Tidbits

*For dinner the other night I was grilling hotdogs and hamburgers. When I went to put the hot dogs on the grill I thought one was missing; sure enough, Molly was clutching the slimey thing in her hand while taking her third bite. Meg started gagging and making quite a production out of it, (can you say "drama queen?"), which scared Sam who thought Molly was going to die and started screaming at me. My response, "at least it was 100% beef!"

*Ben had to get his eyes checked again. We just went in September, 2007, when the eye doctor determined he needed glasses. This, of course, only happened because the school informed me that he needed to get his eyes checked (I'm so observant--hey, with four kids in a family the squeaky kid gets mom's attention, and in our family that's usually Molly). Anyway, lately Ben's been complaining of not being able to see, especially distances (I guess he learned to speak up). We discovered his vision has gotten twice as bad in just six short months. BUMMER!!! Luckily, we didn't have to get new frames, just new lenses. We also got him a pair of sports goggles so he can actually see the ball coming (this year is kid pitch and who knows where the ball is going to go).

*Meg was disgusted with me today because when she said to me, "it's snowing in Hawaii, " I didn't know what she was talking about. Apparently "EVERYBODY" knows that this means that my bra strap was sticking out (which it wasn't, but she had been dying all day to use it on someone other than her two friends that wear bras). Okay, and this came from . . .I know, school friends? Why do I have to have a pre-teen?

*Molly loves for me to whisper in her ear. I do it a few times each day and it's always the same. I whisper "I lubba, lubba, lubba Molly" (that's the way she says love). Then I tell her how great she is and how kind she is (I figure if I keep telling her one day she might be a little kinder. . .you know the quote by Goethe, "If you treat a man the way he is he will be that way, but if you treat him the way he ought to be he will become. . .). I keep whispering in her ear and end by telling her once again how much I love her. Then it's her turn to whisper back in my ear. She gets up on my lap, moves my hair out of the way and whispers these kind words every mother waits to hear, "I lubba, lubba daddy." Nice!!!