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Friday, May 1, 2009
Today was mundane.
I saw a quote once, or maybe it was part of a talk or something, that said something like "When I see pictures of my kids at the park, I wonder what we ate for lunch that day, and what we talked about." I believe it was in regards to journaling or scrapbooking, or maybe even just photography. I will try to find that quote and it's source. It has made me want to write down more of the mundane things. Like today. Nothing exciting happened. We had breakfast burritos in the morning, followed by the boys requested "noodles and olives" for lunch. They took naps. I took a short nap. (Seems like I just HAVE to the last few days...) Jessie had some nasty, nasty diapers- I'm wondering if they are from the antibiotics? Kacy went on a field trip to the high school ag farm. She was most impressed with Smokey the Bear and his dog, Sparky. She told me a cowgirl asked the group why cowboys wore red scarves around their necks, and she was the only one who knew that they wear wild rags (one word, or two?) in case there is a dust storm, or if they need to protect their faces. That's what you get when you have a dad that used to cowboy. The kids ate queseriitos for dinner- quesadillas with beans in them- and I ate pot stickers from Costco. Ling Ling's all natural chicken and vegetable pot stickers, to be exact. We watched "Camp Rock" and I thought it was cute. But, I'm a big Disney movie fan. Kacy liked it. Jessie loves her dad right now- she hung out with him on the couch all morning, poking his face and trying to keep his attention. When he opened the door, she said "Daaa-aaad!" like he was Norm, from "Cheers." I did some laundry, and fed the cat. It was a normal day, and nothing extraordinary happened. I am grateful that Ed is potty trained and marvel at the end of every day that he is still trained and it's not a dream. He did do something that made me do a double-take: we were looking at the guide on TV for a cartoon, and he pointed to the grid on screen and said "That, Mom! That! I want to watch Special Agent Oso!" The weird part is this: that's what it said. Okay... so he can read? He recognizes words... I know that recognizing symbols (like the golden arches or the the jack in the box, etc) is an excellent pre-reading skill/step. But the boy straight read the screen. Unless he just got incredibly lucky, which could happen. It was weird.