I am in t-r-o-u-b-l-e with this one. I will refrain from posting the pictures of him torturing Ford in the yard right after this cheezzze smile. I'm going to have to stay on my knees in prayer. I don't worry about his heart, though. It's big, compassionate, and tender.
Due to having two older brothers, AW knows things they didn't at 5. There is a current song, never mind that I despise the words, in which a guy stupidly sings "I'll catch a grenade for ya," to his "shawty." Another REALLY dumb word that makes me want to puke. There's nothing like turning on Praise music in my car to, in turn, hear my 5 year old baby belt the words, "I'll catch a grenade for ya." Yeah, sure you would, dude. So, anyway, the question presents,
"Mommy, what's a grenade?"
Me(thinking, am I really having to answer this?) "It's sort of a mini bomb that explodes and they use it in war."
Her, "Do daddies die in war?"
Me, "Yes, they do and it's really sad."
Her, "Does the government make them go?"
On a brighter note, I had a session this evening and dropped A dub off w/ my parents. I planned on doing a little mini-session with her b/c I bought some polka dot balloons online(8 bucks for 5) and wanted to use them. We spent 20 minutes in Publix getting them filled with helium(5 bucks) and headed to Mama Sue and Papa's.
I had her all color coordinated and cutesy. Super pumped about this. I tied the balloons to her wrist so they wouldn't blow away when we went outside. Apparently I don't know two toots about tying. The SECOND I positioned her where I wanted her to stand, they were violently ripped from her wrist by the wind and are on their happy way to the moon.
Plan B. Mama Sue's porch swing. I think I love these more than I would have the balloon pics!
Day 98...Mama Sue Rocks!!
...and some of my favs of her swinging...