Nosesick

The hubby often e-mails me little gems of funny throughout the day. I love this because it is a little break during the work day and I never know what to expect when I double click.

Nine times out of ten he’s the one who takes Miss A to daycare in the mornings on his way to work while I take Miss C to her school and then head to my office Monday through Thursday.

Those days I especially love getting e-mails from him because mid-morning he usually sends me a picture he’s snapped with his Blackberry (I know…he is on the OTHER SIDE while I’m staunchly on the iPhone side.) Sometimes he and Miss A will stop and get a donut or a blueberry muffin at one of our favorite neighborhood spots on the way to her school.

This morning’s e-mail subject line was “nosesick.” It wasn’t a photo, but it was one of those little gems of funny.

This is what it said:

 ”Daddy I am nosesick.  Nosesick is when your nose snorts all day and is running.”

I love my family. Nosesick and all.

p.s. I have a new post up at Deep South Moms about the PMS-y nature of Mother Nature here in Nashville. I’d love to know if your kids come up with interesting seasonally inappropriate outfits!

I Like To Think Of Them As Extinct

Miss A is quite the songwriter. She was singing her heart out this afternoon as we were leaving Publix and heading to my car. Apparently all the food samples inspire her.

Mommy, that is my boyfriend song.

That’s a very nice song. I like it.

Mommy, do you know all your boyfriend songs?

Well, mommy doesn’t really have boyfriends. Daddy is my boyfriend!

What about when you were a teenager at the beach? Did you have boyfriends? (She and Miss C are both fascinated with a picture from a college spring break trip to Daytona where I’m being held up in the air by a couple of guys.)

Yes, I did, but that was a long time ago.

Are they dead now?

Crackalackin’, Booty Shakin’, Hot

The girls turned into absolute slack-jawed DVD hypnotized zombies during our recent 8-hour roadtrip to Florida. Since we returned late Saturday I’ve slowly weaned them from the movie and TV crack, in fact I was so mean as to forbid any TV Sunday except for Extreme Home Makeover that night, which Miss C loves (Seriously, Ty Pennington? She’s a groupie!) and zero TV on Monday and Tuesday. I caved on Wednesday because the hubby worked late. A mama has to do what a mama has to do and in moments of solo parenting I rely on a little Sponge Bob, ok a LOT of Sponge Bob, and a Big Gulp glass of wine.

One of the DVDs we packed for the trip was HOT,” she corrected me.

What is she now, 16?

(Uh, OK. Uh, yeah. Uh, NO. Danger Will Robinson. Definitely not a phrase I want my 6-year-old latching on to.)

“Well I think you look cute. Where have you heard someone say they look hot? I’m not sure that’s something we should say. It doesn’t sound that nice.”

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