March 26th, 2015

The boys and I were waiting in line for a prescription at Walgreens (it could have been for either Camden or I - who knows?) A lady walked up with not only a patch over her eye, but it looked like it was decorated as a disco ball as well. I was staring, then I realized not only should I not stare, I should probably make sure the boys weren't as well. Fail - they had both stopped goofing around, and were staring wide mouthed at the lady.
Before I could even think of what a good parent would do at this point, the lady bent down really close to the boys and asked if she looked like a pirate. The boys shyly smiled then started cracking up. Who has two thumbs and was saved by luck? This mom!

Camden is pretty good about getting dressed for school in the morning. I'm working on Kellan, but his excuse is that he can't get his shirt over his big head (Well played, sir). I'm in my bathroom getting ready, praying that that's what they're doing. I hear this from Kellan verbatim - "A rain drop from my bee dee bee dee fell on the carpet, but don't worry, Mom, I cleaned it up!"

Dad picked the boys up from school. He asked how their day was. Kellan replied "I didn't see my girlfriends (yes plural) but it's ok, because I don't know their names anyway.

I think we all know that I'm not by any means a cook. I toasted frozen french toast for the boys, put cinnamon sugar on it and served their Highness's. Camden took one look and said "Wow! There sure is a lot of sugar on this". Since I was standing there waiting for him to complain about the meal I was prepared, I already had the appropriate stern look on my face. Camden quickly backtracked and said "But that's ok, Mom! You couldn't control yourself".

I asked Camden to put his socks in the hamper. He looked at me and said "Ok mom, I'll do you this favorite". (I think favor).

Camden's been very inquisitive about rain, thunder and storms. I have to be very careful on this subject, as it was a huge source of anxiety for me growing up. I'm trying to keep him calm like my parents did with me. I waved my hand and blew off thunder because that couldn't hurt us at all - it's just loud. Then Camden brought up lightning. As I pondered faking a heart attack, Camden went back to thunder. (Whew, I can keep that trick in my back pocket). He informed me "sometimes when there's thunder, a parent can't hear their children asking a question".

Camden and Kellan came home with a toy from Grammy's (go figure). The box said for kids 18 months and up. Camden looked at me knowingly and said "it's for 18 kids, Mom). Ok.

The boys were out in the living room. I came out in sweats and a t-shirt. Camden turned and exclaimed "well, you look beautiful". If I ever let him get married, you're welcome chick - I mean future daughter in law...