Jamie has lately shown he has quite a little sense of humor. He made a little joke and I proclaimed “You are such a little nerd!”

To which he replied, “I’m not a nerd, I’m a computer geek!”

Ahhh… at least he knows who he is

Jamie and Cassie are starting to be obsessed with language idioms. I blame a book we got in for review called The One and Only Sam and Tom shared a few with them.

This morning, we were in the drop off line behind a daycare van and this was the conversation from the backseat:

Jamie: “Caution – Children”

Me: “Yup, it’s a daycare bus”

Jamie: “Yeah, cuz kids can be kinda dangerous, ya know!”

Cassie: “You never know what kids will do, look out, mom!”

*snicker*
Yeah, I’m easily amused.

It’s late, but I’m still working (it’s January. I’m always working. ’nuff said.) The kids are getting stuff together to go spend the night with friends. Cassie has her suitcase but Jamie says he has his clothes packed, but we don’t see anything. Tom mumbled something about he probably used a garbage bag because well, he’s Jamie…. a few minutes pass and I hear the following conversation:

Tom: Jamie, Why is there underwear on the kitchen counter?

Jamie: Oh, it must have fallen out.

Tom: Out of what?

Jamie: The bag of clothes

Tom: Oh *looks and mumbles* Yeah, you actually did use a garbage bag.

Jamie: *incredulously* Of course I did!

Maybe you had to be there, but Jamie’s “Of course” had us rolling. Because, ya know, he’s Jamie.

I just got a phone call:

Me: “Hello?”

Caller: “It’s me, Jamie. I don’t have my binder.”

Me: “Okay, what’s in your bookbag then?”

Jamie: “Oh, it’s fully of Cassie’s dirty clothes.”

Me: *blink* “Um, okay, let me finish my shower and I’ll bring your binder if I can find it”

Jamie: “Okay, thanks Mommy, you’re the best!”

I want to ask why the heck he has Cassie’s dirty clothes in his backpack. They didn’t go on a sleepover together or anything. But I’m afraid of whatever strange answer those two would come up with. In the meantime, I cannot find his binder and my hair is soaking wet (worked out today with Chris over at Libra Fitness so I was nasty – shower much needed TYVM). Sigh. When is this whole Mommy thing over?

From the shower last night:

Jamie singing (to the tune of the Barney theme song):

“I hate you, you hate me, we’re a hate filled family….”

Ummmm…. yeah.

From our vacation to visit my mother and sisters in South Carolina:

Tom and my mother were in the front seats of the van. My sister, Marcy, and I were in the middle seat. Jamie and Cassie were in the very back seat. My mother hates going around the sweeping curves on the freeway exits, they make her dizzy. My sister and I, of course, always try to make her pee herself. It’s a tradition. So Tom is driving like 5 miles per hour, Mom has her eyes squeezed shut and Marcy and I are screaming “OMG, we’re going off the edge” and “Oh god, really, Tom, you gotta pay attention”. Yes, we are evil. Yes, I’m 12.

When all the laughter dies down and Mom has stopped having her heart attack, we hear Jamie pipe up from the backseat, “Wow, I didn’t know grown-ups could have so much fun too.”

After we got to where we were going, we parked while Tom ran into to get whatever it was and we were talking about how we tricked mom to get on a ride at Myrtle Beach a few years ago.  It was one of those motion rides. This one was one going through a mine shaft. We  had convinced mom that it was no big deal and we got her in there and buckled her in. I remember her asking why she needed a buckle if it didn’t move a lot (we told her it rocked like a rocking chair). I told her, “Oh mom, you know – they are just scared of lawsuits and everything”. Of course, the woman is insane so she believed me. We were cracking up because Mom was TICKED at us when she came out of that ride. The whole time, she had her eyes squeezed shut, holding on for dear life and well, being pissed off at us. She got off of that ride and told us all off. We tried to get her to go on the other ride (it was as 2 for 1 deal), but amazingly enough her ticket went unused.  (now, I wonder where the kids were that day… I’m pretty sure they were with us *laughing* I just can’t remember)

… and then we hear Jamie pipe up from the backseat, “Granny? … I didn’t know my Mom was so crazy!”

My mother, of course, told him he had a lot to learn about his momma. Oh boy. Methinks the kid was paying too much attention, he learned a lot about how to torture your elders

Love ya mom… and no, I’m still not sorry about the Myrtle Beach thing… because… well, because it was the funniest thing EVER.

Cassie is having a couple of girlfriends over for a sleepover tonight (I don’t call her the party planner for nothing). She comes over and asks me for a bowl of goldfish for her party and I told her she had to pay for them. Around here, the cost of goldfish is a hug – maybe a kiss too. So she gives me a hug and I grab a bowl. I told her that Granny Grits wanted her to save the first hug for her when we got to South Carolina and I asked her if she was going to do it. And she said yes. I then told her that Granny was funny because she liked hugs. In fact, she liked hugs even more than *I* do. I so totally got the “Cassie Look” – it’s kind of like the one here. It always cracks me up because she kind of looks like “yeah, mom, whatever” and told me that no one liked hugs more than I do – Okay, so it’s true. There’s nothing like a big squeezy hug from one of my kids.

(although in this particular photo she’s trying to convince me that candy is a healthy snack – it was chocolate and I hear there’s health benefits to that so I kinda want to believe her to be honest).

Cassie just came in from school and had started her homework when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and came back with a package.

Cassie: Who was that?

Me: The courier.

Cassie: What’d he give us? (probably thinking it was something fun cuz Fedex and UPS both came with goodies yesterday)

Me: Just some work stuff from a client

Cassie: Geez – MORE work stuff, mom?

Yes, Cassie… more, indeed. It never ends. But we are lucky. Not everyone has work these days. We’re lucky.

Cassie came into the kitchen crying her eyes out a few minutes ago… apparently Jamie didn’t wait for her to put the clothes up with Daddy so she had to do hers all by herself and it wasn’t fair because she halved the last piece of pumpkin bread with him (that was last week, by the way). And it was just the end of the world.

I, of course, went “what?” and she said the same thing again, so I told her maybe she should go on to bed because she sounded really tired.

She belligerently told me, “I’m not tired!” to which I responded, “Well, you’re either tired or pregnant, take your pick.”

She snorted water up her nose. And announced to Jamie that I think she’s pregnant.

Um.  She’s 6. I’m totally going to get a call from the teacher and/or principal tomorrow, aren’t I?

Tom is putting together the new Bissell Healthy Home vacuum cleaner and steam cleaners today. Talk about luck! I got both of these from the Amazon Vine program. They send me free stuff for review (I don’t know how I got invited, but Amazon will invite you if they decide you are a good candidate – I don’t know how to get invited). Anyway, it was perfect because were just looking for a new one of each of these and we were considering the Healthy Home series! Talk about fate!

Anyway…. Tom is putting them together and Jamie walks by:
Jamie: Oh, you’ve almost got them done
Tom: Yeah, I had to put them together, it’s taking a while
Jamie: Oh, didn’t seem to take you that long. That’s kinda surprising.

The funny part was the way he said it, like “well, lookie here, my dad isn’t a complete idiot after all!”