Having Your Cake

Yesterday when we were packing, I asked Noah to come and help me with his toys. He refused, and told me it would be boring. I told him to just come and help me, it will be a piece of cake. He said, "Yeah, a really hard one, that you have to cut with a saw."

More Noah

Noah went to play at his friend's house. When I went to pick him up he told my that he played with a cool puzzle, and could I buy him one, please. I asked him where his friend got it. He said, "On the internet." I said okay, I will asked his mom and find out which website. Noah said to me, "I think you just type www.coolpuzzles.com. I'm sure they sell them there."

Wrong. Just, wrong.

For all of you who need a laugh today, read this:

http://kryptonsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/goinggreen.html

If You Would Have Been Thinking, You Wouldn't Have Thought That.

I have been thinking. And reading blogs. And wasting time, in general. But back to the blog reading, I often read a blog called Diet Cake. It's full of humor, fun, and great tips for healthy eating. You should check it out (side note: I'm sure that all three of you reading this already check it out. I’m just giving credit and all that). Anyway, one or two of the posts I read a while back (months, actually) have had me thinking. The posts are about making plans to achieve health and weight loss goals, and contain a quotation from Anderson Cooper that states, "Hope is not a plan." What I got out of reading these posts is this: no matter what I do, I will never accomplish anything unless I move past the "I hope" stage and actually do something: Make a Plan.

Okay, a small admission, I am actually good about making plans. I have plans. I have life plans, plans for my children, and plans to lose weight. I like to plan, think about the plan, and spend a little more time thinking about the plan. What I lack is the actual doing part of the plan. I'm truly going to work on the doing part of my efforts for my 2009 resolution. I am, honestly. After I think about it for a little while.

However, my point today is this: wouldn't it be fantastic if you could actually think or your plans into reality? I could think myself healthy, strong, and wealthy, not living in Paraguay, organized, clean, and the mother of four perfectly perfect children. Also, I would have beautiful, flowing, artistic-looking, and legible handwriting, be able to run an eight minute mile for more than three miles, and cook delicious, nutritious meals every night. And then, all that thinking and time wasting I've been doing lately would really pay off.

You Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means.

Last week Noah and my nephew, Bennett stayed with me while the rest of the boys stayed with my brother and sister-in-law. I was having a lazy morning, reading in bed, when I overheard this conversation:

Bennett: “What was that noise?” after the furnace had kicked on. “Was it wain?”

Noah: “Do you mean Wayne, my mom’s dad?”

Bennett: “You mean Grandpa?”

Noah: “Yeah.”

Bennett: “No, you know the stuff that falls from the sky?”

Noah: “Oh, you mean wain.”

Funny, funny boys. They were great to have with me for the day. I was highly entertained.