Last weekend we went to Portland so the boys could do some business. We stayed at my wonderful, generous, fun, happy, organized (and Mari, the list goes on -- I think you're great!) sister-in-law's house and had a nice, relaxing time. The weather was so fantastic -- it was 60+ degrees and sunny! Hey, when you're used to 40 being a nice day, 60 was awesome.
I didn't take any pictures but I wanted to jot down a couple of funny things.
I went for a walk with my niece and her friend. She kept saying "the yellow fire hider" when she meant fire hydrant.
I gave them a piece of gum and her friend asked me what I do when I'm done. Here is the basic conversation:
Me -- I just spit it out.
Hunter -- Oh, I swallow it.
Me -- Oh.
Hunter -- But then I get worried that it will hook onto my lung and something else and pull them together.
Me -- That won't happen. It will just come out in your poop.
Hunter -- Oh.
So, if you ever want me to tell it straight to your kid, send him over. After that my niece asked me how I feed Morgan under the blanket. I was going to tell her but instead I told her to go ask her mom. I have my limits.
3 days ago