Top Ten -- January 2011 (part II)

For those of you waiting in suspense, I will keep it from you no longer:

5—I have discovered the bane of my existence. Now, this is a pretty serious commitment for me, designating something as the bane of my existence. But after careful consideration and very serious thought I’ve decided what it is: boys’ socks. Specifically that my boys cannot seem to keep their socks on for more than an hour at a time. So they shed them whenever and wherever around the house. And when it is time to go somewhere, they never have any socks left in their drawers. Because they are scattered around the house you see. So I get to say things like, “Well have you checked on the kitchen counter? What about behind the speakers in the family room? Bathroom floor? Dirty laundry basket? Under the kitchen table?!?!?” Bane, I’m telling you.

4-Aunt Camille: Adam, what are you going to name the baby?
Adam: Jesus.
C (somewhat startled): Ummm, Jesus?
A: Yes. Like the baby Jesus.
C: Adam, I don’t think your mom is going to name the baby Jesus.
A: Okay. . . . we’ll name him Gerald.

3—Kye (after seeing a piñata at the grocery store): I think we should get that for the new kid’s birthday.
(Adam’s calls him Gerald, the rest of us call him the baby with no name, Kye calls him “the new kid.” Fair enough, I guess.)

2- I think it’s fun to guess what my children will be when they grow up based on their current interests. Right now, it looks like Adam will be joining the navy because that kid has started CUSSING LIKE A SAILOR! He’s really into rhyming. Unfortunately, his favorite word to rhyme with is duck. Don’t ask me why—I really couldn’t tell you. Lucy sits there appalled as she listens to him drop the F-bomb every other word. Of course he has no idea what he’s saying and I’m not about to tell him for fear he’ll start using it intentionally. Still, it’s rather startling to hear from a 3 year old. I’m just waiting for him to get kicked out of his Sunbeam class for persistent profanity.

1—Enduring the ups and downs of being a prego mom.
Lucy: But I can’t tell the difference between dad’s jeans and mom’s jeans. (Really!?!? Even with maternity jeans we are no where NEAR the same size.)

And . . .

Me: I think I’ll make waffles for dinner.
Isaac: Your tummy is getting big!
(I'm not sure what that had to do with waffles for dinner, but whatev.)

And . . .

Me (to Zach’s coworker, Julie): Hey, how are you doing these days?
Julie: Hi! You look cute as he**!

(I knew I adored that woman. And yes, the asterisks are necessary. We try to keep the family blog G-rated.)