when i was your age...

well, i am finished with day three of my 30 day shred with jillian. she is brutal and its only a dvd!!! my biceps are so tight that i cant straighten out my arms. i have to force them out to stretch them so i dont injure myself. pretty pathetic. i am sore all over, but my upper body is KILLING me!!! i am hoping that the soreness will go away as i continue to work those muscles out more. i already notice a difference (slight, but still a difference). i wish i had taken before and after photos. not that anyone would have really wanted to see them, but you know...

over the weekend, i had printed this recipe from an online blog. it looked so yummy. i made it for sunday night dinner. i showed jesse the picture and he seemed super excited and so did i. i even hyped up the kids, telling them i was going to make a really good dinner. well, i dont know if i did something wrong or what, but it really wasnt that good. it was a tad spicy for my taste and jesse ate it but didnt care for it. i was bummed. my feelings never get hurt if someone doesnt like my cooking, it actually makes me try and do better next time.

anyway, later that night, after dinner, jj tells me (out of nowwhere), "mama, you know how you said that you were making the best dinner ever?!...well, it wasnt." ahhh, honesty. got to love it.

today i overheard a conversation with my daughter and my nephew. it went something like this before i had to intervene and prevent a huge blowup:

E: deedoo (what she calls diego), when i was your age, i used to hold rollypollies. {yeah, random, i know}

D: no ellie, no ellie, ellie no, i am three!!!

E: i know!!! but when i was your age...

D: no ellie, im not age, im three!!!

E: but when i was your age...

D: NO ELLIE, NO!!!! I AM THREE, NOT AGE!!!!

E: DEEDOO!!! WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE...

D: ELLIE!!!!! I AM NOT AGE!!! I AM THREE!!!!

here is where i had to interrupt and change the topic of discussion. seeing that neither one was understanding the other.

it might not read funny, but i was cracking up listening to them.

something that i have learned since jj has been in first grade:

he is filthy!!! filthy dirty. when i pick him up, he has black knees and black streaks across his face like he is in the army. his hair holds up pretty well, but he stinks like wet puppy. i never knew that adding two more hours to school would mean that my son would turn into gi joe!! i used to be able to get away with making jj take his shower every other day, but now it HAS to be an everyday event.