Stick falls out of popsicle---no problem!

Yesterday I gave the twins a "Cool Classics" popsicle---the perfectly round reddish orange ones. I was in the kitchen when Seth came running into the house, with his popsicle dripping. The stick had apparently fallen out. Before I had a chance to curse because of the drips, I decided to watch and wait. It was worth it. He ran straight to the pantry, grabbed a hot dog bun out of the package, placed the popsicle in it, then proceeded to eat it like a hot dog. He went outside and I watched as he ate the whole thing. Was that good I asked later? Yeah!!! he says. Quite the little improvisor. I fully expected a classic Seth freak out over the stick. Maybe we are making progress.

For the Love.....

I took Seth for a little one one one time yesterday. He got a sportin new haircut and then a whole 10 minutes at the Arctic Circle playplace. (I have 4 kids okay, give me a break). He played for a minute then came down to eat and said "Mom, those boys up there are fighting over the love of a girl." (I'm trying not to crack up. Those were his exact words). He eats for a while and then says: " Mom, I think maybe I need to fight for the love of Jaycee. There are other boys at preschool who like her too".

Morning Musing With Seth

It's been awhile since I had this opportunity. Unfortunately, he was up too damn early for me to fully enjoy....here is what I picked up....Mom, Mom, Mom, I had FIVE bad dreams last night. (I can attest to that--the screaming in the night is the reason I got no sleep) The first one...(he is starting into this phase that all parents love...the one where they make it up as the go along and it can take hours!!!) Seth: The first one was about that I was at church and I was the only HUMAN!- everyone else was MONSTERS! (sounds like my friend Linda's new ward) Me: Seth, monsters don't go to church....Seth: Mom, its only a dream. (ok, I have been put in my place) Seth and then and then and then and I killed him (me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz) and then I cut his head off and fought him and then and then (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz) and then I cut off all of their willies and put them on sticks and threw them onto the train tracks (sorry all of you men....try not to envision - this one did wake me up though) more violence, sing, sing, something something zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Hannah joins us: Were they yellow and pink Seth? (not the willies...we're on to something else here....I'm not sure what.)Seth: THEY'RE BLIND, HANNAH, THEY'RE BLIND I SAID THEY WERE BLIND!" Hannah: okay. Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I look at the clock. 30 minutes has now passed! Seth: Okay, Mom, that was my first one. Now here is the next dream....