Ramblings

My big girl and I were having a conversation about her little friend, we'll call her Hannah, when she told me, "Mommy, Mommy, Hannah's mommy's name is Mommy too, just like yours!" Then she moved on to Soccer Dad, "Daddy, Hannah's daddy's name is Daddy too!" Too cute, can she please stay this precious forever and ever? I'm so glad God blessed me with this little person in my life.

"Bapa's so cute"
"Bapa's silly"

-Big Girl

I have the most wonderful hot dog song stuck in my head (thanks Mimi). Let me sing it for you...

Hot dogs,
Armour Hot Dogs,
What kind of kids like Armour Hot Dogs?
Fat ones, skinny ones,
kids who climb on rocks,
tough ones, sissy ones,
even kids with Chicken Pox!
Hot dogs,
Armour Hot Dogs,
The kind of dogs kids love to bite!

Okay, I'll stop now.

Soccer Dad is going to install laser beams on top of our fridge.





What?


You want to know why?

I lied he's not actually going to install them, but is drawing up plans to install them, well, he's not doing that either, just wishes he could to keep those furry felines off. Their hair, leaves, dirt, etc. keeps dropping down into the ice and shelves of the freezer, gross! Not to mention the fact that their tails and paws have been closed in the door multiple times, good thing their not lizards.

Hot dogs! Armour hot dogs! I'm really done this time. This is how my brain works, I'm thinking of what I'm typing and suddenly the song strikes out of nowhere.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8