Nice Shoes and a Pretty Backpack

This is going to be a very quick post- hope it makes sense and doesn't have too many errors. Just need to get this down before I forget it and I have only a few minutes right now to do it.

This morning I was laying next to Cade trying to wake him for school. Half asleep he curled up next to me and we snuggled and talked. He is such a sweetie sometimes!
We layed (Is this not a word? Is it lay, or lie, or lyed or lied? My brain is going to mush at this late hour. Anyway,I just noticed the spell check symbol and decided to try it and it does not recognize the work layed- DUMB! with more research at another time I will find out exactly which one if us is the dumb one!) there and talked for a few minutes and one thing I asked was if school was going ok for him. He said it was in fact going a lot better because he was faster now. I knew exactly what he meant. His teacher has said he takes F O R E V E R to get any work done. It's not because he talks and is off task, it is just because Cade is so dang particular. If he cuts something and the edge isn't perfectly straight then he cuts and cuts and cuts until not only is it now straight but it is half the size it should be because he has taken so much off to try to get it perfect. He is like this with coloring and writing as well. His teacher has been working with him so that he will know it doesn't matter if it is perfect it just matters that it is finished. So according to Cade he is doing better at this.
He then said that a bad thing at school is that he doesn't like sitting by Joshua. (When we walk home from the busstop we usually talk about one good thing/positive and one bad thing/negative that happened at school today.)And then he said Joshua's breath is really nasty (while saying this he crinkled up his nose in disgust and used a sort of nasally tone). Cade was very serious when he said this and was very matter of fact. He said he tried to tell Joshua about his stinky breath and the kid just said, "No it doesn't smell nasty." Cade said to me, "I think it smells really nasty so why doesn't he think it does?"
Then on to a new topic...
I asked him if anyone else sits by him and he said a few names, one of which is a darling girl named Alana. I said, "Oh I like her. Don't you? I bet her breath doesn't smell so nasty. She's a cute girl, isn't she?" And he said, "Mom, she was marrying Gabriel but now she's marrying Gage" (I think that was his name) "but maybe they are just gonna date for a while". He's 5 and in kindergarten!!! I didn't even know what it meant to DATE until I was like very old- GEEZ!
Then I asked him which girl was marrying him. He said he was gonna marry Mommy or Cloee, it was too cute.
But then he said, "I kissed Emma". *giggle*giggle*giggle* (We later found out that either Alana kissed Gage on the nose or Gage kissed her on the nose, but Cade couldn't remember who did it to who. So at least he's not the only kindergarten kisser. Let's not forget that his big sister won the title of Kindergarten Kissing Queen! He must've learned from the pro. Small tangent, sorry.)
"Oh you did?"
"Yeah, on the bus. But Miss Taffy (he calls her that even though her name is really Kathy) says there's no kissing on the bus (with another wrinkled nose as if to say 'bummer, huh Mom?')." Carlee walked in at this time and Cade is still giggling, as am I. Carlee asked why we were laughing and Cade says, "Cuz I kissed Emma on the bus". Right away Carlee started shooting off a million questions right away, just like a nosy older sister would! "Where did you kiss her?!? Why did you kiss her?!?" He says, "I kissed her on both cheeks because she had nice shoes and a pretty backpack."
So that's all it takes, huh? I think I might buy myself some nice shoes and a pretty purse and walk past Will and see how he reacts!!!

Number 3

The other day Cade was shooing me out of the bathroom. He said, "hurry and get out Mommy because I gotta go just number 1". I started teasing him and said, "oh, not number 2? Just number 1?" He repeated that he just had to go number 1 and I asked him what number 3 was and he replied, "Number 1 is pee, number 2 is poo, and number 3 is green poo but I don't have to poo so I don't have to do number 2 or number 3!" He was so serious in the conversation I had to walk away to laugh. It's funny because we have never called it 'going number 1 or number 2' so I guess he heard it somewhere else.

My tummy has a headache

"Mom I can't eat that 'cuz what if it gives my tummy a headache like I had last time?"

(I was offering him the rest of a Gerber fruit leather that I had tried to give Cloee to see if she would/could eat it and this was his reply. Apparently the fruit leather didn't look so appealing. He did in fact have a really terrible tummy ache yesterday.)

The other day in the car we were listening to the song "Ghostbusters". Then we turned it off and it was very quiet. All of the sudden Cade started a conversation that went like this:
Cade: Mom, are the Ghostbusters real people?
Mommy: No, honey they aren't real. Ghosts aren't real either. It's just a made up song from a movie. Why do you ask?
Cade: Cuz I wanna call them but they didn't tell the phone number in the song.
Mommy: Why do you want to call them?
Cade: So they will come and BUST Carlee.
Mommy: But they only bust ghosts.
Cade: I will do something like put a white sheet on her so they will think she is a ghost. I just really want them to bust her.
Mommy: Well they aren't real. Sorry son.
Cade: Awwww Shucks!

Bath Time!

Long boobs

I take a bath nearly every night before bed- my time to relax. Cade woke up and had to go potty and somehow decided he would walk clear to my bathroom. He found me in the bathtub and was talking to me as I soaked. At some point he looked at my boobs (totally empty after just nursing Cloee before she went to bed) and asked why my boobs were so long. Immediately I wrote a quick note to self: when your 5 year old son sees your boobs and thinks they look weird, you might want to think seriously about getting them fixed! Maybe that boob job is a possibility. Will has asked me if I wanted one but I always said that I would rather have this or that done instead (I won't tell you what my flaws are because then you will look at them the next time you see me!) I have never been against getting one, I just haven't thought a whole lot about it. My boobs were always huge throughout high school and college and clear up until after I had Carlee. Then maybe from nursing they got small- like 2 sizes smaller, at least. I loved having small boobs after that. But I never have liked how they look naked. Will doesn't care which is nice, but I do. So, if you ever see me and all of the sudden they look really nice and round and beautiful then that means I just had my boobs done.

Where's my little woman?

A few weeks ago Cade came up to me while I was loading the dishwasher and asked, "Mommy, where's my little woman?" He was so serious. I played dumb and asked who his little woman was and he replied by saying, "my little woman is Cloee". Like duh!!