Tuesday, June 7, 2011


I was standing at the island doing some dinner prep tonight when I heard a little voice from the other side of the kitchen.

"Momma, can you see somebody?"

"Hmmm", I said thoughtfully, as I looked up and down and all around. "I wonder where Lincoln is?"

[Insert giggling from under the table.]


"Momma, can you see me nooow?"

[Insert cheesy, half-faced grin]


"Oh, THERE'S my boy!", I excitedly proclaimed.

He ran off giggling away.

Have I ever told you how much I love three year-olds?

They'll make you crazier than crazy, but sometimes I think all they want to know is that you haven't forgotten about them.

Which explains why they wreak havoc on the house and throw Oscar-winning temper tantrums and put all the toilet paper in the toilet and squirt toothpaste in the sink.

At least that's what I've heard.


  1. agreed! i love my little three (soon to be four year old)... he has the cutest little smile and talks in that little boy voice and says the cutest things.

  2. LOL!

    Love this post, SS. Too true.