"I like your T, Daddy!"

Isaac and Daddy were playing on the floor earlier today. Nate's shirt came up a little in the back, revealing his tattoo, which is a cross. (Yes, I'm sure some of you are shocked that Nate has a tattoo. . . that's another story, though!)

Isaac, who has had to have seen this a million times, said, "I like your T, Daddy!" He was so excited about his compliment.

And then he lifted his shirt up in the back and asked, "Mommy, do you like my T?"

Mommy's response . . . "NO!"

Move the gate. . .

We had some friends over for lunch today. They have a 3 year old, Caleb, and a 10 month old, Abigail. Caleb and Isaac were playing "cars" behind the couch, and I had set up the gate so that the babies, who were all playing on the floor, would not disturb them.

After a few good minutes of playing, Isaac stood up and said, "Mommy, I need you to move the gate for me. I need something."

I said, "Okay, what do you need?"

Isaac responded, "I need. . . I need. . . I need to hug that baby." He was pointing at little Abigail.

We all got a good laugh out of that, and Abigail did get that hug. . . and then some!

Sharing

I was sitting on the couch earlier this evening. My glass of watered-down Cherry Coke was on the end table next to me. Isaac ALWAYS asks for a drink of my pop. He will beg and plead, telling me, "But I really like that kind." Every once in awhile I give in, but not too often. All that kid needs is a few mouthfuls of sugar. . .

Anyway, tonight, he asked for "some of that," pointing to my pop. I told him no - it was "yucky." (It really was no good - all of the ice had melted and it would have been no good.) A minute later, he brings me his water cup and gives it to me, telling me, "You can have some of mine." It was so sweet. And he insisted until I took a sip of his water.

Still didn't give in on the Cherry Coke, though. . . much to his dismay!

Honey

I call Isaac "Honey" at times. I do. Never though I would, but I do.

Tonight I had the kids outside, but it was close to "clean-up time." I needed to give baths and get the babies to bed. Nate was at church playing basketball, so I was on my own in getting it all accomplished. So I said to Isaac, "Honey, it's about time to clean up. We have to go inside."

Isaac was in the garage, and I heard, "Honey, I don't want to go inside yet!"

Still cracking up. . .

Watch what you wish for - - - you just might get it!

I try to take the kids out for a walk about every day. I put the babies in the double stroller, and Isaac usually rides his bike. The bad thing is, Isaac rides SO SLOWLY. It takes us FOREVER to get around the neighborhood. Sometimes I will just make him walk, too, so we can move a little faster. But, I really want him to learn to be comfortable on his bike. Well, on our walk yesterday, I thought I'd motivate Isaac a little bit. We would have a race. He was "Lightning McQueen" and I was "Chick," who is McQueen's big rival. . . (I'm referencing the Disney/Pixar movie CARS in case you don't know who I'm talking about).

Well, now Isaac rides so fast that I can barely keep up with him and have to tell him to slow down! And he flies by me saying, "Ha ha ha. . . you'll never beat me now!"

I think I may have crashed and burned here. . . or maybe I just need to be in better shape so I can keep up with him!

Just in case you ever wondered. . .

Isaac usually goes potty downstairs in our powder room. We keep a MagnaDoodle and some books in there for his entertainment. Isaac calls the MagnaDoodle his "drawing thing."

According to Isaac:

1. The "drawing thing" is for peeing.
2. The books are for pooping.

Like I said, just in case you ever wondered. . .

It's okay for Mommies to lie. . . sometimes. . .

Here are some appropriate times for Mommies to "lie" to their children:

1. Tooth Fairy

2. Easter Bunny

3. Santa Claus

4. When you're out on a walk in your nice, quiet, suburban neighborhood and you spot a dead cat next to a mailbox. . . it's okay to tell your very inquisitive 3 year old, "SHH! The kitty is sleeping!"