Well my friends I know its been awhile, and I swear I have a good excuse namely one case of the flu and one fabulous third birthday party that had to be put on, but I'm back now. And while I am sure that I will be blogging about the illness and the party eventually that is not what has brought me back to you today. It was another little gem that I had to put down on paper (or screen) so as not to loose it to the ages.
So there are days when being the only female in my house I truly feel out numbered. Today Shane took it upon himself to teach Little Man the ancient and bewildering art of making armpit noises. Little Man was indeed awed and inspired and immediately stuck an arm in his shirt and started wildly waving his other arm up and down trying to emulate his father, but alas not a sound was heard. He pulled his hand out of his shirt and looked it over carefully, and then held it up so that his parents could also see the discrepancy then in case we didn't fully understand (which we didn't) he said sadly, "look no squeaker." I smiled and said, "Its ok bud, Mom didn't get one either."
I always wanted to be a writer, don't laugh its true, but being mommy seems to have given me a permanent case of writer's block. So welcome to the happy little place where the dream and reality coexist. Join me for writings on the kids (Mason 7.5 yrs and Max 4 yrs) and the Hubby (Shane) and my own musings on life in general.