Every child should have an Ahmo

I got the following e-mail this morning from Ahmo:

Mia is building a mud house for the ants in my yard. Love, Ahmo

Thank you so much for being her Ahmo too. Nothing is sweeter.

Just some stuff I want to be able to remind Mia about when she's 18

Mia: Matchmaker, Matchmaker patch me a patch....
Raegan: What's a Matchmaker?
Mia: It's a little lady that, like, you know, makes those sticks with the fire on the end.
Raegan: Why is she patching them?
Mia: Well, you know, they are broken and she needs to patch them.
And seamlessly transitioning to potty-humor, the inevitable ending to most of their conversations.
R: Hey Mia, Root-beer, toot-beer.
M: Hey Raegan, burger sauce.
Both: HAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Me, to myself: Bite your tongue, Summer, bite your tongue.

Cupcake down

I love it when my kid wins cupcakes at a neighborhood cakewalk, especially when it's not our neighborhood, or our cakewalk.
"Hey Mia, did you know you kinda look like a drowned rat. Why do you have such overactive sweat glands? You're really going to hate that someday."

Liberty Fest, exactly 5 minutes before the Great Wind of '09 turned this contraption into a tangled mess of chains and children.
Andy looks a little Chester Molesterish in this pic. Sorry that didn't stop me from posting it, Babe.
This pic had such potential. My bad.

Happy 4th Ya'll

Unfortunately, this little man loves his bed more than his country so I am missing the big show.

More on this day later. Right now, these babies are taking precedent.

Some things just can't be resisted

I have to admit that Mia's latest creation sums up my feelings as of late: A little awkward, confused, and stressed which has led to a blogging dry spell.

It happens.

You aren't a Lashley man without a Yankees cap and a golf club.

And this is Mom's latest sun-dress.

Check out those ginormous flowers. I am starting to resent my kid for having better clothes than I do. I have a problem, I know.

What's a whore, anyway?

Bode's new favorite word: whore.

As in, "Mommy, you whore?"

"More whore, more whore."

"I want whore."

"Whore, whore, whore (with the same inflection as 1, 2, 3....)."

I'm killing myself trying to interpret this. "Bode, do you want to go to the store?" "Is your favorite number four?" "Yes, that's the floor." "Oh, I get it, you want to go out the door." To no avail. I guess it's time I accept the fact that my kid is obsessed with whores. Whatever that means.

I've already tried to think of my response when he starts pointing and yelling it in church. "Oh yes, Bode, Jesus loves everyone, even the whores.

Now wouldn't that just be the cherry on top of my Sunday?

I'm not drunk, this post is just random.

Another summer night, another bed-time ignored, another five cookies and diet dr. pepper consumed while blog stalking.
This is the life. Hello short hair. I love you.

And they love suckers. And I love this stinky little thang. And they better love each other 'cause they have no choice. And how can you not love those sweet little lips?And Gena, these are for you, cause we all love your husband. ...he brings out Mia's inner performer (but who doesn't)..

The more things change, the more they stay the same

I have no idea what that phrase means, really, I just thought it sounded kinda catchy.

On this day last year, Mia with an attitude...

and Bode covered in crap with a paci in his mouth.

And today, Mia with an attitude...

and Bode covered in crap with a paci in his mouth (the crap may not be as obvious but it's there, trust me).

And on another note about change and staying the same, I chopped the dishwater blonde, lifeless, thin, mousy, limp hair off. It was starting to look a little too "religious long" for my taste (if you are growing your hair for the glory of God, by all means continue to do so and please don't send me hate mail. My hair was glorifying no one, trust me.).

And the new me:

Kinda different but kinda the same, hence the title of this post, I guess.

I am officially less sweaty now, and today that is all I cared about.

Dominant genes

Andy or Bode?

The only giveaway is that 1970's couch in the background.

Summer time and the livin's easy

Quotes of the day

There is nothing more entertaining than listening to Raegan and Mia have a serious conversation. Nothing. And like all people of the female persuasion they like to chat while walking through the mall.

Mia (in high pitched squealy voice): Oh Raegan, look at that cute little man-child.
Raegan (completely unphased by Mia calling someone a man-child): Yah, he's real cute.

Raegan (while sitting in the food court eating nuggets from Chik-fil-a): Mia did you know back in the wilderness days people actually ate chickens!?!
Me: Did you know you are eating a chicken right now?
Raegan: Yah, but these have never been alive.
Mia: Thank goodness these have never been alive.

As if it wasn't hot enough...

...this just warms my heart and melts it away. I will never get tired of watching my husband be a Dad.