Same Crazy.....Different Location

So, apparently I used to blog a little. And once in India, too. A good friend, whose writing and sense of humor are fabulous, inspired me to get back to my blog. Seeing as I deal mostly in the fecal matter of little people, I am not sure how many followers I'll have, but it will be a good mental exercise for me at least.

I finally got Preston, aka 'Gigantore', who is 8 months old, to eat 'table food'. He demolished an entire dill pickle spear, minus the skin. I can't get him to eat anything else solid. I can only hope a diet high in sodium will suit him well for the time being. He is also petrified of the vacuum cleaner. So, that makes things interesting.

Seeing as I only have the use of two arms in brief stints for typing.....thanks to Gigantore (Preston).....I thought I would share some recent conversations I have had with Kayla and Lydia that I found amusing, before they escape my memory.

Background Information: Alan always teases Kayla that she should become a pro tennis or golf player one day so she can be wealthy and care for us in our old age.
Kayla: "Mommy, do you think someday I can be a doggy doctor, a golf player and a tennis player all at the same time?"
Mommy: "Honey, honestly, I don't think so. It would be really hard to do all of those things at once."
Kayla: "Maybe I'll just work in a bagel shop."

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(Listening to Casting Crowns in the car)
Kayla from the back seat: "It's good for us to listen to this music because it makes us think about God."
Mommy (thinking what a good mommy I must be): "Yes, honey, you're right."
Lydia (from the back seat of the car): "I eat my boogers."
Mommy (realizing I made a rash judgment on my parenting abilities): "Thank you, Lydia."

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On our way into church:
Kayla: "I don't want to be a doggy doctor when I grow up any more, I want to be a spy."
Lydia: "When I grow up, I want to be a Barbie horse rider."

More crazy to come.............