Me: "I'm going to prune the crap out of that peach tree today."
Max looks out the window: "There's no crabs in that peach tree, Mommy."
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
This morning
He's crying because I took a picture of Jane first.
The apron I made for Jane. I also made on e for Max, just didn't get a picture.
Oh, you're taking pictures of me? Okay, I'm happy now.
Does that phone taste like ice cream?
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
I thank God for unanswered prayers
Tonight Max prayed that Rob "would never go to work again and stay home and play Mario all day."
Oh boy.
Oh boy.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Max's New Trick
Anytime he has something he shouldn't, or has done something that usually gets him into trouble, he runs up to me and says, "Mommy, I love you."
People, it works. And he knows it.
People, it works. And he knows it.
When men declutter
Rob got Max to help him clean out the car the other day by telling him it was a game called "Trash it, or Keep it." It worked pretty well.
Max came in with a stack of papers and asked me if we should trash them or keep them.
"Trash them," I said.
"No, we should keep them," said Max.
"Okay," I said. It wasn't worth the argument.
Jane was sitting on the couch and she told me, "They're playing a game. It's called 'Keep the Trash.''
Sometimes she hits so squarely on the truth, it's scary.
Max came in with a stack of papers and asked me if we should trash them or keep them.
"Trash them," I said.
"No, we should keep them," said Max.
"Okay," I said. It wasn't worth the argument.
Jane was sitting on the couch and she told me, "They're playing a game. It's called 'Keep the Trash.''
Sometimes she hits so squarely on the truth, it's scary.
Our nightly Routine
I do this.
They do this...until they finally decide theyre tired and get into bed.
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