Dillon Mornings

Every morning on school days Hannah and I pretty much have the same routine. Get up, Get dressed, Get Breakfast, Get washed up, Get on the bus!! She is usually seamless at this. Hannah likes things the same. Dillon and I are a different story. I never know if it is a lightsabre duel morning or a Curious George morning. Sometimes its a hide under the covers and find me morning. Today it's how many different creatures can I make with my new Ben 10 toys. All while new kitty Boots sits and watches every move he makes. They love each other. He drives her nuts, but every morning she just has to see what he is doing, or snuggle with him while he watches a favorite show. We are often late for pre-school because he is having so much fun in morning pajama time that getting dressed for school is just not a priority. That also includes breakfast. Which is usually "eggs and toast please mommy, can I crack the egg?" Always an adventure, mornings with Dillon

Keeping up

Ahh ok I will admit it, my sister with 4, yes I said 4, kids is doing well at keeping up with her blog and I have written one post. So shame on me. Onward though. I am trying to keep up with this theme lately. I am a bad ruminator over things and this does not help one bit.

so it's another wacky wednesday

Wednesday, Hump Day, Middle Day, Wacky wacky Wednesday. Today was quite a on the go day. Besides the regular craziness we did some costume shopping. Now my Hannah loves to trick or treat but usually is completly freaked out by the party stores because of all the spooky stuff. Today was a different story. She chose to be a cat this year (never was a big princess type girlie) but also was playing with every gross, bloody, scary, gorey item in the store and laughing. She even suggested that maybe she should go as a cool devil next year. I guess you never know when those moments are going to hit you as a parent when you say, oh crap, I've left a stage and missed it somehow! Now mind you many of these have already happened for me, but today was definitely a day for that for me. Plus she didn't want several of the costumes, not because she didn't like them, but the "peer" factor and "Mom, I just can't wear that" with that knowing look in her eyes.
I should ground her for doing this two days before I turn 39 and enter my last year in the thirties but somehow I just don't think she will get it. However my own mother must just snicker away inside when I describe these times for myself to her. Of course, being the wonderful mother she is, never a word does she say except I love you, still.