That's my boy...

Conversation I had with Jack yesterday while sitting in the sandbox. (seriously, I was sitting in the sandbox)

Me: are you almost ready to go in and have some lunch?

Jack: no lunch.

Me: no lunch??? you mean you don't want macaroni?

Jack: no croni.

ME: how about a drink?

Jack: no drink.

Me: Don't you want to go in and see the doggie?

Jack: no doggie.

Me: hmmm, no doggie! Okay, how about Disney? do you want to go see mickey mouse?

Jack: (thinks for a minute) no, mouse.

Me: what about daddy? do you want to go see daddy?

Jack: no daddy.

Me: How about grandma?

Jack: where grandma be?

Me: grandma went home, she's in Las Vegas.

Jack: Bos Begas?

Me: yeah...do you want to go to Las Vegas?

Jack: (jumps to his feet) YEAH!!!



See?? Parenting is easy. You just have to know what the kid wants.

BTW...the dog puke incident was not mentioned at all later that day. I know, he knows that I know. For me, that's enough.

In other news, there isn't much other news. Still no preggers. I wouldn't say we're trying as hard as we could be, although we are nailing it (no pun intended) at the right time each month, so we'll see. I think, in my tiny brain, I've pretty much decided to give it until the end of Jan. If nothing happens...I'm more than happy with the one little man I have. I'll be even happier when I can have my little pink pills back.

Jack's Daddy will soon be heading off to Chicago. AGAIN. Am I jealous that he gets to fly away all the time? Yes. He says he doesn't want to go, so I said "hey...you stay. I'll go." Not happening. Something about me not working for the company and...I don't know...I wasn't really paying attention.

I'm trying really hard...I mean really, really hard...to stay away from sugar. But, even as I sit here typing I can hear it calling me...