Little Mama

At this point I'm just trying to remember what we've done for the last two weeks. I know we had Thanksgiving. It was nice. My sister invited everyone to her house for the big turkey dinner. So I didn't have to cook. And she sent home a lot of leftovers with us so even better.

We made our own turkey dinner a few days later when the leftovers were all gone. I made a fudge caramel pecan pie that may have changed my life forever. It was that good. I'm thankful for all of my family and I'm thankful for pie.

I took Emma Mae to the grocery store last week and had to endure the humiliation of a three year old screaming at me at the top of her lungs that she wasn't going to like me anymore if I didn't buy her a donut. So I told her that she wasn't getting a donut ever again if she didn't learn how to act nicely. And she screamed at me that she would be nice just as soon as I gave her a donut. So then I learned to never try to have a rational discussion with a three year old in the throes of a temper tantrum.

We had a great time the other night trying to teach Jake some jokes. I pulled out my all time favorite. Why was six afraid of seven? Because seven ate nine. Get it? Seven ATE nine. Hilarious. So then he asked the all time classic why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side of course. Only then Emma Mae said in a very concerned voice "well that chicken might get runneded over!" Good point.

The kids have had the best time playing on their power wheels truck. It will be a shame if someone ever builds a house on the lot next door to us because then we will lose our dirt field and the kids will have to drive the truck on the street. Tonight we had several neighborhood kids come over to ride with them. Jake and Emma were so proud of that truck and that so many people were over to play. And I got to visit with some grown ups for a change. I'm thankful for small town suburbia.

And finally, I think I have come to terms with the fact that our first born will be turning six years old in two weeks. Crazy. He decided to forgo a big birthday party for a family trip to Sea World. I'm thankful for that boy and his five and three quarters self!