One for George Lucas

Below is a conversation I had with Grant not too long ago...

Me = So, what do you and your new friends do at recess?
Grant = Me and Nick and Owen play Star Wars!
This is news to me! We are not a Star Wars family. Well, Kerry is into it. I just never cared for it.
Me = You do? How do you play Star Wars if you don't know what it is?
Grant = They tell me what to do, and I do it.
That sounds scary.
Me = Well, that sure is nice of them to help you play.
Grant = And guess what,Momma! I am the bestest and the strongest character, too!
Me = You are? Which character are you?
And here's the best part where he proudly boasted... Wait for it....... Wait for it........ Wait for it........ It's worth it.........
Grant = I'm Maurice!!!!

And this is where I laughed my buns off! Although I do not know much about Star Wars, I feel pretty confident when I say there is NOT a character named Maurice. But I think it's safe to assume that if there WAS a "Maurice", he would be the "bestest" and the "strongest"!

Let Sleeping Babies Lie ~ especially two-year-old babies

It has finally happened. Rhett has turned into a two-year-old. I was beginning to think that we had somehow outsmarted the tantrum gods because those famous Terrible Two's had yet to set up shop in the Kilgore house....... until a week ago when Rhett threw a fit beyond what I thought he was capable of and I immediately knew I was not as lucky as I had hoped.

Rhett was sent to his room last night during dinner because he refused to stop grunting angrily at us. I know - he's so vicious! After five minutes, we were surprised to hear complete silence coming from his corner of the house where an even bigger I'm-in-trouble-and-mad-about-it fit should've been taking place. I peeped in to check on him and found this =
Maybe the angry growling wasn't necessarily because he's two. Maybe he was just tired (this time)... Kerry scooped him up and put him in bed. We didn't hear from him again until seven o'clock the next morning.

And did you notice that sweet baby tooshie in the air? HOW do they sleep like that? I think it would hurt my back.

Little Boys Only

I have to share what I stumbled upon last night when I was going to put the boys in bed. Now, stumbling upon anything when dealing boys (especially Grant) can be like walking into a dark room full of creepy crawly things that you can't get away from. But, this time, this stumble landed me in laughter instead of sending me screaming the other direction in frustration whilst shaking my fists in the air.

The boys had been playing in Grant's room for quite a while just as happy as could be. There was no screaming, no crying, no yelling, and I'm pretty sure nothing was being thrown (b/c I would have heard it hit the walls/door). I was so proud of them, and I just hated to break up the party, but that's a mom's job, right?

I turned the corner to go into Grant's room and..... Hmmmmmm. What is this?????


Take a closer look...
Yip. It's a sign telling Kerry and me to stay out. I guess it was just a playtime for little boys only.

That's my Grant. And this is just another example of the millions of reasons to love him.