I asked my son who his hero is and he said, "You mommy". That's all I have for tonight. And tonight I will end with, Ahhhh, motherhood!

Well, the story of the day deals with realizing the value of other peoples property. Do you notice that kids don't know what that means. My 3 yr old son was playing with my headband. He put it on my head and said, "Mommy, you look like Alice (in Wonderland)." Here I am thinking oh he is so cute. Yeah he was cute until I went down stairs and came back up to find he had broken my headband. I proceeded to ask him why he broke the headband and his response was, "Sorry mommy." Well, I was taken in by the puppy dog eyes and the sad voice. I ran into his room and said let me break something of your. Oh, that's when the tears really began rolling. I then came out and told him I broke hi fire engine. For all of you who are thinking that I'm a horrible mother, I didn't really break it. Oh, how I wanted to just to teach him a lesson. Arrgh, motherhood! The adventure continues.

Most of my funny stories seem to come from my 3 yr old son and my trying stories from my 7 yr old daughter. Here goes another one from the 3 yrd old. I made dinner tonight. Let me start off by saying that my son's daycare provider is Spanish, and so far, I think that they make the best rice. So needless to say this story is about rice. I'm a little handicapped when it come to the art of making white rice. Yes, I am a boil in a bag girl. I know what you are all thinking, "How the hell do you mess up bag rice." Well, I can and I did. So the rest of my family eats the rice with no problem, then out of the mouth of the babe come, "Ma, I don't like your rice. It tastes yucky." As my ego takes the hit, I proceed to tell him, "I don't care what it tastes like. If you don't eat it no desert." You know, I really couldn't argue with him. Can I get some rice cooking lesson? Anyone! Everyone! Help! Arrgh, motherhood!

Since I've been gone a while, I guess I have a couple of stories to share. So, as those mothers with boys know, bringing your son into the women's restroom with you is something that just has to be done. Well, here is the story. I was in Washington, DC about a month ago with my husband, my 3 yr old son and my mother. I take my son to the bathroom and while we are in the stall, I tell him to turn and face the door and not to turn round. As you all know, when you tell someone not to do something, the overwhelming need to do it takes over. So, as you can guess, my son turns around. The next thing I know he yells out, "Mommy, you pee from your butt." Horrified that someone heard him, I told told him to turn around because you know I was in midstream and I tried to hurry and finish by business. I left the stall trying not to look at anyone as I see the other mothers in the bathroom looking at me and smiling. That's not the end of this whole ordeal. As we sat in the car with my husband and my mother, my son proceeds to say, "I pee out of my penis and my mommy pees out of her butt. He then asks my mother if she has a penis. Then to make matters worse he says, "My daddy has a biiiggg penis and I have a smalll penis." The spelling of big and small was done for effect because of the emphasis he put on those words when he made the statement. What's a mother to do? My son was just being inquisitive. A bit too inquisitive for my taste. How do you explain these things to a 3 yr old and tell him those questions are best had in the privacy of the home. Now I see how harmless conversations with a child become the basis of a 51A. Arrgh, motherhood.

It's been a while. But that's motherhood. I'm going to truly try to be more consistent when it come to my postings. I've had lots of funny and trying stories but time to post is another whole thing. So check this one out. I bought my son Trio blocks which he loves. He waited for me to eat so we could start building. When I took to long, he said, "Oh, I know what I need, the instructions." I then asked him, "What are you going to do with the instructions? Can you read?" and he told me "Yes". What the heck. How does a 3 yr old even know to go get the instructions, let alone have the mind to say he can read them. Arrgh, motherhood! The journey of joy, pain and absolute laughter continues.