BB:Mommy? You know we are going to die? EVERYONE in the whole UNIVERSE is going to die!
Me:yeah, everyone in the universe is going to die someday BB!
BB: I DON”T WANT TO DIE!!
Me: Don’t worry…you won’t die for a long time
BB: and don’t you die either
Me:okay…but you don’t need to worry about it…it’s just beginnings and endings…things die and new things begin
Me: you know how you had a peanut butter sandwich for lunch?
Me: well, when it was all gone, that was it…death to the peanut butter sandwich..new beginning at snack time
BB:hahahahah death to the peanut butter sandwich
Me:like that do you?
BB: yeah…hahahah death to peanut butter sandwich hahahahaha
if only the previous before bed conversation about how does the baby come out had been so easy (I think by default I should not have to go into detail about this since I don’t have personal experience! jeesh!)…I wandered around how when the baby is ready it just comes out…AND it’s kinda hard…he says, “out where? your throat?” so I couldn’t leave this alien image…I say not exactly and he says, “oh, the doctor cuts the baby out?”, SAVE!!! I say YES! exactly!!! SOMETIMES the doctor has to cut the baby out…the end for today:)
Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
This entry was posted in Uncategorized
and tagged and four year olds
. Bookmark the permalink