It's just not going to work out

Lately G has been telling his "girlfriends" that he is dumping them. He has gone from the secretary at his school, to his parapro, among others from day to day. His parapro asked him if he had dumped her for the secretary and that is how he came to start using the term. I told him that telling them he was dumping them was not a nice way to say it and suggested that he say, it's just not working out between you and me. I told him that on several occasions and thought it was a lost cause until tonight. We were sitting at dinner in Bela Roma when he suddenly took an interest in our waitress. He called out to me in the sweetest little voice and I asked him what he wanted. He looked at me with compassion accompanied by the slightest little smile and said, "Mommy, I just don't think it's going to work out between you and me." Not only did I get dumped; but he did it in a public place so I couldn't make a scene. Ha Ha--too precious.

It's just not going to work out

Lately G has been telling his "girlfriends" that he is dumping them. He has gone from the secretary at his school, to his parapro, among others from day to day. His parapro asked him if he had dumped her for the secretary and that is how he came to start using the term. I told him that telling them he was dumping them was not a nice way to say it and suggested that he say, it's just not working out between you and me. I told him that on several occasions and thought it was a lost cause until tonight. We were sitting at dinner in Bela Roma when he suddenly took an interest in our waitress. He called out to me in the sweetest little voice and I asked him what he wanted. He looked at me with compassion accompanied by the slightest little smile and said, "Mommy, I just don't think it's going to work out between you and me." Not only did I get dumped; but he did he use the breakup line I taught him but he also dumped me in a public place so I couldn't make a scene. Ha Ha--too precious.

Lori, Lori, Lori

G said the funniest thing in church this morning. The congregation was singing Holy, Holy, Holy during praise and worship time. We just happened to be sitting next to my friend Lori and when we got to the part of the song that says, "Glory, glory, glory" G looked at me and said, "Mommy I know who we are singing about." I was thrilled and thought what a precious spiritual child I have only to be pleasantly surprised when I asked him who the song was about. He looked at me and in the sweetest little voice said, "Miss Lori, we are singing about Miss Lori." These precious little things I am experiencing mean so much to me. I know that soon they will scatter like leaves in the wind as he grows.

Lori, Lori, Lori

G said the funniest thing in church this morning. The congregation was singing Holy, Holy, Holy during praise and worship time. We just happened to be sitting next to my friend Lori and when we got to the part of the song that says, "Glory, glory, glory" G looked at me and said, "Mommy I know who we are singing about." I was thrilled and thought what a precious spiritual child I have only to be pleasantly surprised when I asked him who the song was about. He looked at me and in the sweetest little voice said, "Miss Lori, we are singing about Miss Lori." These precious little things I am experiencing mean so much to me. I know that soon they will scatter like leaves in the wind as he grows.

Strawberry Picking

Today was a wonderful spring day. It was the perfect Saturday. J, G and I went strawberry picking. It was so much fun. We set G up between two rows so that he could easily reach the berries. He squatted down and picked one strawberry before proudly announcing, "Okay, I picked strawberries, let's go ride the train." Contrary to his wishes we actually picked more than one berry, as you can see from the photos. We then enjoyed a delicious bowl of strawberry ice cream before heading to the train for a ride.

The train was an adorable, homemade creation that was constructed from plastic barrels that were attached to handtrucks and connected to a lawnmower. I was initially concerned about letting G ride the train because it lacked seatbelts. After a quick appraisal of the situation I determined that there was no way I would fit into the tiny train cars. We decided to go ahead and let G ride with us walking along beside the train holding his hand. G loved the ride and did extremely well balancing himself.

We made great memories today. Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyday could be Strawberry Picking Day.