"Mom, don't you think Ella looks like Yoda?" I looked over and he was holding a Yoda shaped fruit snack and comparing his baby sister's features to his lime green Yoda fruit snack.. Seruiously? Yoda? I mean, I would love for any of my kids to be as wise as the great Yoda, but how does a 3 year old think a baby resembles a minature lime green Yoda? I am afraid to send the fruit snacks in his lunch now for fear that he will whip out the Yoda piece and tell all of preschool his sister is Yoda. Sure, they are both pretty bald and have the same nose, but the 3 year old needs to learn you don't tell a girl they resemble a green character from a sci-fi movie.... Kids... The minute he tells me I resemble Jabba the Hut , he is out on the streets.
I forgot to mention something really awesome about our vacation. We got to see my Dad (Grandpa Jeff) and the boys got to spend time with him flying kites on the beach. It was so neat to watch them all flying kites and bonding. He doesn't get to spend a lot of time with the boys since he lives in California, so to get pictures of the 3 of them doing something together is so special to me. I love my Dad (and my Mom too, but we'll save that post for Mother's Day). My Dad is a quiet guy but he never missed an opportunity to tell me he loved me or how proud of me he was. Seeing him interact with my kids and just enjoying it so much was pretty cool. He isn't a "kid" guy, I think their fast movements make him a little nervous, but for my boys he trys so hard and I love him so much for that. Dad, thanks for the kites and bubbles and calling me right after the earthquake to make sure I wasn't dead. I love you....
Tomorrow is Friday, which means softball. I am a little nervous. I am going to be playing again and well, it has been 11 months since I have played.... Now, don't get me wrong, I suck at softball whether it has been 11 days or 11 months between games, but at least when I play regularly I am able to make it to first base without falling on my face. If I don't post for a week, please assume I fell on my way to first, broke my wrist and can't type. I really enjoy softball as I take pleasure in sitting in the dugout and trash talking the first base coach from the other team. It started when I was pregnant and bored since I couldn't play. No guy would hit a pregnant girl, so I assumed I was safe to tell them their batter hit like a girl. Now though, I have to actually play so no more smack from me. Back to trying to remember to step with the opposite foot when throwing and to drop the bat if I have to run to base.
Well, off to bed and a busy day at work tomorrow. I feel like I should post something about Ella as this is her blog, but really, not much to say other than that according to Reed she is Yoda.
Silly boy, he is.