Literally speaking....Thoughts for Thursday.

We were driving by a car lot the other day and my husband pointed out a Jeep Wrangler to me. I have an affinity for them...I always have...but I digress. He asks me what I think of it and I respond "That Jeep is Hot!". My son over hears me and he responds, "That Jeep is not hot, I don't even see it burning!"

Today: My mom and I are talking and she jokingly says to my son that she will take a nap later with him and they can snore in stereo. My son literally walks over to the stereo system on the sofa table and starts snoring into the speaker!

I can not get over how literal he is! He truly takes what you say at face value. It makes me laugh so hard!

Oh really now?

My son spent a week with my parents recently. My mom told me this morning of a funny moment they shared on the way home.




They stopped off at Walmart and got a new toy for the 3 hour ride home. My son chose Barricade from the Transformers movie.

In case you aren't familiar with how these toys work, most often they are in car form when you buy them and they are super easy to transform in robot form. Getting them back into car form however is a bit of a challenge. You have to put some of the pieces in just the right place...anyway, he was trying really hard to transform him back into a car and was getting frustrated. My mom could hear his frustration building so she asked him if he needed help.

His response "NO! I can do it, you just concentrate on driving."

And, he's only 5.

So, I have to brag a bit...

My son is only 5. He turned 5 in March, so he is "just 5". Today, we were at Walmart and he wanted to get a Lego playset. He chose the police helicopter, with all of its 94 peices , instructions for big kids and all that jazz. So, I let him get it thinking it would be a great project for us to put together as a team. We get home and he immediately wants to tear into the box and start. I hesitate because I have a load of groceries to put away first, but decide to let him begin without me. The kid put the whole thing together without even the slightest bit of help! I was so proud! He was so proud! It was a great day!

This is what he ended up with. And yes, his really does look like this!

Love/Hate Relationship.

I've decided that I love Craigslist but at the same time, I hate it!

I cleaned out my son's room recently and we collectively decided upon a few things that need to be put up for sale. So, today I listed them on Craigslist.

I love many things about this wonderful web classified like:

• convenience
• the fact that it's free
• most people are generally nice when purchasing kids stuff
• the fact that it's free
• oh, and did I mention...it's free!

I also have decided that while there are many good qualities to this service, there are several that drive me nuts like:

• people who email you and ask only if you still have the item not leaving a name or any other information
• the same people; when you email back that you do and give contact information ie...a phone number, disregard said phone number and either never contact you back or email you again with another odd question.
• people who email saying they want your item and ask immediately for an address as if they can just waltz over any time without a pre-agreed upon meeting time and/or place.

So, my advice to anyone just trying Craigslist for the first time is to just be normal! When you email someone about a listed item, give your name. Ask when a good time to complete the transaction would be. Don't call a phone number after 9:00 at night! And for goodness sake, at least give the person the courtesy of a response if they ask you a question. Use your manners.

And please, if you think of it, send happy thoughts into the atmosphere for me on the few (4) items I currently have listed that they sell quickly and without having to deal with too many weirdos.

Jedi mind tricks.

So, lately I've been thinking and I've come to the conclusion that my DS has supernatural powers. Powers of persuasion and charm. Not just affecting me though.

In the past month, I have been approached no less than 6 times by complete strangers in the super market, drug store, gas station and who remembers where else. Each time it's been by someone of a different dynamic. We've heard from the little old people, the middle aged soccer moms, the people my own age, and even once by a man probably in his late 40's early 50's. He's really the only one who actually creeped me out. You'll see why in a minute.

Each time we're greeted with a kind hello and then I'm informed by the onlooker of how sweet, cute, handsome, enthusiastic, kind, (insert your own compliment here) my son is. Nice, right? Well, here's the kicker. EVERY time, while this person is standing there complimenting me on the wonderful nature of my adorable son he is sitting there GLARING at them. Not just a little glare either. He is full on, scary face, glaring at them. And each time, the people make a comment on how cute he is while he's glaring too! I don't get it.

I think he has some odd special power. When he does smile at someone and it's VERY rare, it's even worse! I totally feel sorry for his wife someday. He already has "the look" down pat and at some point will unleash the full effect of that on some poor unsuspecting girl and she will fall hopelessly in love with him just like I did his daddy.

What were you thankful for?

My son, in a very sweet and tender moment told me this:

"Mama, I like Thanksgiving because I can tell you how good I feel and how good I like you and Daddy."

I hope you all had a safe and happy Thanksgiving.

We are back from our travels and I'm getting ready to put up our Christmas decorations tomorrow! YAY!

I also have a fun post that I stole from my good friend Paisley Penguin that I will put up in a few.

Good tidings to all!

My four year old voted...did you?

This morning I was watching the Today show and my son; who was playing with puzzles on the floor, proudly announces that he's decided he's going to vote.

Here's the conversation.

DS: Momma, I'm going to vote!
Me: Really?
DS: Yes, one time.
Me: Ok.
DS: I'm going to vote for summer, because I like to play in the swimming pool!
Me: (laughing) If only it were that easy honey.

Then he went back to putting his puzzle together.

I think I'll vote for summer too!

Well, I'm off to get my free Starbucks! YUUUM!

We have to talk!

Last night Hubby got home from work and DS sits down in the living room with him. He plops his little 4 year old body in the chair and says. "We have to talk." Here's how the conversation goes.

DS: We have to talk.

Hubby: Ok, about what?

DS: About Blue. (Blue is the name of a dumptruck at Hubby's work which DS has decided is HIS and no one is to drive it...his exact thoughts on the subject are as follows: Blue is to sit at the work yard as a decoration until DS is old enough to drive it himself.)

Hubby: What about Blue?

DS: You aren't supposed to drive him! He's mine!

Hubby: But we have to, the boss said so.

DS: Well, you tell him that I said you aren't supposed to drive him, because he's MINE!

Hubby: Ok, I'll tell him that we can't drive Blue anymore because you said so.

I was in the other room, because I couldn't contain my laughter. My son was determined that this was the way it was going to be. I could tell it would be a doozy when he began with "We need to talk!".