A Very Expensive Gift

Dave and I just returned from 8 amazing days in Maui with our great friends, Bryan and Kari Dady. Blake and Parker spent 9 days with my parents, and my mom only hired a babysitter once so she could drive to a quiet parking lot and eat oreos (and maybe rock herself back and forth?)

Blake was more than okay with us leaving him in the care of Nana and Bopa. In many ways, it is kind of like staying home. My mom doesn't mess around. You talk back, take a toy from your brother or kick the dog, you die. Blake spent the week reassuring Parker that Mommy would eventually come back for him.

Whenever asked where his mommy and daddy were, Blake would reply, "They went to Hawaii to get me a treat. They'll be back."

Wise Guy, or "Wise Guy"...

Yesterday, I was putting shoes on the boys to head out to the grocery store. I had Blake up on my lap, and he had a matchbox car in his hand.

"Mommy, what kind of car is this red one here?"

"Oh, that is a Porshe Cayenne."
(thank you Uncle Devin...because a basic 4 door sedan will never do)

"Mommy, what kind of car do you have?" Blake looks up and asks.

"I have a Acura MDX. Acura is the maker, and MDX is the kind of car."

"Mommy, that is not what kind of car you have. You drive a taxi."

YOU are invited!

Again, nap time does not equal play time. Just get down to business, thank you very much.

After a half an hour of listening to the high pitch sounds of both of my children, Blake was my first victim. I walk into his room and he is busy with "the guys". This would include Hoodwink the monkey, rooster, a block, Whalie the whale, and the almighty pack leader, Bruce.

"Blake, it is not time to play, you need to settle down and go to sleep."

"Mommy, the guys are busy planning a surprise party. I can't take a nap because there is just too much to do." The hands flare out as he goes on, "The cake, the candles, the presents, everyone is invited. Did you know it is MY birthday party they are planning?"

"Blake, wow. That sounds great, but there will be no party unless you take a nap."

Then the removal of the guys from the bed, the retucking of the child, the reclosing of the curtains, blah blah blah. I stand next to the door and tell him that if I have to come back in, the guys are mine.

He then yells as I am closing the door, "JUST DON'T FORGET ABOUT BLOWING UP THE BALLOONS!"

As of three minutes ago, and two size 9 toddler feet kicking the wall, the party has been canceled.

SURPRISE!!!

Oh Good...

On our way to our Preschool Open House today, Blake and I were discussing his new teacher, Teacher Leesa.

Darling, outgoing, fun and has 10 years of three year old experience under her belt. I can assure you it would be her first time for this one...

"Blake, Teacher Leesa is just so much fun, you are going to love school!"

"And she is just so cute too!" Blake says in a giggly voice. "I wonder if she will be wearing a shirt. If not, then she would be naked!!!"

Awesome.

Cedar Cross Methodist Preschool is sure to have a waiting list months long come sign up time next year.

A Fairly Good Idea

"Mommy. What if I stood like this and ate my scone?"

Parker Doesn't Mess Around

Oh no.

And you know what? You don't have to when you think you are this tough.