Mean-iac & Psychlopedia

The last two days have surely wearied thin on my patience, but they have been wonderful? (Yeah, that's a question mark.) Each day the kids say the funniest things. And like every parent, I think they deserve airtime.

Today my 6 year old asked if I was a mean-iac? Apparently after my reaction to a word that definitely belongs in 'Urban Dictionary,' he became enthralled with it and wanted to use it in every sentence. My daughter then coined the phrase psychlopedia. That is where facts are found. Crazy facts. I encourage all of you to start using these words incessantly. But know that as you do, I need 5 cents every time. As the words are now property of The Duncan Children's College Fund.

My daughter woke from her nap and came into my bedroom asking if we could lay down together. I stopped what I was doing and laid with her. She wanted me to hold her babydoll for a minute while she had some water. I gave her the babydoll back and then complimented her mothering skills.... which at the age of three are better than mine at 30. She looked at me so serious and asked, 'Who's my baby's daddy?" Trying not to laugh because it induces a mad coughing fit, I told her I wasn't sure. She then reassured me that he was at church because that is where all good daddies go. Know I know what Maury must feel like.

I've also begun to notice that if I acted like a three year old I would for sure be on a 5153 at Ben Taub. She is now walking around being a chicken singing "Mary had a Little Lamb" in chicken clucks. Which sounds pretty awesome. Much better than her rendition of "Jingle Poop."

We are still sick in the H1N1 house. At least the house is uber clean, with the exception of all the germs. I realize that may sound a bit oxy-moronish, but it's not. You'd never know three cold zombies have been livin it up with LEGOs, tissues, and capri sun all weekend. There isn't a straw wrapper to be found on the floor!

It's also Valentine's day. My Valentine is 2000 miles away working his fanny off in L.A. He is such a hard worker. The four days a month he actually works;) It's a shame he makes more money in a weekend then I do in three months. Which is pretty amazing if you put into consideration that he doesn't take his clothes off. I received a beautiful box of tulips from him Friday. My daughter is convinced that Prince Eric from the 'Little Mermaid' sent them to her. Seeing how she can read better than me, it is possible. Hopefully we'll go to dinner when he gets home. We've already discussed that our versions of 'nice' are totally different.

Ending this blog on a high note. No one has peed themselves nor thrown a tantrum. Pretty amazing....