|Mama's Boy. This kid told me all of his Spanish words and then the waiter came and sat at our table to teach him more words. He didn't understand the soccer/futbol sitation. He was all, "I played soccer and Ty played football but it's over now. It's baseball time." He knows what's up!|
He promised me tacos sounded good and I offered a quarter for him to try guacamole. "wackamole" was spit in his napkin (we're classy like that) and he ate a hamburger (hold the bun) and fries. At a "authentic" Mexican restaurant.
We talked about the fish tank that was right behind my head. The fish liked my ponytail, he said. The "poop eater" fish was going to eat my ponytail, he said.
It was a heart to heart talk.
|Kylan, Ty, and Ryleigh|
Ty enjoyed a birthday party followed by a trip to Evansville to a fun putt-putt/laser-tag/video game place. It was a sleepover and this morning when I picked him up on our way to church he was so proud. He had a blast. He was so proud to tell little bro' how much fun he had and how when he turns 5 he gets to do "big kid" things like that.
|5 going on 15|
Daddy is traveling because, it's baseball season. While Ty is sort of but not really self sufficient, it sure was easier having just one kiddo to get ready for church today. My parents came to hang out with us for the day. We went to Mama's Table for lunch...delish...after church, went fishing, I ran, we went to an Upward basketball celebration and then to our churches' childrens dinner theater practice.
Sunday night is our prep night. Stuff has to get taken care of on Sundays in order the week to work somewhat normal. Normal = Busy but strategically planned. The boys are cuddling on the couch right now while I finish slurping noodles from my gourmet Fazoli's supper. I'm getting ready to book some pretty important plane tickets for some pretty important summer vacations. Then I'm getting ready to pack backpacks and set clothes out for the week.
And, by the look of my dry cleaning pile I'm pretty sure I'm paying their rent for the month of March. Ironing ain't happening in this house anytime soon. We're in survival mode and you gotta do what you gotta do! (sort of irrelevant, but should my boys dress shirts cost the same to press and Todd's XL shirts? Ace's shirts are 1/4th of the fabric amount. Irks me...)