Today, Lincoln and I were checking out at Sam's and bumped into his buddy from preschool, Alex, and Alex's mom who is a friend of mine. As we were saying goodbye, Lincoln wondered (aloud, of course) "when are we going to play with Alex and his hot mom?" Yea. That's right. Nice, huh? Of course all day long I've wondered where the hell that comment came from and it just occurred to me, I was being a little spacey in line and I think I made a comment that Ellen's stunning beauty flummoxed me. (Granted, this may sound like an odd comment, but Ellen is great fun and we joke around a lot, so it's not like I was hitting on her!) Now that I think about it, that *has* to be where he got it because how else would he have put hot mom together? I ASSURE you, we don't regularly talk about people's hotness.
Then on the way home from Sam's, Lincoln and I got to talking about when he was in daycare a hundred years ago (or was it 3?). I was surprised when he said "Yea and I used to bite people, right?" I had forgotten about that, but yes, he did have an issue with biting for awhile. I said "That's right, I nearly forgot that you had several biting incidents. I can't believe you remember that." And he replied "I know, I just though their skin tasted sogood!" (emphasis is his)
Not to leave out Malcolm, tonight on the way home, Malcolm declared with a sigh "Mom, do you think I'll ever find a wife?" For the second time today I wondered if my hearing was going. "What on earth makes you ask that?" I said. "Well, I just don't know any girls who like me except for Emma." So we had a conversation about how it could be that girls still think boys are yucky (as he thinks most girls are). Or, it could be that girls are pretty secretive when it comes to liking boys. But I assured him that he had plenty of time since I didn't even meet daddy till I was 20 years old. I know, ancient, right?
As Malcolm walked out the door this morning he exclaimed "Pretty!" at this sight and I thought it was worth capturing. I'm not sure my camera caught the dramatic look of the rising sun on the red and orange leaves, but it's a good snapshot of fall nonetheless.
(subtitled: These people that I live with make me crazy)
For the first time in 13 years of marriage, my husband has put a roll of toilet paper on the holder in the bathroom. He put it on wrong, of course. 13 years I'm telling you. Has he never noticed how the toilet paper feed comes from the bottom? Probably not because it's always conveniently there when he needs it. This may seem nit-picky, but the way I see it, I'm the one who uses it the most in a house full of boys, I should darn well be able to have it the way I need it (especially for the middle of the night bathroom stops. I don't like playing "guess where the loose end is" in the middle of the night).
About six months ago part of the extension handle that allows my vacuum to work on hard floors disappeared. I could still use it, but I had to stoop to do so....not fun. I've looked everywhere the piece could logically be. Today I found it on the floor of the garage. Logical? Not so much.
With the introduction of the Wii in the house, the family room area carpet that finally had stopped fuzzing up every time you looked at it wrong has started vomiting dust bunnies again. (ok this one isn't entirely the kid's fault, but it was worth mentioning)
At what point is it that children learn how to throw away their trash in the right place and without prompting? I know it seems like a lot to deal with, but seriously, what gives? It's not like they see me drop shit on the floor all the time. Little sticker that comes on apples? Don't know what to do with it? How about drop it on the floor!! Tiny little sticker that comes on hearing aid batteries? Don't bother yourself with the trash can, drop it on the floor! Green bean in your way at dinner time? You guessed it...the floor is where that belongs!