Well the kids are back under my roof. It's nice to have the noise again- and to get back into the groove of things. And by back into the groove, I mean getting back the usual stuff- you know, Megan putting me in my place and Jack putting me on my pedestal.
We were driving to dinner tonight and to make conversation, I mentioned that I needed a haircut:
Me: I need a haircut bad. My bangs are out of control.
Megan: Why are you telling me that? You should be telling it to your hair.
And later while putting Jack to bed:
Jack: Mommy, you are yummy!
Jack: Yes- when I tell you that you are yummy, that is another way for me to tell you that I think you are beautiful.