The things they come up with

Here's some of the highlights of the things my children have said in the past few weeks:

When I was strapping Bean into his carseat and explaining he no longer got the privelage of buckling himself in he said "That's not cool."

When we were going down the interstate (Wes was driving) Bean realised no one had buckled his bottom buckle (it was one of those moments where we each thought the other had done it) he started panicing, kicking his legs, breathing hard and nearly crying, I turned around and promptly secured him. He looked at me and with a sigh of relief said "Me freak out."

Eliya said randomly as we were going down the road "Wouldn't it be cool if cupcakes grew on trees and apples grew on power lines?" I laughed and she said "Are you going to put that on your blog?" I said yes...

Baby answers uh-huh (yes) and uh-uh (no) although he doesn't really know what that means, he just knows to answer your question. The other day a girl from church was holding him and he was getting squirmy. I heard her asking, "Do you want to get down, do you want to play, do you want...etc." I had to rescue her so I asked if he was just answering uh-uh, she said yeah adn I told her that was the only thing he knew how to say.

We were talking to bran about going to church and were naming the kids in his class. When we asked if he would see then he usually answered no when we aske if he was going to see Emma, he saig "Yeah, Emma loves me."

We were watching a move the other night and when the title came up on the screen I leaned over to tell Eliya what it said, she looke d at me annoyed and said with the most condesending voice "I can read."

I asked Isaiah if he was a boy or a girl he said "Me not boy, me not gee-ill, me bean."

To get out of trouble Bean has learned to say "Me not [insert offencive habbit] anymore."

This morning, Bean woke up crying, I ran to get him adn when he calmed down, I asked what was wrong. he said "Dinosaur come out my ear." What a weird dream.

Ahhh, Blogging

Blogging is one of my creative outlets. I'm over a lot of the ways I've expressed my creativity in the past. This is fantastic b/c it's a free medium that allows me to think, analize and share. When I do anything artsey fartsey it is all coming fron the heart. There is very little forethought or planning. I get usually part of an idea in my head, but the rest of it is how I feel and what looks good at the moment. With blogging, I have a more concrete idea a larger audiance and there's a lot less gut instinct. I like being anilitical and I love painting word pictures. I love to make you feel what I'm feeling, to bring you inside my head a little bit.

I'd love to take classes adn become a writer. Really. It would be awesome to write a book or articals for magazines. I have a lot to say about a lot of subjects...I think I could do it. I just need to be more polished. Maybe I'll find some publisher who loves it though...my raw insightful style and I'll have some book and go promote it on the Today Show. I'll use my time to not speak about my book, but to tell them their brand of Liberal opinions packaged neetly between weather segments is anything but news...then I'll have tons of interviews...like that guy...oh what's his name, it starts with a K...Kanya West...I have no idea if I spelled that right...he's the guy who was a political rapper and then after Katrina he was on CNN and said Bush didn't like black ppl so all of a sudden he's everywhere, doing interviews with everyone...that would be cool. Did anyone see that btw? I watched it live and Mike Meyers was standing there, they were doing some public service telethon something and theye were reading parts off the teleprompter...Mike Meyers was stunned, he didn't know if he should continue reading or run away...it was hilarious.

Oh well, one of he little buggers who only napped about 45 minutes is crying. No more blogging for me...

So, it will come to no surprise that I am a pack rat. Not a crazy one or a hording pack rat...I just like to keep things around "just in case" I usually find a need for all that stuff and am therefore justified which only encourages my stashes to remain close at hand. This behavior has recently leached it's way to the computer.

I have an unnesisarily large number of emails in my in box. I won't put a number on it, but think of what you'd consider a lot of emails, then think of what you'd consider a crazy amount of emails, multiply that by 2 or 3, depending on whether you estimate high or low and that's probably how many I deleted last week when I realized how many were actually in there...mind you I didn't even delete a third...I may need those...[sheeping grin]

So then I went to me sent box. For those of you who have never paid attention to this lovely floder, your sent box is the equivelent of your box of highschool memories you dutifully move with you to your new house even though you've only looked in there twice since graduation. It keeps all of the emails you send to other people. I suppose most people have the settings on their sent box to automatically empty itself every so often...not me, that would be unthinkable. I may (and rather often, do) need to reference an old email or cut and paste or forward something especially witty or interesting. Keeping these emails has actually saved me over $100 when a company wanted to carge me for something someone else in the company already told me I wouldn't be charged for. That definatley concreted my belief that I need these emails.

Anyway, i went there last night and noticed the little number in the bottom that I'd never noticed before. It was 1633. Yes, that number proved htat I had sent 1633 emails from this account alone since January 5, 2005. Really that's only 2.68 emails per day. That's not so bad...sure that doesn't calculate when I've been out of town or sent emails from other accounts or other computers, but that would prolly balance out right?

Wes thought it was hilarious. I started deleting emails, then started reading them and came across the one I sent my mom when Bean took his first steps, the email I sent to announce the birth of Silas and pictures of my poor baby boy when he had a fever of 105.1. There were notes to and from friends, plans to throw an old friend a baby shower and tons of those goofy questionairs that ask you what book you are reading and what your favorite smell is. I found teh emial I sent Brian before I really knew who he was telling him about how much CP meant to me. It's amazing to see how God has fulfilled everything I said I was looking for in a church.

I deleted over 300 totally worthless emails and even emptied my deleted folder (that is MAJOR) But I realized I'm not ready to part with all of these sweet relics just yet. Sure I have 1300 or so to go and only a handful will really be worth saving but I got a good start adn was so incredably blessed by the discovery of this journal I didn't even know i was keeping.