Monday, February 28, 2011

My Chivalrous Little Man

Chay loves his mommy. A lot. He has my back and looks after me like my little man.

Chay likes to take his time at things, just like his dad. Its an annoying habit because he's slow. To get him  moving, E likes to say, "the last one there is a rotten egg!" For some reason, I am always in the back of the line, and this bothers Chay immensely. He refuses to let me be the rotten egg. If he thinks I will be, he yells, "Mommy, hurry! You need to beat daddy, you can't be the rotten egg!" Sometimes he'll even fall on the sword for me and be the rotten egg.

The other day, he didn't realize I was in last place when Daddy yelled, "Last one in the house is a rotten egg!" Chay stopped, gasped in horror, and grabbed my waist before stepping over the threshold. At the exact same time. Once inside, he said, "Now Mommy, neither of us are the rotten egg cuz we bof came thwough the door at the same time!"

Over the weekend, someone dropped a glass on the tile floor, which sent glass shreds all over the kitchen. While cleaning up the mess, I stepped on a tiny piece of glass and it is still wedged up in the ball of my foot. I was complaining about it when Chay asked what happened. I explained, and he sat down on the couch, tapped the seat next to him and said, "Mommy, sit down. I'll get it out for you." He sat there, analyzed my foot, dug around (it tickled) and claimed he found it and saved my foot. The glass is still there, but its the thought that counts.

If he keeps this up, he's going to be a good man when he grows up.

Friday, February 18, 2011

The Desert

Charlotte reached record heat today. And this is what Ray had to say about it:

Ray: Mommy, its so hot! Its like the desert! It was 76 degrees today. So hot! I am sweating.

Me: What are you talking about? You lived in Florida for the 5 of your 6 long years. This is winter weather.

Ray: No, Mommy, this is desert hot. I am melting.

This conversation was held at 7 pm when it was approximately 65 degrees. I guess my Florida girl has turned into a Northerner.

Monday, February 14, 2011


We recently took a spontaneous trip to Florida. I woke up at 7 a.m. and decided I was tired of being cold, so I texted E and said we were picking up Ray from Kindergarten at school at 2:30 and were going to be on 77 S by 2:35.

While we were at the beach on our first evening for a sunset, Chay decided it would be fun to randomly start punching Papa. Papa was laughing but respectfully asked him to refrain from punching him. He didn't, so E pulled him aside and had a little talk with him.

After the talk Chay came up and gave me a big hug and said he was sorry to ME. I didn't really understand what was happening until E piped up, "Not to Mommy, apologize to Papa!"

Chay responded, "But why? Papa's still happy with me!"