I'll Have Another

I love going back and reading my blog.  It reminds me of things I had long forgotten and while it is not all sunshine and roses,  I am glad that the happier moments seem to outweigh the meltdowns.  I hope one day my girls will read it and understand a bit more about their early lives and have a little compassion for their poor mother.

I will be the first to admit that I have been terrible this year about recording our family shenanigans.  Life is busy and I seem to have zero time to do anything reflective during the day.  By the time my children have passed out, I'm not good for much outside of a little sewing and a little more reality TV.  Occasionally though something will happen like it did today and I think it must be recorded for posterity.
  
This is my exchange with Jude after dinner tonight:

Jude:  Mama, can I have another popsicle?
Me:  No.  I think one is enough for tonight.
Jude:  But Elie said that she got another popsicle.
Me:  I think Elie is pulling your leg.
Jude:  Well, can I pull her leg and have another popsicle?


That line was so good it almost worked.

Comments

  1. And I'll Raise You 5May 23, 2012 at 9:36 PM

    Love it! (And I also love reading my older posts...it always makes me smile...)

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  2. Amateur AuthorMay 23, 2012 at 9:38 PM

    That's great!
    ps I love reading your blog muchly, I'm sure your girls will relish it also.

    ReplyDelete

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