This morning's conversation while sitting on the couch right

after getting up:

Me: Zane, do you want some blueberries?

Zane: No. Mommy, go away.

Me: No.

Zane: Mommy, go to the kitchen.

Me: Uhhh, OK.

Spring is in the air!

I'm fairly certain that I've witnessed a true spring at some other
time in my life. However, this is the first I've truelly appreciated.

I love the red bud trees, pear trees and azaleas all blooming at the
same time (and miss our red bud that got taken out by Ike). Our
snapdragons that were planted last fall have come back all on their
own. It's cool enough in the morning to wear boots and warm enough in
the afternoon to switch to flipflops. But not so hot that I have to
wear tank tops and shave my underarms.

There are mosquito hawks to entertain the cats, but no mosquitos to
keep us inside. And the pecan tree in the back yard hasn't leafed out
yet, so there's still plenty of sunshine!

When my brother and I were really young, if we woke up in the middle of the night and needed parental help/comfort/entertainment, we always tried very hard NOT to wake up my mom. She was mean if we woke her up. You'd think this would be easy - just go to my dad's side of the bed, right? For some reason, my parents would occasionally switch sides without telling us kids. So we would tip-toe over to my dad's side of the bed (or so we thought) and stick our faces right up next to his and slightly breathe "daddy" to wake him, and him only. To our horror, THE BOOGIE MOMMY WOULD COME ALIVE!!!!!! We would, of course, have to appeal to her for whatever we needed at the time, but it would leave us shaking in bed in the wee hours of the mornings for weeks to come, wishing we could wake my dad, but very, very afraid. In fact, to this day, neither my brother nor I will voluntarily wake up my mom.

This morning at 4:00, Zane tip-toed (toddler-stomped) into our room and up to my side of the bed. He had a pair of socks and wanted to put them on (he can do this by himself, but apparently needed help at this time). After his request, I popped my head out of the covers and very sweetly said "ok - let me help you." He responded "NOOOOOOOO!!!!! W-w-w-w-w-want da-da-da-daddy!!!!!!!" to which I replied "all right, he's over there." I then rolled over and went back to sleep while John spent the next two hours trying to get Zane back to sleep.

Let me point out that we never switch sides of the bed and I am always instantly awake and very nice when Zane comes in. However, I think my mom had the right idea.

Dreams

Two nights ago, Zane woke up at 1:00 am crying. When I went in there and asked what was wrong he said he wanted some water. I gave him some but he cried more and said he wanted it in his yellow cup with the animals on it (he usually calls this his Sigg bottle). I said I didn't know where it was and he said "it flew away." Then paused for a minute and said "it's on the playscape, really, really high up."

This morning he woke up whining and asking for me. When I went in to get him, he asked me to tickle him with a shovel. I asked him if I could just tickle him with my hands and that just caused more tears.

It's funny that he doesn't really understand that he's dreaming right now. At least, I hope he's just dreaming!

Another poop post...

"I'm pooping, Mommy. I'm going to keep doing this while I'm pooping."

Saurus

"The Dinosaursaurus loves the Spidersaurus."

Zane's playing in his sandbox and he tells me he's going to lay down
to poop. Then he looks at me and says "I'm pooping something for
Mommy."

Thanks.