A Post a Day in May

My mother and my friend (she was my friend first, but she and my Mom are best buddies now) Lea have started a yearly tradition to get themselves back into the blogging swing of things, hence the name:

A Post a Day in May

They have all sorts of fancy themes and what-not and I am sort of new to the blogging world so I am joining in all the festivities, sans the theme. For today my theme is:

What I love about my little people

Coop is saying the most hilarious things these days, and more than anything he wants to be a man like Daddy. Second to that he wants to be a brave fire man, only he doesn't seem to understand the concept of "faithful in little things" like killing bugs and remaining calm during thunderstorms. Anyway, these are a few of the funny things he's said lately:

After coming out with his shirt neatly tucked in to his jean shorts (and no belt, of course)..."I've pucked my shirt in real tight."


"The red Spiderman and the green Spiderman are both grumpy." I can only assume that seeing pictures of superheroes with their "mean" faces and no context is confusing. Maybe we need to get some superhero cartoons.

To Sweet A after being denied the privilege of watching a movie: "If we watch more than one movie we won't be able to read anymore. That's what the Bible says." I'm delighted that he got the point from the Patricia Polacco book, Aunt Chip and the Great Triple Creek Dam Affair, but felt the need to emphasize Biblical vs. moral.

Yesterday, before opening presents, in one breath he said, "Can I tell Sweet A about her sunglasses? No? Okay, I won't." He must have seen my scowl from across the room as he divulged the secret of what he got her for her birthday.

Sweet A- I love how much she loves to sing and how she gives a loud "Amen" after every hymn & psalm. She has a lot of gusto in every aspect of life (which makes for a lot of battles) but I think she's going to do great things when she gets older

Baby T- I love the fact that he looks like he is so fat he is going to bust out of his baby skin. Reminds me of the P.G. Wodehouse quote: He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and forgot to say "when."