Funniest thing I've heard all day

JJ got a handful of chocolate chips as a treat. He quickly ate most of them and then made the last two talk to each other. He was doing different voices and the second chocolate chip had an accent (yes, really)

Chocolate chip #1 - How are you doing?

Chocolate chip #2 - Good. But it seems the rest of us have been eaten.

Chocolate chip #1 - Wait. . . you're made of CHOCOLATE?!

Then he shoved them both into his mouth and ran downstairs.

"It's my birthday present - to ME - I'm so happy"

This year was an important birthday - one with a zero at the end of the number. At least I'm told this is important, or monumental or something. It was actually just a normal day for me. Husband forgot. But he already bought me a present (did I mention my NOOK?!) And he had a lot of work to do, so I took the kiddos and left the house for the day and we attended an extra church meeting that night - yippie.

This is actually fine with me. I've never really been an "important day" kind of person. I do want to go on a date with my husband to celebrate, but if it happens a week early or late it is no big deal. I've never really understood why people think the world should revolve around them on their birthdays, and why we only celebrate birthdays and not other important events. I mean, I'm happy our children were born, and I'm fine with a day just to celebrate them - but why the birthday? Why don't we celebrate the day they first said "I love you" to mommy, or the day they took their first steps, or the day they were conceived? (This is where my husband, who proof reads all my posts for me, says "We could celebrate that on our own. I know! Historical reenactments!" And yes, I do know the days each of my children were conceived. Husband also suggested that we mark those days on the calendar when our children are teenagers, just to embarrass them, which they will totally deserve.)

So I spent my birthday visiting my in-laws, who are fantastic, and my parents, who are also fantastic, and it was wonderful. My son gave me a kiss as a present. And my mother gave me a book called "A Mother's book of Secrets." Which I told my children they could not look at because it was only for mommies, and told all about how to be the meanest mommy ever. So we've had several games of chase and wrestle over it.

It was a great day.

Happy Valentine's Day!

I love Valentine's Day; love love love it. But this year it was more frustrating than usual because I had to help they boys prepare cards for all the children in their school classes. Mostly this involved me saying "Write. your. name." five million times while they scattered heart stickers across the living room.

And to keep lil' girl entertained I gave her one of the extra valentines to color on.

JJ - No! Mom! She is coloring on my valentine!

Me - I know. You gave it to her because she is your sister and you love her so much.

JJ - No I didn't.

Me - Fine. I gave it to her. But she can have it. You don't need that one. It's fine.

JJ - No, Mom. I only love her a tiny little bit! She can't have one of my valentines.

And I was laughing so hard that I couldn't respond, but he let her keep it since she had already scribbled all over it.

I think the reason that I love Valentine's day (as apposed to many of my friends who hate it) is that I'm never disappointed. This is partly because my husband is the most perfect man ever and partly because of my expectations. I don't need some original, creative, romantic gesture; I actually want flowers and chocolate. I like flowers and chocolate. If John didn't buy them for me I would buy them for myself and be just as happy. The gift doesn't have to symbolize anything. As long as it looks pretty and tastes delicious I'm good. (Did you know you can buy chocolate flowers? I have one word for this and it is: awesome.)

Also, my birthday is a week after Valentine's day and my last name used to be Hart, so I always figured it was tailor made for me anyway. Plus, Husband doesn't care if I get him anything. So it is a day where I'm perfectly justified in writing "flowers and chocolate" on the grocery list and letting him do the grocery shopping (which I did).

This year was especially good. Husband got me three bouquets of flowers, five kinds of chocolate, two kinds of cookies AND a nook ! And in return I shaved my legs (with his razor).

Love you, Honey!

First time out with all four by myself. . .

Gentleman at the grocery store asked me if I lived in a shoe.

"Not that you're an old lady or anything. . . "

hilarious