I'm A Genius!

Lately, no matter what I do, Jack tells me I'm a genius. I fixed him a bowl of cereal for breakfast and he says, "Thanks mom! You a genius, mom!" I hope he still thinks that when he's older.

I can't get my pictures to download. So, I will leave you with one of Jack and Danny's friend. He and his wife and their little girl came over last month. Jack had so much fun with him. You guys can come over anytime!

Yesterday...

Little boy: Mom, I want super-powers.
Me: Huh?
Little boy: I want super-powers.
Me: Um, okay. ZAP! There you have them now.
Little boy: Thanks mom!!

Happy Valentine's!!

This little guy will be my date for the day.

Every January 31st Jack and I go to the cemetery and release balloons. Jack drew a picture and we put it inside. Jack was more interested in playing in the snow.

Yes, that is a checkered flag balloon you see. Doesn't everyone like Nascar?

I know Jack's birthday is still 3 months away. But, I can't help but start thinking of how we're going to celebrate. Jack loves the color green. So, I would love to do this. However, I know we'll end up doing this. Love that boy!

Happy Anniversary...

you crazy kids!! We love you both so much!!

Why I love Pittsburgh

Football is like a religion there. Click here.

3 Years Later...

and I still miss him. Really miss him.

Bath Time Conversation

Jack: Momma, I sad.
Me: Why is my baby sad?
Jack: I lost my dad.
Me: Oh, Jack. Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack...your dad loves you. He misses you so much.
Jack: Momma, no wash my hair tonight, okay?
Me: Okay. I love you.
Jack: I glad you're here, momma. I serious. (It's his new thing he says.)
Me: I'm glad you're here too, buddy.

Note to Self:

Check the printer before printing. There just might be a thermometer inside. Thanks, Jack, for your help. I really really appreciate it.

Check it Out

Go here. It couldn't be more true. It made me smile.

In Case You Haven't Heard

The Steelers are going to the Super Bowl! Jack and I had fun watching the championship game together last night. He really got into it. *Take note dad/brothers...I do let Jack watch football. I just don't want him to play.* Every time a tackle was made Jack would shout, "Oh, come on! No more falling down! Go see the doctor!" I didn't even have to tell him what team to cheer for...he kept telling me the wellow team was the winner.