Well, I’ll just get to the other things and not elaborate on how I hate to blog.

Today was crazy. Tj told me a couple of days ago he was going away for a few days, I’d be going to church today by myself. This isn’t a problem, just a hassle, especially since I had to bring breakfast for my Sunday School class. I usually prepare my breakfasts the night before with minimal work to be done the next morning. So this morning all I had to do was heat the little smokies in the crockpot (they were already in there, in the fridge), cook the assembled french toast casserole, and bring the icebox fruitcake.

Everything was going even smoother than usual, I fed us all and even had time to clean the kitchen! I cleaned Jack up and went to get his shoes and could only find one. Max and I looked for about 10 minutes before I just told him to go get in the truck. He said he wanted to wear his church shoes, but now I didn’t have time to tie them. Then a minute or two later I found him pulling his tennis shoes out, and I told him just to put his park shoes on, they’re quicker. So he went and got in the truck. I finally gave up on J’s shoes and put him in the truck; his other shoe wasn’t in there. Then I realized I needed to figure out how to get all the food in in one trip. Ok, in the truck and not too late.

Halfway to church Max pipes up with “Mom, I couldn’t even find my park shoes!” OH MY GOSH!! I was just dumb-founded! We’re halfway to church and neither of my kids has shoes on! I just couldn’t figure out what to do! Then I decided that a 4-year-old really doesn’t have to have shoes on for church. Getting the breakfast there on time was more important than getting M’s shoes. Crazy kid!

I pulled under the awning and Damon came out. He started unbuckling Max, I got Jack out and just put him in Damon’s arms and asked him to bring my kids in. I was so grateful he was there and offering! I parked and brought the breakfast in. Went to check-in my kids and brought them Jack’s bag. Went back out to the truck to get my Bible and then sat down in my SS class and tried to stop sweating!!! What a morning!

Last night at supper Max left his (used) napkin on the table. After a minute or two Jack picked it up and held it loosely to his nose and blew! He did this 3 or 4 more times…it was so funny. That little kid cracks me up (when he’s not making me pull my hair out). :-)

A few minutes later he reared back and then slammed his head down on the table. He hit his mouth and tore that little flap of skin that connects his top lip with his gums. I couldn’t believe how much blood kept gushing out, almost with his heartbeat! Poor baby. He stopped breathing so I hit his back a few times, then he started gagging on all the blood in his mouth. Needless to say my clothes were covered with blood. He was all better about a minute later. Ted gave him some popsicle, but I don’t think he even needed it. It looks really bad up there now. Poor kid!

Mama, who were your grandfathers?

They’re dead now, but they were called Papaw and Pawpaw.

Well, I’ll be your grandfather now. How did they die?

I don’t know, they just died. (Started to say they were old, but didn’t want him to think all old people die…how do I answer this?)

Oh, you mean they were ten?

Then when I said they were older than that he asked me 45 other questions about how old they were…15? 8-1-0? a million?


Yesterday he said he wanted to be an astronaut when he grows up. Today it was a teacher, then he said he just wants to be a daddy. He wants to be Jack’s daddy. :-)