Overheard

7:07pm in the kitchen - kids are upstairs getting ready for bed.

Devlyn appears, holding mouth wide open. "Am I bleeding?"

Me: "No. Why? Did your tooth fall out ?!?

Devlyn: "No. Blake punched me in the face b/c I wouldn't let him lick my belly button."

Me: Pour glass of wine.

Sad News

After 5 or 6 good years, it is finally time to lay our trusty Lightning McQueen "crocs" to rest. Bought at Walmart in 2007, they have dutifully provided both boys with infinite fun and unbelievable wear. I never imagined $12 of foam rubber, which seemed pricey at the time, would take us this far. As Blake stared down at his toes poking out of the holes worn through by other, ever-growing toes this morning, he declared sweetly and innocently, "Mommy, I think these shoes are too small for me. I need new ones." I felt like laughing and crying at the same time :). Well traveled and loyal to the end, we bid you goodnight oh red, Lightninged ones. Godspeed Lightning McQueen "crocs"!! Fare thee well.