Twice today Cooper has walked into a room where I was sitting, gave a great big sigh and said…

“I give up on love.”

Poor boy, if he’s giving up at four it’s going to be a LOOOOOONG hard life!

(Cooper observing his Uncle Jon giving a little love. Congratulations on graduating Jon!)

Have you ever given up on love????

Charlie after the race.

Charlie is in Track and Field this year, I don’t know if I told you all or not.

I love that he is being active and healthy but I am glad the season is almost over.

 Track takes a lot of time and gas and there is an incredible amount of waiting.

What do Cooper and I do while we’re waiting?

I know you want to know.

Well, we FLY! Of course!

What do you do while your waiting?

Cooper is going through a stage… I PRAY that it’s a stage. 

He is more then a little stubborn and rude. I keep reminding him to be nice or be polite but…

Yesterday he was wearing his Spiderman costume, which he does often, he insists on it. We were in a restaurant and the owner looked at Cooper and said  “Well hello Spiderman!” and Cooper yelled at him… “I’m Cooper! This is a costume. I’m NOT Spiderman. I’m was pretending!” I apologized. I made Cooper apologize. Then I commented to Ben that I hope  Cooper grows out of the stage soon. Ben assured me that he would and then he reminded me of the stages our other children have gone through…

Isabelle had a fear of weather and natural disasters. All of the New Orleans stuff was happening around the time she was four. That one wasn’t horrible, it just took some reassuring and some  talks about rolling with the things life throws at you. I also believe she had a disaster escape plan, but it wasn’t really easy to understand as it was written/drawn in the language of four year old.

Charlie was obsessed with death. Yup… death. He had planned his head stone, he wanted Transformers instead of flowers. He wondered about how people died and when and why. The kicker was one day when he was standing in a line near an old woman with a cane and he turned to her and said “Are you waiting to die?”  I think Ben almost fell over from embarrassment.

I think I can handle a little rudeness… Still I hope it passes soon.

What stages have YOU had to deal with?

Cooper and I had to go for a drive today.

Cooper, I want a picture of the tree… Cooper could you… COOOPER!

This tree… I keep thinking I can get a better shot of… for some reason I am always disappointed.

This is my in the ditch tree…

This winter I took this picture of it and then slid into the ditch when I tried to leave.

I like this shot I think… I like the frame the branches make…

I like it more with the red filter.

What do you think?

On the way home we found this girl. She was posing so pretty like a super model…

Unfortunately she had ME who has a new camera and still doesn’t know how to USE it…

She only stuck around for five shots before she left, unfortunately it was on the fifth shot I figured out I need to turn off my auto focus so that I could get the camera to focus on HER instead of the branches.

What a yutz I am…

Any ideas on how I can capture the tree so that it is a BETTER picture?!?

Or should I just give it up?

The Easter Bunny was busy this morning.
So was I,  working at the bakery at three a.m. to help fill all of the Easter orders.

His job looks like it was more fun then mine…

Although mine wasn’t bad… just busy.

He put out 16,000 eggs for the hunt, it was more like a slaughter in my opinion…

The eggs just LAYED there.

Isabelle the mighty egg hunter.

We waited an hour for something that took the kids twelve minutes to finish…

but they had fun.

I got to play with my camera a little…

That was nice.

Cooper filled his bucket, and when he was done he said “My bucket’s full! I WON!”

That was nice…

Charlie with his best friend T and Isabelle, sneaking into the picture…

They got to be the Three Stooges…

That was nice…

We did a little swinging and then I went home and took a nap!

That was nice!

I hope your weekend is shaping up to be as nice as mine!

What are your thoughts on Easter dinner?

Is it a eat at home full family affair or a buffet out event for you?

This morning I was threading a needle to mend the tail on my daughters tiger suit, it was a long, thick, black thread. As  I was struggling to get it in the eye of the needle Cooper walked up to me and said “What’s that? Nose hair?”

In the breif moment it took me to  giggle  and wonder if he thought it was MY nose hair. He looked at his father and said “Daddy is that your nose hair?”

Well, alright then…

His favorite ride…

Until he’s a little older though Mama has to drive.

We were standing in the driveway tonight while Ben was mowing the lawn. I noticed Cooper had a small scratch on his foot that was bleeding.

Me- “Oops you have a boo boo! When Daddy gets done he will put you in the sink and clean it and make it feel better.”

Cooper gasping as he notices the small trickle of blood on his foot. “OH A BOO BOO!” His lip comes out and concern is on his little face. “Will it have to come off?”

Me-”The boo boo? No daddy will clean it up and put a bandaid on it.”

Cooper- Still very concerned, clutching his foot to his tummy, a small wavering in his voice ”My foot! Will my foot have to come off?!?”

Me-”No sweetie Grandpa is just kidding when he says that. We will wash it up and it’ll be good as new.”

Cooper-”OH good!” goes back to riding his tricycle…

FOR THE RECORD-

They can NEVER spend too much time with Grandpa… Even if he does threaten to cut off random digits or appendages!

Sitting at the breakfast table watching my two oldest monsters getting ready for school my three year old, Cooper, will often climb into my lap and lay his head against my chest to observe the hustle and bustle.

This morning he leaned back, looked at me  and said  “You got nice boobies Mommy.”

To which I replied “Well thank you.” 

“I don’t have boobies.” he said with a smile, “I like boobies.”

I am not sure if I should be concerned or grateful.

  Over heard while the monsters where playing in their room.

Charlie: “Cooper get on that bed and stay there!”

Cooper: “NO!”

Charlie: “Now! I’m counting to four! One…two…three… Good! Now stay there!”

Cooper looking down safely from his perch high above on the bunk bed: “Or WHAT?”

Charlie: “Or I’ll count to five!”

Cooper: “oh” whispered with some gravity as if this was the worst punishment in the world…

I love kids.