Not me! Monday

Welcome to Not me! Monday, where we can be brutally honest and live to tell about it.

A few weeks ago, it was not me who let my child go to school looking like this! Nope, we care more about our appearance than that.



Since he did not go to school looking like this, we did not see this when we got there!



Nope, we would never let anyone treat our child like that!



Speaking of not me...it is not me who leaves in 2, yes 2 days for Disney World. Good thing too because it is not me who has done no packing, what so ever. Nope, I am more organized and prepared than that.

It is not me who is sitting here at the computer today trying to do a little catching up with my blog so you readers do not run off, never to return again, instead of being upstairs packing. Nope...not me!

Now, head on over to MckMama's new blog and see what everyone else has not been doing.

Happy Monday!

Someone loves hats

This is why some of us go to t-ball games...we like to wear the batting helment!



Sometimes we wear it backward.



Sometimes we wear just a cap.



But mainly we like the batting helment.



It's fun to wear it backward.



And someone sure is cute.



Someone likes to walk around wearing it backward.



Sometimes we use it as a chair.



Back up and take aim.



Sit and think.



Think some more.



We have to check to make sure it is there, because...



sometimes it throws us off.



But I am pretty sure that we will just get up and dust ourselves off and try again later...

Yankee Doodle

This has nothing to do with the pictures...but they were funny.

Tonight while in the tub, Boog was humming the tune to Yankee Doodle. He could not think of the name of the song so he asked me what it was that he was humming. I told him it was Yankee Doodle, so he began singing.

Boog: "Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony.
Stuck a feather in his pocket,
and called it Macaroni!"

Me: "Stuck a feather where?"

Boog: "In his pocket!"

Me: "(laugh) He stuck it in his hat and called it macaroni."

Boog: "Oh...(thought a second) No he didn't."

Me: "Yes he did."

Boog: "Sing it."

Me: "Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony. Stuck a feather in his hat and called it Macaroni."

Boog: "Uh uh. It's Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony. Stuck a feather in his pocket and called it Macaroni!"

Me: "Ok."

Silly boy.

Happy 5th Birthday...

to the most wonderful, funny, beautiful, animated and loving kid I know!

This time last year, I was sitting here in this same spot, contemplating how to begin...just like I am right this very second. Do you ever wonder where time really goes? I mean seriously wonder? Not like one day you did not have time for laundry or to sit down and take a break...I mean the weeks, months and years. They are flying by. It seems just like yesterday, I was sitting at home on the couch with my  husband and very much pregnant with this amazing little person. We were making plans for the future, wondering what he would be like, trying to imagine what his personality would be. We had no idea what to expect. Little did we know, this little guy would change our lives forever.

He is amazing. I mean really truly amazing. He has a heart of gold. He can be so serious, he is caring, and he is genuine. He is hilarious. He is smart. He is loving. He is honest. He is tender hearted. He cares about people, especially his people. He is a thinker.



Time is flying. He is 5. He starts kindergarten this year! That breaks my heart. I know...I sound crazy. Trust me, I know. I do not know how I am going to handle him being away all day every day. I have spent the last 5 years with this child, 24/7. He started pre-school last fall, he goes 3 days a week for 3 hours. So for the last 8 months I have missed 9 hours a week. I am going to go from 24/7 minus 9 to full time kindergarten. I am not sure I am ready for that. I am not sure that he is ready for that. He loves his mommy and daddy. We are his best friends. In a way, he is ours.



He is beautiful, inside and out. He has a heart for people.



He says he is going to live with us forever, or until he is 62.



I love him.



He is growing up so fast. I'm not sure I like it. I see adults with their adult children. I see relationships they have. It scares me. I cannot imagine that when their children were younger that they would have felt any differently than I do about my own children. That scares me. What changes? When your children are young, they are your world, they are your everything, everything you do is for them. Why does it change? Because they are older? Does it always change? I always hear from women that their moms are their best friends. I hear from men that they hardly ever talk to their parents. That scares me. I have 3 boys. I love this child so much that sometimes it hurts. What if our relationship changes? I cannot imagine him growing up, moving out, moving on...



He's only 5. He is already 5. He is my baby. He will always be my baby.



He smiles with his whole face. You can see it in his eyes. He is a happy child.



He is an awesome big brother. He loves his baby. He looks out for his baby. He plays with his baby. He protects his baby. He wants his baby to do everything he does...most of the time. He is an awesome little brother. He looks up to his older siblings, he wants to do what they do. He thinks he is their age. He is so grown up. He is so smart.



He is awesome.



He LOVES his daddy. He wants to do everything his daddy does.



He made this birthday card for daddy last week. I cried.



Where has the time gone? My baby is growing up. I am not ready for this. I am not ready for everything to change.

Happy Birthday to the most amazing little boy I know. I love you Boog. You're the BEST!

Not me! Monday

Welcome to Not me! Monday, where we can be brutally honest and live to tell about it.

First, let me start off by saying that this is not my son! Nope, I would never let my child go out in public looking like this. We are always well dressed and would never do anything out of the ordinary and draw attention
to ourselves.



This is not my middle son either...nope, when we sign up to play team sports, we pay attention at all times and would never be spinning around or dancing while playing in the outfield.



This is not him either, remember, we pay attention!



And having children of your own, most of you will not ever guess the sequence of events that happens next...







Nope, that was not the cutest puppy (or excuse me...DOG, as Tutti-Frutti calls every small animal he sees, sometimes large ones too...) that we have ever seen...nope, I did not let my sweet baby put his finger near the cutest puppy in the world's face...nope, cutest puppy in the world did not bite my sweet baby on the finger with his razor sharp teeth! What kind of mother do you think I am...and to even think you people thought I let it happen OR take pictures...I am offended! :0)

Now back to the regularly scheduled t-ball game, in progress...batter up!



While wearing his brother's batting helment, Tutti-Frutti did not (on several occasions) nearly fall over backward because it was the helment was too heavy. Nope, we would not let our baby toddle around with a heavy batting helment on, in hopes of getting a good shot!



I am not so far behind on blogging that I could easily put up lots and lots of Easter pictures (Christmas for that matter, if there were not other people's children in them) and not run out of pictures for a very long time. Nope, I am on top of the blogging game and always post pictures within minutes of taking them!







This is not what the poor baby had to do while everyone else was coloring eggs. Nope, he particpated right along with us, we leave no one out!



The mighty egg brigade...







Nope, no Easter pictures here...never...a month late...



This dog did not bite...



Oh yea, and this little creature WILL NOT be turning 5 on Wednesday. Nope, he is still my baby, no matter what he says. Which by the way did not go something like this...

Me: "I cannot believe my baby is turning 5 on Wednesday, I do not want you to turn 5, I want you to stay my baby forever."

Boog: "No, I wanna turn 5. I'm getting taller."

Me: "I do not want you to get any taller, I want you to stay the size you are you are right now."

Boog: "Well, that is just how it works!"

Me: "Well, alrighty then...I guess you can turn 5."



Oh and before I forget...I have not been following Scott Baio (I LOVE SCOTT BAIO) on Twitter for awhile, I have not tweeted him on occasion and THERE IS NO WAY THAT HE HAS ACTUALLY TWEETED ME BACK ON NUMEROUS OCCASIONS! Since that did not happen, my heart did not skip a beat and I did not almost nearly die!!!!

Now, run on over to MckMama's and see what everyone else has not been doing lately...

Happy Not Me'ing...