seriously?!

today the boys accompanied me as i shopped for my mom.

other than them racing to push the handicap button that opens the doors; and super t knocking over a display of shoe boxes... oh, and stone forgetting that he had wrapped his knee in a nasty ace bandage which dangled from the bottom of his shorts... things went pretty well.

in the car on the way home, super t pushed the button that lets the seat in front of him fall forward. after doing it several times, i finally told him to stop. of course... before we made it home, he did it again.

as punishment, i told him that he was not allowed to ride in the third row seats again.

not 5 seconds after i get that out of my mouth, stone says... well, super t, you better do it one more time since you won't ever be back there again.

oh my, this is how his brain works... and he's tryin' to convert his brother.

the little princess and i

little princess and i had the opportunity to go to a concert last friday night.

music is something she loves. the first time little princess sang an entire song for the boss and me... i almost cried. her voice is just so sweet.

she wants to sing and play the guitar and play the drums... for a living. so, she was pumped about going to the concert.

it was really fun... long... but really fun, and little princess loved every minute of it.

we ended up getting really good seats. this is some of what we saw.

did we miss the mark???

i knew this day was coming.

this is the conversation i had with little princess on the way home from school today:

little princess... you know billy bob?
me... yeah.

little princess... well, he sent me a note today. then the teacher came into the room, so i threw it away really quick.
me... oh, really? (the thoughts in my head... smart girl... no need to read those silly notes from boys.)

little princess... well, after school, i asked him what the note was about.
me... yeah. (the thoughts in my head... big mistake!... i hope it's not what i think it is.)

little princess... he told me that he wanted me to be his girlfriend.
me (very composed on the outside, i must add)... oh really? what did you say? (the thoughts in my head... yikes!!! it is what i think it is. please tell me you've heard what your daddy and i have been saying...)

little princess... i told him that i just want to be friends and that i don't want a relationship.
me... oh, that's so good. you're very smart to tell him that. (the thoughts in my head... aaahhh, that's my girl. i hope that word gets around. i'm so glad that she's been listening to us. i'm such a proud momma. thank you, Lord! um... she said relationship... that sounds so weird coming from her, i don't like it.)

fast forward to right before supper.

little princess... momma, i don't want to have a boyfriend now.
me... that's good.
little princess... yeah, i don't want a boyfriend until he's old enough to have a car and a job... that way he can take me on dates and pay for everything.

i was speechless.

for the entire afternoon, i was beaming... really. i was thinking she didn't want a boyfriend because she's heard and believes the wise words of her parents. the wisdom about the heartache that comes along with having boyfriend/girlfriend relationships too early... the wisdom about protecting her heart.

all that wisdom... freely given, and she walks away with the desire to wait until the boy is old enough to pay for everything. oh well... at least that gives me 6-8 years to have the other stuff sink in.

super t's new hairdo

super t has beautiful curls... i love 'em.

but... every now and then, the boss gets the urge to cut it all off. not trim it, not tighten it up, but shave all of it off. this typically happens while i am distracted. this particular time, i was heavy into laundry and didn't notice the buzzing sound until it was too late...

super t was super excited to have a mohawk.

and he was super disappointed when he found out that the mohawk wasn't here to stay.

i... love... fridays!

these are three things that i love... along with fridays.

ahh... my swiffer wetjet. i really love this thing. just squirt and mop. it's perfect for those little spills... when they happen... or (in my case) three days later when you find the little spill b/c your foot sticks to the floor. either way... it gets the job done.

oh my... these things are good. and one of the best things about 'em is that i can pronounce all the ingredients... and i actually know what they are. yeah, they're good, really good. very crunchy and really good. i like them with grapes... it's a great combination.

these are great jeans. a little pricey, but very much worth it. i think the designer adds a little extra fabric for the rump... which is perfect for me. this is one of the only brands that fits my waist and my bum. holla to all my ghetto butt girls.

boys are... gross

i've known for several years now that boys are gross. they love to be gross. it's fun for them. my boys (big and small) take great pleasure in making my face turn from a nice rosy hue to green... and if i actually gag, that's just a bonus for them.


today i broke a nail. it was a lovely nail. i was sad.


stone was in the kitchen with me when i noticed my broken nail.


i told him about it. so... he ran (because he runs everywhere he goes) over to see it.


i was sure he just wanted to see what a nail actually looked like because he eats his. he's a nail biter.


anyway. he looked at my nail and asked if he could...


oh my...


he asked if he could... eat it!


what?! gross!


i gave him a disgusted look (which i'm sure he enjoyed), and told him, "no!"


i was by the sink, so i just flicked the nail in there. stone was apparently still following that nail...


and i'm not kidding...


he almost reached in the sink after it. i had to stop him. and i still don't know if he was really gonna eat it or if he was just messing with me.

where have i gone wrong with that boy?!

good-bye ole barn... part 2

i'll miss you, ole barn

burn, baby, burn