Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go....

Tucker has had a language explosion lately... You know, the kind where he's talking in full-on sentences. One after another. The kind that require and/or demand an answer. The kind in which logic is involved.

On a side note, we've been having some bedtime issues with T lately, and have been giving an exorbitant amount of praise if he spends the whole night in his own bed.

So, combining the two the other day, Tucker came up with this little ditty:

T: Where's Daddy?
Me: At work.
T: Because he's done sleeping? Because he slept all night?

Too cute! If only...


And on another job note, Grace was studying the letter "c" this week and had to dress up as a cowgirl (see below). She asked me the next morning what I thought she should be when she grew up. I told her that I wanted her to be whatever she was happy doing. She replied that she'd be happy being a cowgirl, except that cowgirls only eat beans, and she wasn't so sure she could do that. Guess she has a little of her Aunt Katelyn in her!

(not too bad for using what we had on hand!)

Here's wishing you a great day at work!

School bells

Tucker started preschool today. We took a few pictures to mark the big day, and this was a totally candid shot that I can't help but smile about.  It's as if he's praying that I'll be OK while he's gone all morning.

There was a bit of confusion as to why he wasn't going on the school bus and why I didn't pack him a lunch, but Mrs. B told me that he had a wonderful day with his new friends.

Here's to a great year for the both of us!

Happy Little Trees

It appears Bob Ross paid a visit to our playroom this evening. Thank goodness Crayola makes washable crayons.

Logic

A word of advice from Grace:

"Mommy, sometimes I don't want to take a bath. But I just have to do it. So that's why you should clean the bathrooms."

HA!

Poor dog

It's been a hard week for Tucker's dog around here.

T had a series of nosebleeds Tuesday, and the only thing he'd let me use to stop them was dog.

After inconclusive trips to the ER and the pediatrician, we are off to ENT tomorrow to see what's going on. (More on that tomorrow)

But it doesn't end there. I went out to water the lettuce Thursday morning, only to find that poor dog had spent the night outside.

Don't worry. He's had plenty of love since "roughing" it last week. Both of them for that matter!

Gender (re)assignment

We were sitting at the kitchen table when out of the blue, Grace gave her aunt and I a lesson in babies:

G: Some babies are born without hair and then even the girls look like boys.
Me: So how do you tell the boys from the girls?
G: They use a computer to tell you before the baby's born. That is, if you don't forget by the time the baby comes.

I swear....

Our resident engineer

My family is full of engineers; people who like to build, discover, take apart and question, "what will happen if I do this?"

Apparently Tucker has the engineering gene, too. After taking apart our XBOX 360 to see why it kept ejecting the disc we put in, this is what we discovered:

There were 3 cards in all. Oh, the mischief that child creates!