Moments of My Life

Nothing big has happened lately, so nothing much to post about. But there are always moments in life that just beg to be shared.

Papa Did It
The other morning, Will was all clean and in his school clothes; teeth brushed, hair combed. Steve was in the bathroom and Will was sitting on a chair in the kitchen as I prepared his water bottle, looking so innocent and sweet it almost hurt to look at him. Then he farted, really loud. I look over at him and he says, "Papa did it."

Clean Cookies
I've been cleaning my house like a maniac the last two weeks. Every surface that is not sparkeling, has cleaning supplies of every nature sitting on it. I've been saving my kitchen for the end of the week, which wouldn't have been a big deal but I got in a baking mood. About the fourth pan of cookies I was preparing; I reached over for the Pam and sprayed my cookie sheet. Instead of light yellow oil spraying out, the pan was covered in foaming bubbles. Mr. Bubbles to be precise.

In Trouble Three Times
Will loves to play on the back of the couch, and it normally doesn't bother me as long as he doesn't end up jumping on me. Steve, however, it bothers. About an hour before Steve was due home, I was sitting on the couch and Will climbs up on the back of it. "You are going to be in trouble if Papa comes home and sees you doing that. In fact, you are going to be in trouble two times," I tell him. He shrugs his shoulder, "I'm allready in trouble three times."

Lost Photos
I recently got an upgraded computer and it came with built in memory card readers. This is HUGE as for at least the last six or seven years I've had to fight with cords or readers to download photos. It is going to take me a while to get use to their location though. The computer sets under the desk and the light is not good there, nor are my eyes as good as they use to be. Tonight I went to download photos and stuck the memory card completely into the floppy disc drive. Gives a new meaning to lost photos.