Missy's Career Choice...

Conversation in the car-ride to school...

"Mama, I really want to be an elf when I grow up."

"An elf?"

"Yes."

"Why would you like to be an elf?

(Michael chiming in from the back seat): "Because she wants to help Santa Claus."

"Yes....(contemplative pause)....but I don't really know how to make toys."

The Baby

I have the most amusing converstions with Michael...He is the one who will ask questions, and WILL NOT LET IT GO until he is completely satisfied with the answer I give him--which somtimes (actually, MANY times) puts me in an uncomfortable position.

I have been raked over the coals about where God is, Santa Claus, why he can't kiss me with his mouth open like he sees people do on TV, ...and I'm pretty sure he will be the most difficult of the three to discuss the whole birds/bees fiasco.

He is the one who is very sensitive to my moods. He asks me if I am angry with him. He cries if he thinks I am. He snuggles with me, and holds my face to kiss me, and he tells me he loves me "more than Chuck E. Cheese" and "all the way to heaven and back." He melts my heart when he is sad and makes me belly laugh when he is happy.

He is the baby, and looking at this picture, I want to cry because he looks so grown up.

Just Do It...

It's my way-after-New Year's resolution to continue my blog...even if it's a single thought of the moment. I'm no longer going to try and compose a masterpiece or wait for significant lightning bolt moments to urge me to write. That's what has kept me from posting in over a year. It's the Virgo in me. I can't commit it to writing unless it's a perfect composition. But since I am almost a Libra (Sept. 22), I am able to let go of the anal/OCD-ness in me...occasionally. We'll see how it goes...