Justin - "I want a hot dog."
Me - "Okay"
Justin - "Mom, what are you doing?"
Me - "Cooking you a hot dog."
Justin - "Oh. Hey mom, what are you doing?"
Me - "Still cooking you a hot dog."
Justin - "Oh. Hey mom what are you doing over there?"
Me - "Still working on that hot dog."
He also has what could be an unhealthy obsession with vehicles. I fully expect him to start naming Toyota's and BMW's and Honda's soon. For now he is obsessed with "gardridge" trucks, fire trucks, ambulances, mail trucks, big big mail trucks (Fedex, UPS), tractors and the good old yellow school bus. I can't distract him with any of his music when we're driving either because "someone" put a penny in my CD player. So I get to hear all about every vehicle that we pass...yay. Seriously, I love how excited he gets. He was practically drooling yesterday when we drove next to a fire truck for a couple of miles.
He's such a fun kid. We love him to pieces.
Sadie turned 11 yesterday and is about to graduate from Elementary school. :(
She still loves to write stories sometimes and that makes me happy. I hope she never stops because she does it so well. She received a nice selection of gift cards on her requested Oreo ice-cream cake, which tasted prettier than it looked.
She's a big dreamer with big plans for her future, although these plans change from time to time. I think she's going to be a little like me and be interested in a lot of things and do her darndest to learn how to do it all. Hopefully she will channel all her feistiness in the right direction and share her huge giving heart with the world. Lots of potential that girl has.
Moving on.
Steve roomed with like 11 other guys for a couple years when he was in college and they had a problem with what they called a "Phantom Crapper" in the house. I know, too funny, right? ☺
Not really.
Fast forward to present day and present dwelling. We have what we call, for the benefit of small children, a "Phantom Pooper". Much like the Phantom Crapper, the Phantom Pooper leaves the toilet unflushed for (usually) me to discover at a later point in time.
There are several suspects, but my bets are all on this one:
Yes, she looks innocent and sweet and all, but this little neighbor, who shall remain nameless, has always chosen our house as the place to do her "business" on a daily basis.
Seriously. Every day. As if we don't have enough people in this house doing "business". Anyway, I don't plan to call her out on it, but I'll just be very vigilant in keeping track of who's using the bathroom and when they're using it.
I'll keep you posted.....
Not really. No more potty talk from me. I was just venting.