The things kids say to embarass their parents

Last night was Ethan's Blastball game. (Like t-ball, but for younger and less players) It was a 6:00 game, so Greg was coming straight from work and meeting me and the boys at the ballpark. Ethan was busy doing all things that little boys do---kicking dirt, smushing bugs, wandering around. He looked around and seemed to take note of all of the fathers that had started gathering in the stands. He then started to tell me (and the rest of the people in the bleachers) why each one of the men couldn't be his father. He started off easy--That's not my daddy because he has another mommy with him. This got the people around us to start listening in to see what on earth he was talking about. He pointed at another man---That's not my daddy because he has hair. (If you don't know my family, please reference My Profile picture to see why this was pretty funny). That comment brought some chuckles from the crowd. Now, however, we start that downhill slide... That's not my daddy because he is black. This comment brought some nervous chuckles from some people. Not that they thought a 4 year-old was being racist, but because he was pointing at a dark skinned Hispanic man who was not taking Ethan's innocent mistake with much humor. That is when I decided to put a stop to his little game. Especially since the next man down on the bench was a very, very large man and I thought it best that Ethan not say out loud why this man was not his daddy!

Ethan's new bike

TOOO Cute. He tries to race with the older boys we see riding around the neighborhood. He tells me that he can ride faster then the big boys. Until he gets to an alley, of course. Then he has to stop and wait for Daddy to hold his hand and walk him across.
We actually got him the bike at the beginning of June because I didn't want to wait for his birthday at the end of July. He rode it one time about 1 block. His legs were just a little too short to comfortably reach the pedals, though. He wouldn't ride it agian until last week. He has grown enough since June that he might even be just a little to big for the bike. And after last night's ride, we decided that his knee pads are just too small. They fit last week. I figured he was probably going to go thru a growth spurt because he has been eating me out of house and home since he got his tonsils out. He might just hit the 6 foot his Daddy is hoping for!!!!

It's 4am. Do you know where your brain is?

Just a quick note. If you basically sleep through your shower, you should not use the conditioner before the shampoo. And if you discover that you have done this, it is probably better just to call it done and not try to rinse it out and then use the shampoo. But above all, you should certainly not put in more conditioner after the shampoo.
Someone once told me that your body treats it's need for sleep kinda like a running total. If you need 8 hours of sleep, but you only get 6, then you are at -2. If you get 6 again the next night, then you are at -4. And so on and so forth. I was trying to figure what my total was. Now, math is not my strong suit, but if you figure in 5 years of college, 4 years of being a mom, and my recent job change to a 6am start, I figure that I would have to sleep for almost 6 years straight to be at a positive number. I know that seems pretty exaggerated. But right now, at 6:24 AM, it sounds about right to me...

My First Blog!

Ok, call it peer pressure. Apparently if all of my friends are jumping off a bridge....
But I do like the idea of being able to share things in my life with others. A creative outlet. Maybe one day I will write something significant. More then likely just 4-year-old little boy's poop stories, though. But who doesn't like a good poop story?
And I get to work at 6am. The boss doesn't get here until 7am. What else am I going to do?