2. I just had a conversation with my child that shouldn't have been required at such a young age: "Why we don't call women hot." I almost let it go. He said it innocently about the love of his life. I saw the opportunity for a life lesson, though, and returned to his room. I explained that women are not stoves, nor should we objectify them by assigning adjectives like, "hot." I told him he can never go wrong with describing a woman as "beautiful." It's a word that will stand the test of time. I told him stupid boys use the word hot. It's a locker room word and it just seems cheap. I rambled for a good couple minutes only to be rewarded with a blank nod in the end. Whatever, his beautiful wife will thank me someday.
3. That conversation was proceeded by a conversation with Felix about other, harsher words we do not use. During our illness, I let the boys watch Jurassic Park. I didn't realize how...unintelligent some of the language was. Lesson learned. Felix is sneaky. He's been calling Simon some choice phrases at bedtime. The type of phrases that take hot sauce to work out of their vocabulary.
4. Titus pronounces soup, "Shhhoup." It is the greatest of mispronunciations!
5. Someone made the observation that I will be "free" in just three more years. Somehow, having a 5, 8 and 11 year old doesn't seem all that "free," but I assume she meant because all of mine will be in school. That thought actually made me pretty sad. Three years goes by so fast.
6. My baby three years ago: