Friday, May 24, 2013

Random Things I Suppose

Josh's Birthday Dinner

Central Park Picnic


Things to Remember

Fire Eskate = Fire Escape
Sniber Snap Peas = Sugar Snap Peas
I don't Guess = I don't Care

The other night we were all in the living room, and neither josh or myself wanted to make dinner, so I asked JHM to please go to the kitchen and make us dinner.  He dragged himself up, sighed and said ok.  He walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and asked if we wanted white eggs (what we call hard boiled, since he hates the yellow part).  We sat on the sofa laughing, and said sure.  He took the two hard boiled eggs off the shelf, closed the fridge and explained that he would crack them, and cut out the yellow part with his own knife.  He moved the stool to the counter and we heard the first egg crack on the counter.  This is when we got up to help him. Sure enough he was standing on his stool, over the sink trying to take the shell off.  We helped him, gave him a butter knife and he cut the egg so we could take out the yolk. We ate the eggs together and then proceeded to make a real dinner.

It was one of my favorite growing up moments so far.  He was so willing to stop playing to go make us dinner and he put a lot of thought and effort into it. Did I mention he is only 2 1/2???  Everyday he impresses me more and more.

New York in the Spring is filled with beautiful flowers (and many other things)

We went to Florida for Mother's Day and had a nice time.  We hung out at the beach and the pool, went strawberry picking, ate a lot and spent time with family. Josh says I judge the success of a vacation by my tan lines, that being said - it was a success!

Beach Hair

"Whoa, look this one is perfect"


Grandma telling stories

Guess it was funny

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Do you "Love Your Own"?


JHM is full of excellent soundbites.  Everyday is something incredible.  One of my favorites that has been going on for a couple months is this:  "I Love My Own".

It usually goes down like this:

"Momma, I love you" 
"Thank, you. I love you too." 

"Dadda, I love you." 
"Thank you, I love you too" 

"I love My Own" (and he pats his chest). 
"Momma and Dadda, Do you love your Own?" 
"Yes, yes we do"

I've liked myself and I suppose always loved myself, but never really give it much thought. Except that I am happy with my life and who I am.  But when he started asking that and he is so sure already at 2.5 that he "loves his own",  It really made me stop and think.  Plus, the way he phrases it: Love My Own. 

I do love my own. I am my own person, I own myself and it's up to me to love me. and I love me. Obviously not perfect. Just me.

I'm glad I have him to teach me that.  Do you love your own?