A boy and his dog

You're probably thinking, oh what a cute picture, and yes it is cute. The two of them together is adorable. I'm very happy that they'll have each other to grow up with. Sometimes I wish that I had a dog growing up. And then, and then I walk in on the dog (Alfred) and Gideon going through the garbage together, Gideon dumping out the dogs food for the tenth time that day and the oh so popular spilling the dogs water all down the front of his clothes.
The king of all dog and baby disasters though, is when I left the two of them alone for about 10 minutes to use the bathroom and came out to find that they had gotten into a wet diaper. Yes, that's right I said a wet diaper. When I say got into, I mean the dog ripped into the diaper and he and the baby were flinging the wet granules all over the living room floor. Talk about disgusting. You don't realize how absorbant diapers really are until you have one scattered all over the living room. Cleaning up this one is not on my fun to do list. The two of them together can get into a lot of mischief. Joe calls them co-comspiritors. Even with all the trouble that the two of them cause together, it had been fun to see them play and love on each other. I could never stay mad at either one, especially when they look up at me with those cute puppy eyes.

I hate mornings! Getting up early has never been a favorite of mine. I despise opening my eyes before at least 9:00am. I have never been a morning person and fear that I never will be. It should be a law that no one is allowed out of bed before eight in the morning. Okay, I realize that there are those of you out there that love the morning. I have two in my house also. My husband, although I don't know if it's out of necesity that he gets up early or because he really likes it, and my daughter. She is so chipper in the morning. It doesn't matter how late she goes to bed she is up bright and early. I guess that is good. She does sorta brighten my day. (Only a little :). I guess the real reason I hate them so much is that I have to work late and get up early. Not a good combo. Oh well, we do what we have to.

The CHAOS of my life

Do you ever feel like your life is spinning out of control? I think that is a requirement of motherhood. Everything feels as though it is so chaotic. My house is always a mess and my kids are constantly fighting with each other. I'm not sure what to do about it. I guess enjoy it while I can. ;p Life is crazy and how dull it would be if everything went the way we wanted it to. Just a thought.

Kids say the darndest things

Kids say the darndest things. I was sitting with my son Cordin and we were watching tv. I can't even remember what we were watching. Cordin turned to me though and said "Mom can I ask you a question?" I said "sure". He then proceeds to ask me "Were you born when we only had a little bit of America?" I had to laugh. I said to him "I'm not that old, No I was born when we had 50 states in America". I then told him to go ask his dad. hehe. I got a good laugh out of that one. I remember being his age and thinking that my parents had to be sooo old. I mean come on 30, that is ancient. Of corse now that I am 30 something I still feel like a youngen. What is old anyway, it really is just a state of mind.