babies at one time.  They call her the Octomom. 

 

E:  Eight!  That's a lot in one batch.

 

J:  What did she say?!?

 

E:  Batch.  She said, "That's a lot in one batch."

 

J:  Oh, I thought she said the "b" word.

 

Me:  No, batch.

 

E:  What's the "b" word?

My First Ever TBT

Sooooo, summer's officially over as far as we're concerned.  J and E started school on Tuesday.  Yep, E is in the big K now, so this is a new stage of life for our family of  four (+  a beta and one praying mantis that Steve found today).  After we all work through the five stages of grief over the loss of our fabulous summer, I'm sure we'll be just fine.  I'm still stuck on denial; however, finally putting our suitcases away from last month's trip to Aruba (ARUBA!!!) might be a step in the right direction.  Oh, Aruba, how I miss you so!

Since I've taken quite the blogging hiatus, I'm not even sure where to start.  A lot happens in three+ months.  Since it's Thursday and E was practicing The Pledge tonight, how about a little throwback? 

Be still, my heart.  Be still.

My Little Helper

About every three minutes during any ride in the car, E and I have a conversation similar to this...

E:  What's the speed limit?

Me:  45 miles per hour

E:  How fast are you going?

Me:  48 miles per hour

E:  Mom, you are supposed to go the speed limit or a little bit under.  That's the law.


Does anyone else ever feel like they have junior law enforcement officers hanging out in the backseat?

If You Say So

Me:  E, I cannot believe you are going to be in kindergarten.

E:  Mom, it has to happen sometime.

The Teacher Probably Thinks We Have a Problem

J:  Mom, I kind of got in trouble today for something I said.  I didn't have to go to the safe seat though.

 

Me:  What did you say?

 

J:  Well, Mrs. A asked, "What can you do with money?", and I raised my hand and said, "You can bet with it."

 

I couldn't even contain my amusement.  And J's black and white mind couldn't understand why this wasn't a desirable answer in the 2nd grade.

 

On the same day, I found this in J's backpack.  He told me he just was passing time.  Obviously, he still has plenty of independent free time during his school day. 

 

 

 

 

Wait a second!  Casino manager? 

 

Two gambling references in one school day.

 

Add this to the NCAA basketball brackets J was obsessing over during class time, and I'm willing to guess his teacher probably thinks we have a problem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring is in the air

and E is spoiled!

The Only Easter Photos I Took

 

 

There is something so special about having cousins the same age!