Inappropriate? Perhaps. Cute? Definitely. ::EDITED::

This morning I came downstairs to find Caedmon watching TV...naked. Of course, Caedmon is almost always naked so I really wasn't surprised. I could act like I'm bewildered by his tendencies towards nakedness but I'm sure my mom would take the time to comment and rat me out. So I'll just come out and tell you that my parents had an extremely difficult time keeping me clothed as a child also. I did, however, wear underwear on my head...a lot.

Ok, back to the point of this post. I set Presley down on the floor to change her diaper and Caedmon begged me to let her watch TV with him. So, I stripped her down and went to the other room to grab a onesie. When I came back the scene was just too cute to disturb.

[In an effort to keep my kids privates, um, private I have placed pink hearts over the boy and girl bits]

::EDIT:: Caedmon complained that pink hearts are for girls and requested that his be changed to a green triangle. Daddy requested that more of the wee one's behinds be covered.

I'll take "Amazing Moments" for $500, Alex.

I went to pick Caedmon up from KC Summer Blast at Harvest and one of the teachers grabbed me and said "Oh good you're here early, we need to talk to you about Caedmon." I immediatly began to panic because that obviously meant that Caedmon had done something terrible and they were never going to let him come back to church, right?

Much to my relief, and pure joy, that was not the case. The exact opposite, in fact. Caedmon prayed and asked Jesus into his heart last night!!! When the teacher told me this I, quite unexpectedly, burst into tears. I mean, I wasn't really surprised as Caedmon talks about Jesus all the time and tells everyone he knows that they can't go to Heaven unless they know Jesus, etc. But still, knowing that my son had taken the biggest and most important step in his life brought on the water works. Thankfully the teacher and the other mother I was talking to cried right along with me!

Now I know that some of you may think that a 5 year old doesn't have the ability to really ask Jesus into his heart and mean it. And I'm sure some 5 year olds can't, but I know my son and I know he gets it. Besides, I was the same age when I made this decision and it seems to have stuck! ;)

On a slightly less important, yet still exciting, note: Presley is rolling over from belly to back AND from back to belly. Actually, she's been doing this for a little over 2 weeks now. She's also scooting and turning and twisting and doing anything she possibly can to move around the room. Are 3 month olds supposed to be this mobile? I don't remember Caedmon moving this much till he was about 5 months old. Fellow mothers, is this normal?

Some Days Are Really Rewarding

Presley didn't sleep at all last night. At. All. She spent the whole night screaming and nursing and then screaming some more. I'm not sure why, but that's not the point of this story.

So, at about 9 o'clock this morning Presley and I were sleeping soundly in the recliner as we had been doing since about 7 o'clock. At promptly 9am I was startled awake by the sound of the toilet lid slamming and Caedmon singing a little song as he went potty: "Mooooooommy, you've been a sleep for so long. Moooooooommy don't you want to get up. MoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOmmmmmmmmyyyyyyy." This serenade went on for a good 3 minutes.

When Caedmon finally emerged from the bathroom I explained to him that Mommy and Presley needed a little extra sleep today. I was expecting a fight but instead he bounded over to his coloring table with out a word.

A few minutes later he plopped a perfectly folded piece of computer paper in my lap. The outside had a big pink heart drawn on it (a shape he learned how to draw yesterday) and the back had my name (Momy). The inside had two M&M's (I don't know why) and Caedmon's name written in his "fancy" writing. The cutest thing I've ever seen.

Without waiting around for a response he bounded off to the kitchen and started making a major ruckus. After a few minutes of that he came back to the living room with a honey sandwich and a glass of OJ and ceremoniously handed them to me heralding them as my Valentines Day breakfast!

After marveling over the fact that he managed to make a sandwich and glass of juice on his own, I did inform him that it isn't, in fact, Valentines Day. "Mommy's Day?", he asked. Nope. "Oh, well...it's a special day...I know it is...OH! It's Family Clean Up, No Play Day!!", he said.

So today Caedmon has proclaimed that he will be cleaning and helping all day and won't play or watch TV at all. I don't understand it, but I'm not going to waste time questioning it. I'm just along for the ride!

So, being that I've spent the last three months smelling like baby barf and willing myself awake at all hours of the night, today was a very big payoff for me...even if it doesn't seem like much to anyone else.

Good Times With Caedom Continued

::WARNING::
There is a fair amount of boob talk in this edition of "Good Times With Caedom" so if you're at all squeemish about boob talk, feel free to scroll down and look at the picture of my daughters fauxhawk.

While sitting at a stop sign across the street from our church...

Caedmon: That's my church.

Me: Yep.

Caedmon: See that cross on top?

Me: Yep.

Caedmon: That's the real cross that Jesus died on.

Me: Oh yeah?

Caedmon: Yep. It was bigger when he died on it but they shrunk it to put it on top of my church.

While playing with the manual air pump that still hasn't been put away from setting up his pool...

Caedmon: This thing never runs out of air. Just like your boob!

Amanda: Pardon?!

Caedmon: Ya know...with the milk.

While watching an "8 Minute Abs" commercial...

Caedmon: That guy has big boobs because he works out a lot. Is daddy gonna get big boobs like that?

And now for Presley's fauxhawk. Believe me, this is all God given. I don't think I could do this to her hair if I tried!

The Wonderful, The Marvelous, The Bumbo Seat!

Pelkeys, Lamberts, and Dysons*. This post is for you!

This, my friends, is the Bumbo Seat. Every baby needs one. Trust me.





This seat is from South Africa of all places and is one of the best things we've purchased for Miss Priss. This is the only product in the world (and trust me, I have searched. the. world.) that allows an infant under the age of 6 months to sit up w/o assistance. This may not mean much to some of you, but if you have a baby who wants to be sitting up 24 hours a day, this is a huge deal! This seat will pay for itself simply by eliminating all the chiropractor visits I would face if I had to continue to hold my wobbly 3 month old in a sitting position all day! There's all kinds of fun engineering that went into the invention of this seat, but I lack the energy to tell you all about it, so just go the the website if you actually care.

In other news, we (and by "we", I mean Kevin) need to find a job in Lubbock. If we don't we'll certainly be spending a fortune in gas to go play Apples to Apples with Emily and Matt (Matt, you need a blog) every weekend! So y'all be praying for that, K? Because, seriously, I can't do this whole 60+ hour work week thing anymore. I'm starting to feel like a single mom people!

*(Emily, ignore the fact that you watched my daughter scream her ever lovin' head off while we tried out the Bumbo seat at Stella's, K? Thanks)