Strep Throat - Day 2

Grayson is sick, but I won't complain too much because this means unlimited snuggles and the guarantee that he ONLY wants his mama (those moments are quickly becoming far and few these days).

Yesterday he told me I was the best mommy in the world - followed of course by a fart.

He is 100% boy.

Here is what Merritt is doing...Chicks Dig Him


And finally - this is my favorite shot from Spring Break

Oh my god.

This morning, while I was sitting on the couch, Grayson lifted my shirt a tiny bit and said:

"Hey, your growing a new baby!"


Oh my god.

Babies

Gray: Mom, Merritt is NOT your last baby.
Me: Uh, yes...he IS my last baby.
Me: I don't want any more babies. I have both of the babies I want.
Gray: Well, you know, that's just the way God works.

God help me and my OB/GYN if this is true.

Old

On our race to the mailbox today Grayson announced:

"I'm gonna beat you old lady"

Seriously, he called me an old lady.

Usually I let him win...not today.

Grayson's take on last night's dinner:

"I can smell what you're cooking and I'm not impressed with that smell."

It was spaghetti.