And We're Outta Here

I've been neglecting our blog for so long I only recently realized I hadn't announced that we're moving yet. On the first of July we'll be driving our new minivan and a big moving truck to Grosse Pointe (yes, like movie), Michigan. It's where we originally wanted to go and we're happy we'll still get to live there and really grateful we got to experience living in Brooklyn this past year. We love it here and we're going to miss so many things. But when I think about the extra space and, oh boy, a second bathroom I can't wait for July to get here. The actual packing and driving there part I could do without. But since I can't avoid it much longer I better get back to it.

Extended Quote of the Day

I keep thinking I'll remember a funny thing the kids said and add it later but then I inevitably forget it so I'm not letting that happen this time. Here are two gems.

I love that my husband's only response to me saying at 10:30pm that I'm giving into obesity as I reach for yet another pint of ice cream is "Yes! Finally. Now I don't have to feel guilty myself." I think he'd love me if I were 300 lbs. But I don't plan to test that theory.

Tonight as I was putting Desitin on Jarom for the worst diaper rash he's ever had, He was complaining about me blowing on him. I apologized sorrowfully, explaining that it would feel better soon. Just doing what any mom would do when they see their child in pain. And Jarom responds, "Don't say sorry. You didn't give me an ouchie."

Wow. Men really don't grow into Martians. They're actually born there. How else is it that my 2 year old responds to my sorry-as-in-I'm-sorry-for-your-pain-not-admitting-to-any-responsibility the same way my husband does?