The Darndest Things

Me: "Hey do you need to go tee-tee?"
Laney: "No, I already did last year."

Me: "Ok let's all go wash our hands."
Laney: "Hold on...I have to watch eleven shows."

That's pretty much my day. Lucky doesn't even begin to describe it.

Reasons My Son is Crying

http://reasonsmysoniscrying.tumblr.com/

If I had a Tumblr or knew another way to follow people on Tumblr, I would follow this guy. But I don't. So there's that.

I'm glad to know my kids aren't the only ones who cry for ridiculous reasons. Marshall swears they'll stop by the time they're 16. But I just can't even imagine getting that lucky.

My favorite one is "we wouldn't let him drown in that pond." Hilarious.

That's My Baby

Laney has a very bold and dominant personality. This surprised me at first because Marshall and I are both very go-with-the-flow and were actually both pretty timid and shy children. I just wasn't expecting her to be the little spit fire she is.

But I love it.

I don't want to break her spirit or stifle her true personality. I know they're going to serve her very well as she ages. It's just hard to wear those big pants when you're 3. Or I guess it's actually just hard for me to know when and how to reign her in appropriately. I definitely don't want to be one of those moms who lets her kid get away with being mean and blames it on a "strong will."

Most of the time, though, she just cracks me up. Like today at the park. An older kid (like so old that I was wondering why he was playing on the playground) couldn't get through a pathway because Brooks was in the way. He said, "Ugh...I can't get by because of this baby." Laney marched right up there, looked the kid in the face, and sternly said, "HEY. That's my baby."

Now, she can't even tell them apart and has no idea which of her babies it was. But it was her baby. And nobody was gonna talk to him like that. Big sisterhood suits this girl.