You can watch it all unfold in realtime here or even here.
Between all the pictures I was taking and the adoring siblings/fans waving goodbye, I think Josh went to school feeling sufficiently like a celebrity. First Grade, look out!
Woke up from a nightmare with heart racing and sweaty palms. I literally dreamed I spent too much money on groceries. Clearly I need more excitement in my life.
(After dinner tonight)
Bethany: I ready for a sister, Mommy.
Me: Oh Honey, that would be so nice wouldn’t it? You need to pray about that?
Bethany: Why?
Me: Because I can’t just make you one.
Bethany: But we have cupcakes right there!
Me:. . . Wait, what?. . . Did you say you were ready for a dessert.
Bethany: Yes, Mommy.
#fostermomhearingproblems
Neighbor Girl: I want to play with your Beyblade.
Josh: You can if you let me ride your scooter.
NG: No WAY! This scooter was like 50 dollars! How much was that toy?
Josh: My mom bought it and it was a lot of money.
NG: How much?
Josh: Like, two thousand dollars.
NG: No it wasn’t!
Josh: Well. . . I’M NOT VERY GOOD AT DOLLARS YET!
At least he’s honest.
Bethany: Mommy! I hurted myself. It going to make a. . . scrad. A srabs? A crabs? What is it, Mommy?
Me: A scab?
Bethany: I don’t like scabs.
My children color a picture then throw it directly into the trash. They get me.
#proudmom #notsentimental #nohoarders
Yes, I’m thankful for my son’s teachers and administrators, but now that I’ve done a deep cleaning of the bathroom after he left for school, I think I’m thankful for the school janitors most of all.
Bethany: I want a real car.
Me: We have a real car. The van is real.
Bethany: Mom. It doesn’t have eyes. It not real.
I think we have different definitions of “real”.
I’m not sure how many times over the last 6 years I’ve sung U2’s “Stuck in a Moment” while helping a child get dressed for bed, but sung “You’ve got to get yourself together, you got stuck in a t-shirt and you can’t get out of it.”
Few things as affirming as using the bathroom and having The Baby say, “proud a you”. It’s the simple things.
Danny: Mommy, you was a little girl you wanna marry MacGyver? You not marry MacGyver. MacGyver just a movie. You cry about that, Mom? You cry a little? Maybe?
(Overheard from the other room)
Josh: Look out, Bethany! The government!
#futureRepublicans