Squealer

My boy is a squealer. I know that could mean a couple of things, and actually both would apply to Robert. Probably since he's been able to recognize things he's squealed with delight when he sees something he likes. These days the things that are most likely to get him all excited are balloons, trucks, and dogs.

The Boy has also started to develop a habit of tattling on me, his own dad. He's not really squealing on something bad that I did, but he does it when he gets in trouble with me for something he did. A typical scenario would run something like this: I find Robert playing with the phone that he knows he shouldn't be playing with, and I tell him "no" and take it away from him. Then he gets all upset and goes running off in tears to find Lacey. When he finds her he says, "Momma, papa (incoherent baby talk) buttons!" Depending on what the situation was will determine what the final word of his sentence is, but other than that he pretty much says the same thing every time.

I think it's kind of funny for a few reasons. The first of which is that Lacey doesn't ever show him any sympathy, and more often than not she scolds him too. Robert also never squeals on his mother. I wonder if it's because he figures she's the ultimate authority figure and there's no one higher up to tattle on, or if it's for some other reason. At any rate we both think it's pretty funny.

Notice the lip and the "real" tears. It's quite a production

Life's Too Short

This week hasn't been the best of weeks for my attitude. I know, I know (sigh) I'm the only one who can change it. The week hasn't been awful and I've taken each day in stride. I've stayed pleasant and in good spirits and even kept a genuine smile on my face and a chuckle in my conversation. But do you ever feel like you're on the verge.....? That's why I'm blogging about it because I'm reminding myself Life's Too Short!

Life's Too Short to:
complain all the time. I'm not saying you can't vent every now and then, but life's filled with too many blessings to focus on the negative. When I feel like venting ALL THE TIME I know it's time to remember Life's Too Short to complain all the time.

have every minute of my day packed with something to do. I'm not saying you shouldn't stay busy--idleness is no treat either (see my next point)--but I hate when I, yes I, pack my own schedule so full I don't even have time to think straight. When I leave the house at 8:00 a.m. and don't come home until 9:30 p.m. I know it's time to remember Life's Too Short to have every minute of my day packed with something to do.

have nothing to do. I enjoy a nice afternoon of leisure, let's face it. We all need down time, but when the down time never stops remember the dishes and laundry and stories and blocks and vacuuming and dirty toilets and grocery shopping and exercising and playing with cars and preparing dinner, etc. never stop either. It's time to remember Life's Too Short to have nothing to do.

hold a grudge. Yeah, I get angry, I struggle to let go of a grudge. Who doesn't? I tell ya who doesn't....Jesus. When I want to have my feelings hurt, yeah you read it right, (I'm the one who decides to let my feelings get hurt or to turn the other cheek) and I invite myself to a pity-party I know it's time to remember Life's Too Short to hold a grudge.

Afterall, the Primary songs are "I'm trying to be like Jesus, I'm following in His ways...." "Jesus said love everyone, treat them kindly too" (even if you don't think they deserve your kindness).

So go out and have a great day! Smile!
Anyone have anything to add to my Life's Too Short list?

Spring Break

Big Boy Undies! During Spring Break I decided I'd introduce Robert to the potty. He loves cars so we bought a potty with Lightning McQueen on the back rest. He loves to look at it and talk about it. He shakes his fist like he's signing "potty" (the sign is the letter "t"--hand in a fist, your thumb inbetween your index finger and middle finger then shake it side to side for those who want to know) and most of the time he tells me "poopy mommy. a potty" but he only went in the potty a couple times. Pretty good for 1 week I think. We're still working on it. More blogging on that to come.

We also got new carpet over Spring Break, hence the plywood floors in the picutres. Robert held on to the pliers to "help" me pull out the staples left behind from the old carpet. He is a great helper.

We Don't Drink

"If You See a Kitten" is a FABULOUS book...great picutres, simple text, holds attention.

LOVE IT!

Imagine you had a balloon so big it came up to your waist. That's right, a balloon that's half your size. Pretty awesome, right? Robert thinks so. He'll hold on to the rubberband and fling it around then finally let go and watch it float to the ceiling. "'loon, a 'loon" he says pointing one stubby finger. But as he's looking straight up he starts to get disoriented and starts weaving around the room like he's drunk, but I'm pretty sure he's not though cause....we don't drink alcohol.

Easter

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As you can see, we died Easter eggs this weekend. Once Robert figured out that the egg changed color, he put it in one color and then the next and then the next and then next and then would say, "All done Mama. Mo' eggs" And he'd do it all over again. Even two at a time, although Uncle Jason wanted to give him a whole dozen at once. "Mama" wasn't up for that clean up. And yes, the bath water had a bluish greenish tint to it.

New Format

So I'm trying a few things out.....changing our format a little.....bare with me......

Birthdays

How can you not just love that face? Robert loves his "setti"

I love my birthdays! And here comes the big 3-0. People ask me is I'm sad, depressed, ready for a breakdown, etc. Although I've changed my party plans several times and that may translate to some has a midlife crisis, I am excited to be 30. My Mom always says, "you either die young or get old" I prefer the later.