My son is very smart (every mother says this about her children so I might as well enjoy my entitlement). He is only 4 but he has always had a knack for asking good questions and is satisfied by only believable answers. We pride ourselves on honesty so that “believable answer” always contains the truth but not necessarily more truth then is absolutely required. Case in point: For a year we got away with calling a certain, frequent and noticeable neighborhood visitor, “the music truck”.

I thought I’d share my 4 year olds favorite lunch sandwich with you all this week. Those of you feeling a bit adventurous might want to give it a try. You put peanut butter on one slice of bread, grape jelly on the other (nothing new here) and in the middle you place a slice of cheese and a few slices of ham. He invented it, he LOVES it and has eaten it every day for lunch for the past few weeks.

If any of you are like me you love buying cards. Actually, if your anything like me you have three kids and you used to love buying cards. I remember the good old days when a friend and I would go to Hallmark and spend too much time reading, laughing, picking out cards. It was relaxing. I enjoyed finding those perfect cards to give to people. I enjoyed it so much that I would eagerly try to come up with people whose birthdays or special days were approaching somewhere in the next month.

Mothers Day is coming soon and it has got me thinking about the many things I didn’t know about motherhood before I became a mom. There really is no way to mentally prepare. I remember the day after my first child was born sitting in the hospital filling out paperwork. When I saw the line for Mother I honestly thought, “That’s odd, I wonder why they need to know my mom’s name.

My son’s Sunday School teacher approached me on Sunday and said that my son has invited her to our house several times and wanted to know if it would be ok if she and her teenage daughter stopped by for a bit on Tuesday. I told her of course and made arrangements to get in touch the next day. I e-mailed her on Monday and told her I didn’t want her to feel obligated to come over.

We are THAT family is hosting a blog carnival which lets us share some flashback pictures and anecdotes. I thought I would use this as an excuse to pull one of my countless unphotogenic pictures from the archives. Maybe they can finally be put to good use. My husband and I are high school sweethearts. We went to a small Christian school with only 44 students in our graduating class. Because our last names were on opposite ends of the alphabet we never had home room together.

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Keeping three kids happy while waiting at the doctors office is a difficult task. Usually we get through the waiting room without a problem… the kids can rearrange the chairs, roll around on the floor, take magazines off of the shelf and occasionally sit quietly in my lap and read a book. It’s that tiny examination room that presents the problem. I know they keep the place clean but the bottom line is that doctors offices are where sick people go and I would rather we keep our germs to ourselves.

My oldest and youngest had well visits today. Our trip to the pediatrician’s office was a circus act in and of itself. I made the appointment for 8:30a.m. The nice thing about early appointments is that we don’t have to wait long in the waiting room. The hard part is that it takes an insane amount of work to get the three kids fed, dressed (they can’t exactly show up in dirty underwear and pjs) and in the minivan by 8:10…not to mention the fact that I usually try to look presentable myself which means I have to actually shower and do something with my hair.

….Flushed Poop….. Yes, you read that correctly and if bathroom talk/humor is not your thing, then I suggest you skip this post. The following incident actually occurred in my house today. Sometimes I wonder, “What will I write about in my blog today?” Or I worry if I will have enough stuff to write about to keep blogging far into the future… then things like this occur, and I think, “Well, that’s today’s post!