Things I miss about being a kid...

I miss waking up on Saturday morning to the sound of my dad mowing the lawn.
I miss being able to walk to the corner store without worrying about "bad guys".
I miss sleepovers with my girl friends that involved late night movies and popcorn, but didn't involve much sleeping.
I miss "Thrifty" ice cream, especially "chocolate malted crunch".
I miss waking up after the sleepovers, and not being tired.
I miss giggling at boys, just because they're boys.
I miss watching the old Disney Cartoons on Saturday morning.
I miss being Innocent in knowledge.

The Infectious Disease Ward...

...also know as my house. Yes, that's right, the kids are sick again.
If I look on the bright side, however, even though I didn't sleep last night due to sobbing infants, at least Ellie and Maggie took turns crying instead of screaming in unison.

Happy thought indeed.

Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick...

While watching a movie about Joseph (of the Bible), Eddie saw all the men walking with staffs and said...

"They're so old, they even have to use sticks, huh?"

Death, the Final Frontier...

So Joe and I were talking last night, and being on the silly side, I told him he couldn't die on me because I didn't want to have to sell and move out of our new house. To which he replied...

Joe: "You can use my life insurance to pay off the house."
Rebecca: "But what about burial costs?"
Joe: "Do whatever is cheapest."
Rebecca: "I think that would be cremation. Are you ok with cremation?"
Joe: "I can live with that."
Rebecca: "You can live with that?" giggle, giggle, giggle
Joe: "Oh, I guess not." (Laughing)

Roses, and Noses...

...And (just in case you wanted to know), yes, my whole house smells like Bath and Bodyworks Peony lotion...

The Water Heater...

So yesterday morning I had a cold shower at 5am. Not fun I can assure you. I figured that my water heater was broken, and that it was just one of those things that happens when you own your own home (well, I think the bank owns the home, but they don't care about the water heater).
In any case, I was wrong. The water heater works just fine. And how did I find out that it works just fine? Well...

I had to give Jon a 20 minute shower last night. Why, you ask? Well, because the Poison Control Man said to. Why did I call Poison Control? Because Jon had covered himself in body lotion. He had rubbed it on every inch of skin, put it in his ears, up his nose, in his mouth, and had started to scream when he rubbed it in his eyes. Yeah. Fun times, huh? So I put him in the kitchen sink and rinsed, called Poison Control, and took him up to shower. Oh, yeah, did I mention that he had a dirty diaper? You can imagine my surprise when I started to strip him in the bathroom (which has carpet) and found an unexpected gift. This resulted in getting a "dirty" bathroom floor (don't ask).
But all in all, not a bad evening if you look at the positive...

I had a hot shower this morning at 5am.

Reality, when you're almost 6...

Conversation I just had with Katie...

Katie: "Jon just turned 2 a while ago."
Mommy: "That's right, his birthday was last week."
Katie: "But Jon doesn't look two."
Mommy: "He doesn't?"
Katie: "No, He looks bigger than 2 like maybe 3."
Mommy: "Do you think so?"
Katie: "Yes. I know that when he is grown up he is going to be small like this." She squats down, and puts her hand on her head to show me how small.
Mommy: "You think he's going to be that small huh?"
Katie: "Yes." she said this very directly. "I know, because Hannah is bigger." Hannah is her cousin.
Mommy: "Do you know how old Hannah is? Hannah's 5."
Katie: "Yes. But she was bigger when she was 2, I know, I remember."
Mommy: "Ok." Just can't argue with that.