Because God Made it That Way

As mentioned previously, our son is a blabber mouth. He talks more than any child I have ever been around, make that any human being I have ever been around! Not only does he talk a lot, he asks question, after question, after question which the majority I have no idea how to answer! We drive from Lanett to Opelika every day for work and school (about 25 minutes). On our drives he must ponder all of life's questions and never stops to catch his breath while asking each one. May I also state, that my child must be testing me because he never forgets what my responses are, but continually asks the same questions to see if I give the same response. It all starts off with "Mommy..." which in turn means I have to respond, "Yes, Thomas?" And after asking his question and recieving my fully thought out response, he says "WHY?" I now believe the word "why" should officially be removed from the english language! I know I should be thankful that my child is so inquisitive and interested in learning about EVERYTHING, but sometimes I really don't want to think! Day after day of this constant testing and questioning by a 4 year old can honestly drive a Mom crazy! So, I have now come up with a response that seems to satisfy him and is the basic truth of all creation..."because God made it that way." Good answer, pat myself on the back...now, I can just give that answer no matter what he asks :)

So, the other day we were hanging out at the house and our converstation starts:

TJ: "Mommy..."

Me: "Yes, Thomas?"

TJ: (Pointing and closely examining the heels of my feet) "Mommy, why you feet broken?"

Me: "What do you mean?" I asked defensively "You mean cracked?"

TJ: "Yeah Mommy, Why you feet cracked?" (as he looks even more intently)

Me: "Well..."

TJ: "Cause God made you that way?"

Whaz up???

In case you can't totally see how my son's hat is on his head, yes, it is completely gansta sideways! And no, I didn't put it on his head like that! What's up with t-ball jerseys and hats anyways. Don't they know the people wearing them are kids, and not only kids in this league, but 3 and 4 year olds???

In his last game, his hat kept sliding down over his eyes and was practically touching his nose! So, this week, I sent him on the field with his hat turned backwards. I am sure that in the "official t-ball rule book" they are supposed to wear their hats straight, but isn't there a rule that they should have hats that fit too? Any way, his hat was on backwards, and one of the coaches turned it forward and added a little gansta lean to the side. Guess what coach...he still can't see! I know that none of the kids are really paying attention anyway and would rather see the dirt at their feet than the ball, but maybe I'll petition the t-ball powers at be anyway!

Houdini in Action Again

In my first post, I talked about our dog, Mya, and how she is our son's best friend. Well, TJ and Mya spent the night at the lake with KK and Papa on Saturday while Thomas and I went to a wedding shower. When we got back up to the lake on Sunday, TJ and Papa had gone for a ride on the wave-runner. KK then says, "you know what, Mya was down there with them, and I haven't seen or heard her since they left." Thomas and I both immediately got worried, knowing that Mya does not like to be left by TJ. She is always right there by his side, wherever he is. The day before Thomas had put her into the lake several times to get her to swim. So, my first thought was that she saw TJ and Papa on the wave-runner and jumped in the water after them. Both times, she struggled to get back up on the dock and didn't seem to like swimming at all! So, Thomas and I run down to the boat dock yelling frantically for her. We hear nothing and see nothing. We decided to get in the boat and drive down into the cove since that is the way the current would have taken her if she had jumped in. We drove along the edge, looking all around, and still yelling her name in hopes of finding her still barely treading water or up on the shore. Still, nothing. After about 30 minutes, we just felt there was no way she had made it and I started to tear up thinking I was going to have to tell TJ that his dog had drown! We gave up and started driving the boat back up to the house, when Papa, TJ, and...MYA drove up on the wave-runner! She had gotten upset as soon as they started out and jumped into the water, swam over to them, and climbed on!

Friday Night Hi-Lights

I wanted to share a few pictures from Friday night's BIG game against Knauff!

Top: Paying attention while playing "short cut" (as TJ says) or short stop...Good way to use your hat buddy! (wish I could've gotten a picture while he was fully laid out making a "dirt angel")

Middle: Watching the game before ours and getting mentally prepared...

Bottom: Here, you see #1, Thomas Hill, Jr. getting ready to hit a home run as he likes to say he does every at bat!

Listening Issues...and not my 4 year old!

Ok, so I love my husband dearly...I just have to mention that before I begin.

So, we have a t-ball game this afternoon. And, at 7:30 this morning while trying to get myself dressed and ready for work, turning on cartoons to keep TJ from talking long enough to get some make-up on (the child talks more than any other I have ever seen...I swear we talk to him at home and pay him PLENTY of attention...this must be part of the only child sydrome I was referring to previously), getting him something to eat even though he will eat breakfast again at school in an hour, getting some clothes on the boy (which proves difficult on the best of days) I suddenly realize that I have fallen down on my "mommy" laudry duties. To clarify, I don't think it is a Mommy's job to always do the laundry, but my husband shrunk my favorite sweater to a size 6...and I mean 6 in girls, several years back and therefore he is not allowed to touch my clothes. I have NEVER said he can't do his own laundry however. But anyway, I have fallen down on my duty this week and have not done a load since last Friday. So, I haven't washed TJ's pants and jersey for his game tonight...nor Coach Hill's jersey! I decided it would be best to frantically get the white clothes in the wash before I left for work. Then, I went through all of the colored clothes and separated them into regular wash/delicate wash...ALL while making a mental note that I would have to call Thomas as soon as he got out of school to finish the laundry.

So, I sent Thomas a text message this afternoon when the thought popped into my head (I never know if the thought will come back or not, so I have to do it as soon as it comes). I told him to call me as soon as he got out of school. 3:04 pm my cell phone rings. I run from the front of the office to catch it because I know I may not ever get ahold of him again since he leaves his cell phone on silent "accidentally" every day after school! So, I answer and explain what I need done:

Me: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Thomas: "I'm still at school." (Like that answered the question)

Me: "Ok, well I need you to do me a favor as soon as you get home." (notice I said "me a favor"...its not really for me is it?) "I forgot to wash the t-ball clothes, so I put a load of whites in the washer this morning. I need you to put them in the dryer on the delicate cycle as soon as you get home. Then, I have set out a load of colors right by the washing machine that I need you to throw in the washer on the regular cycle, then in the dryer as soon as they are done."

Thomas: "Ok, so I just need to throw everything in the dryer?"

Me: "And..." (Please tell me you have been listening and not tuning me out while I have been going through all of the directions...what is it with your "man-listening"!!!)

Thomas: "I don't know, I was doing something else while you were talking and I didn't hear you."

OH MY GOODNESS!!! Are you kidding me?! Do all husbands have this ability to tune their wives out? We have even previously and on several occasions had this discussion about how he has selective hearing when I talk. He came up with some kind of physcology crap that men handle stress differently from women, blah, blah, blah! What does that have to do with listening? If he wasn't ready to listen to me, he should've waited to call me until he was ready, right? Well, I guess we will see if it gets done...and, if not, they can wear dirty, stinky, wet shirts! It's not gonna bother me.