Catching Up

The above picture is a pretty close approximation to me these days. I guess I'm still playing catch up from our work-cation last week... Not feeling my Wheaties. Did that just date me? Do any of you even know what that little catch phrase means?!?

Anyway, in spite of my frazzled state, I wanted to quick pop in and encourage SEVEN more people to sign up for one of Travis's books! Did you not read the fine print? The part where I mentioned the books are free? Or am I one of the few true giveaway gluttons? I'd take a colonoscopy if it was free. Okay, maybe not. But I'd seriously consider it. You never can be too careful...

At any rate, go to Thursday's post and leave a comment. You don't even have to have a Blogger account to do it. Just sign in annonymous. I'll be posting the winner(s) tomorrow at noon.

With that said, I'll leave you with a few funnies from my day. It's been a fiesta, let me tell you.

From my five-year-old:
"Feed me to the crocs, where the blood flows down..." (his interpretation of Hillsong's Lead Me to the Cross. I tried to correct him, but it was no use.)

From my three-year-old:
"Look, Mom!" (Thrusting a finger in my face.)
"What's that, honey?"
"A boogie!"
"Oh, yucky. Let me get you a Kleenex."
"No! I want to keep it. It came from my nose."

From my five-year-old:
"I think I'm smarter than you. Does that make me the boss?"

Sure, Sweetpea. You can be the boss. But that means you have to do the cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, carpooling, kissing, cuddling, diaper-changing, potty training, puppy patroling, phone answering, email reading, blogging, writing, agent chatting, book planning, kid's church organizing, Bible study leading, hockey fundraising, yard working, story reading, song singing, boogie wiping, and nightmare consoling. Does that make me the kid? Oh please, oh please, oh please?!?

Phew. Anyone wanna be my mommy for a day? ;)