Back seat driver, Polly, and more friends

(How's that for a random title?)

I was hurrying to drive somewhere earlier this week when Scott exclaimed, "Mommy! Slow down!" When I asked him why, he said, "Because you're going too fast on this road." Eek! He was right.

Then, the other day, I pulled to the opposite lane to allow plenty of room for a man out walking. Scott quickly thought he needed to remind me..."Drive on the other side, Mommy!"

I told Jon these stories, and he was proud of our little backseat driver. However, today Scott told Jon that he needed to use his turn signal. I'm not sure if Jon thought this was quite as cute! :)

Scott took his turn with strep last week, and informed me one night of this, "I need another train that will help me remember to not cry and to swallow my medicine without spitting it out." For the record, he's an excellent little medicine taker. His sister on the other hand...not so much.


Playing in a "tent" together


I remember a nursery rhyme from my childhood that goes likes this...
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.

Sukey takes it off again,
Sukey takes it off again,
Sukey takes it off again,
They've all gone away.


Look familiar? Well, this rhyme comes to mind frequently as I go about my day.

For example, you know the neat dividers for the silverware drawer? It seems like every other time I open the drawer, all of the big and little spoons are stacked in one big pile and all of the big and little forks are grouped in another pile. I divide them back into four slots, but next time I open the drawer, they are back in two stacks. AHHHH!!!

The decorative pillows on the couch seem to be another great example of this. No matter how often I neatly place them on opposite ends of the couch, they get moved elsewhere. Similarly, no matter how many times I put Natalie's socks on her cold little feet, she will always take them off again. I'm sure all moms (or perhaps wives) have some of the same type of moments. Just call me Polly.


Finally, remember what I was saying about our abundance of stuffed animals? Well, my parents were at a bookstore last weekend, and the store was giving out free stuffed birds. Needless to say, Scott and Natalie now have new little friends. Scott's named his Tweety. Natalie wants to sleep with hers. No further comment.