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!!

Cade's 5th Birthday