mom, nina keeps kissing me.
well she's pretty cute but little boys & girls shouldn't kiss, brody. only grownups kiss.
i know, i need you to call 911.

mom, we don't let people see our business.
that's right, brody. and if anyone ever gets near your business, who do you tell?
the police.
well, yeah, but who do you tell first?
the firefighters.
ok, sort of, but who do you tell before them?
the ambulances.
um, ok...who do you tell before the ambulances though?
clowns!
wha? no. in fact, never ever talk to clowns.

my mommy is a beggar-tarian but i'm not. i have to eat meat so i can go to kindergarten.

i build train sets. that's what i do. over & over & over.

i choose to believe that i am pretty good at it. but when he rips them apart and makes me redo multiple times a day, i reconsider.

this morning he didn't need my help. he didn't even want it.

sigh of relief. no more train set building for me. finally.

i walk back to the couch, cover up in a buzz lightyear blanket, lean forward to grab my coffee smiling the whole time that i likely have 10 free minutes in my future.

and then i fell off the couch. and so did my coffee.

little boys.

being a mom is hard. and sometimes i have to lie. i just do. to stay sane and all.

so in the spirit of lying, i am a robot mommy. with magical robot powers.

and there is a secret button under brody's arms. only i know where it is bc of my magical powers. and if he doesn't listen and i press it? his arms fall off. and if he doesn't have arms, how will he play with his race cars?

oh. and i also have a clock inside my robot head. so i always know when 5 minutes is up. don't bother fighting me on it.

i love this couple. he loves her. she loves him. and i love them. and they don't know me. but whatever, i love them.

just look at how much he loves her. it's ridiculous.

they make me want to get married. again. and have more babies.

and i know i had sworn off men. and marriage. and more babies.

but come on. look how cute they are.

"twilight inspired me to..."

those words just came out of my coworker's mouth.

for the love of god.

and i don't even know what it inspired her to do. i walked away before she could finish the stupidity.

i've been following a blog of a seemingly single mommy and her two little ones. she doesn't write much...mostly just photos of her kids, artwork, outings...leaving lots of room for interpretation on my end.

she'd been on a hunt for a new home and kept posting photos of charming little homes similar to mine. and in her postings was always a need for a prayer, a happy thought a 'pleeeease let us get this one'. so i followed along patiently awaiting the perfect home for her and her kiddos. while also remembering my own hunt and my own fear of 'where are we going to live?'.

so she found it. and posted her photos. i felt joy for her as i glanced through the cuteness of it all.

and at the end she wrote a note...our new summer home.

whaaaa?

we can no longer be friends.

as we were leaving to go to a free truck show today, i was telling brody about all the cool things that would be there...dump trucks, garbage trucks, face painting, clowns. his response..."i hate clowns, they're not useful." say what?

we arrive at the truck show and the parking lot is empty. hmph. wrong day. i took a big gulp and turned to him to apologize that i had the wrong day. in lieu of crying, he looked at me and said 'it's no big deal mom, let's go to the pool instead...that place is better anyway'.

sometimes i feel bad for him that he is exactly like me. but usually i am thankful bc he really is exactly like me.