Dinosaur train.

I've been watching too much dinosaur train.

For this Pteranydon Family who has so GENEROUSLY taken in a T Rex egg.  I mean, his mom didn't even notice him there until one of her other hatchlings is all, "hey mom... it looks like you have another baby."  She's all ohhhhhh right... I mean, whaaa how did this one get here?  I'll keep him.  I'll tell him he is just like one of us (only smarter than Don.  Lets be serious.  That kid... not bright. La la looooo.)

Also, they only feed him fish.  And forget that he can't fly.  Or that he will probably grow up and eat them.

Just saying.  This series is completely dinosaurist and exclusivist.  And uses names for dinosaurs that I didn't grow up with.

And I'm too old to keep up with these things.

PLUTO AS A PLANET FOREVER.

Mother's Day.

J

If mother's day could come once a month I would be in heaven.  I mean, not last year's mothers day when my newborn had to go to the children's hospital.  Lets skip that one.  Or my first one where Ben was traveling and I was stuck in my car with my car hating child and two dogs and begging sweet Jesus for open container laws.  Though, I'd probably keep it because I mean, what would I complain about?

This year was awesome.  Ben had been out of town for the week so there was adequate guilt/desire to be with the kids.  I soaked it up.  I napped.  I ate.  He made biscuits and gravy and sausage and mimosa's.  I mean, this man truly knows the way to my heart.  The kids were sweet.  Only one of them punched me in the face.  Thanks, Meyer.  I didn't cook.  Or clean.  Or really do much of anything.  And, I got a massage gift card.

Easter 2014.

We decided not to travel.  Which made us sad.  And happy.  FInally, a weekend at home where we did nothing (everything).  Everywhere.  And we loved it.

I mean, I didn't have time to shower before church, but That's not a big deal, right?  I mean we had EASTER baskets... and pancakes.  And bunny faces.  AND CANDY.

These kids make everything worth everything.

Griffin's latest Griffin-isms

Ben is traveling.  A lot.  For work.  For "work."  Anyway, when he is gone G gets to sleep with me one night.  If he remembers.  Last night when we were on the 400 millionth, "oh, and mommy..." I said "tomorrow you can sleep with mommy."

Tonight we were going through bed time.  We were done.  Read our books.  Sang our songs.  Lights out.  Mommy leaving.

"Mommy, yesterday you said tomorrow I could sleep with you.... Is today tomorrow?"

Yep.

I pick up all his "a lot of things" and his pillow.

"It's ok, Mommy.  I don't need my pillow.  I'm just going to sleep on yours."

And in another version of life...

Someday I am going to be a daddy.  Meyer is going to be a daddy, too.  We sure are going to have a lot of daddy's in our house!  Where will we all sleep?

Ummm... your room?

No, Meyer can sleep with his room.  I'm going to sleep with you and Daddy.

He's just growing up too fast.