Children

They're so funny...apparently I say "well" a lot. Last night when I was giving Kyle a bath he stuck his hand under the faucet which made the water splash over the side of the tub. I asked him not to do that and he said, "but I want to get my hands wet." And I replied, "well, but you can't do that." He proceeds to say, "mom, my name is not Will." I'm glad I have him to remind me of that.

I just had a conversation with Madi about why I don't like Bratz dolls. Y'all know me well enough by now to know that I'm pretty conservative on all fronts and to me they dress like hookers. Why would I want my daughter to want to have them as a roll model? Not only that, but I don't like their name. Bratz...it just sounds bad. Anyways, so she wants to know why I don't like them. Well, so trying to explain modesty to an almost 6 year old is a little difficult. Especially when you don't want to bring in certain subjects that make it all the more complicated or things that really they don't need to be thinking about right now...so on her own she decides that the clothes they wear must make them cold or choke them. For now, that will do. I'm not ready to go into form fitting clothes, short skirts, or fishnet hose. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for looking cute and love to dress nice, but I don't want me or my daughter to raise questions to others whether we are ladies of the night or not.

I was on the phone a while ago with the guy I have a date with tonight, yes, I have a date! Woohoo! This would be the Superbowl guy. My mother in law and I decided that it's much easier to have names for them like that, as opposed to real names, until they become something more. So anyways, I'm on the phone with him, and in the background I hear Madi yell from the bathroom at the top of her lungs, "Mom, I need some toilet paper!" Kids...what would we do without them???