Like Grammy......Like Grandson!

Saturday Jace came to me and said, "Mommy I want some of that black stuff to drink."

Black Stuff? I thought. What does he mean? So I said, "do you mean hot chocolate?" We drink that at least once a day.

"No, I mean the black, sippy stuff."

"I don't know what you mean Jace, you are going to have to show me."

He promptly went to the fridge and took out an old, de-fizzed, almost empty can of coke. How did he even know that stuff was in there?

I think it is the nastiest stuff around. My mom used to give us coke syrup as kids to cure an upset stomach.

"Jace, you can't drink that, it is for when Mommy's head hearts."

"But, I need it, my head is hurting too."

Yeah, right!

Luckily, I had a can of decaffeinated coke in the pantry. Makes great Cafe Rio pulled pork--can I just tell ya.

Oh, that wonderful sound a can of pop (yes- pop Jen, not soda!) makes when it is first opened. It did a  little 4 year old's heart good.

"Mmmmmm," he says after his first sip, "that's makin' me grow up. It's a little spicy, but that's OK. I LOVE it!"


"Mmmmm, it's good, you want some too Daddy?"

He drank the whole can, minus Ryan's sip, and had the mustache to prove it. I still can't drink an entire can of pop in one sitting.

It might be time to buy stock in the Coca-Cola Co.

I'm just so fun.... and imaginative!

Well today anyway.  My house was  a disaster this morning.  And I pride myself in the fact that every night at 8:30 we clean up the whole, darn place.  It didn't happen last night. 

Today is ANOTHER cold, grey Iowa day.  I have been walking around all morning with my camera in hand, thinking "OK kids, lets do it, lets do something funny, or exciting .....or anything...to blog about"

but the usual is going on around here.....and why shouldn't it?..We rehearse it every day.

Jace receives breakfast in bed--or on the couch..served on a towel...with a movie...still wearing yesterday's clothes.

Grace takes the chance to play with his beloved tanker truck on the sly while I think about taking on the mess...all the while feeling relieved that Ryan's Altima is not running at all, even smoke is coming up through the steering column, and every time he drives the thing it smells like it is on fire....so I am totally off the hook for going anyplace today, doing anything fun..I don't have a car.

But when something fun or funny does happen around here, y'all will be the first to know!  I did play Candyland with Jace.

Ya wanna kiss me?-- I'm Irish!

Aren't these the cutest little leprechauns you ever did see?

Thanks great-great-great Uncle Patrick Cragun for being Irish!

Calista--remember when two, witty and naughty leprechauns visited your house and turned your milk green and spilled your  Lucky Charms all over your kitchen and painted your cats green and how they barfed green hair balls for weeks...and you secretly hoped it  would kill them.....it was so......lovely!  I still wonder if Cameron and perhaps Bronwynn knew anything about that....


Ryan....I am  wearing green... would you pleeease..STOP.. pinching me!!!

*Happy St. Patty's Day Grammy and Poppy --xoxo

Thanks Aunt Danielle for the very fun package!

Is it really??

Last Evening's Dialogue:

Ryan, seeing a yellow liquid in the empty white toy bin in the kids' bedroom says,  "Jace, did you go pee-pee in the toy bin?"

Jace,  "No, it is apple juice." 

Ryan smells liquid--it is DEFINITELY pee-pee.   "Jace, you need to go pee-pee in the potty, or else we are going to have to  throw all the trucks and cars that get pee-pee on them in the garbage."

"But Daddy, you can't do that."

**It must be hard to go pee-pee in the potty with a perfectly good toy bin sitting right there-especially if Curious George is on TV -- you can't pause TV.

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