At least someone loves me

After 2 days of pure living hell with the teenage Liam I am suffering from a severe lack of parental confidence. So it was quite nice to come across this conversation I had with Sophie a couple of weeks ago that I meant to blog but never got around to (of course).

Sophie: I love you, Mummy.

Me: I love you too, Sophie.

S: I love you spaghetti!

M: I love you more than spaghetti!

S: I love you more than Liam!

M: Don't you love Liam?

S: I just like him. Liam's the best brother. But Mummy...you are the BEST mummy ever.

I doubt she'll be saying it when she is 13 (although Taylor did tell me I'm a pretty good mum...but not as good as Dana's mum (I have to say I totally agree...Dana's mum rocks) but I will take it with all happiness and remind myself of it often when she is of the oft dreaded (with reason!) teenage years.


You'd think I would put a picture of her and I here, wouldn't you? Alas, there are none. I am the picture taker in this house, and when I'm not taking them I avoid the camera. I know. They will hard pressed to do a power point of me when I am dead. (I'm still freaking about death...I didn't even blog about the school teacher who died of cancer at the age of 46. 700 people at her funeral, it was amazing. And tons of pictures of her in the powerpoint! And on the same day Liam's old soccer coach died. Of cancer. Bloody cancer.)

Overheard.

Saoirse and Sophie tend to throw all the clean laundry out of it's basket (rarely a laundry basket, usually just a large rubbermaid container) and turn it into a boat. They did this this morning and both girls climbed inside, along with assorted stuffed animals.

Sophie: You're my best sister, Saoirse.

Saoirse, squeezing Sophie's cheeks: You're my best friend, sweet cheeks.

Really? Are they not the freaking sweetest things ever?

Nevermind that Sophie later tried to bite Saoirse's thigh as they fought during a rousing game of musical chairs- minus the music.

You must read this post.

You know how I love and adore squishytushy? And I have publicly wondered why she is not so much more popular because she is the freaking funniest blogger EVER? No offense to any of you other funny bloggers, but in my ever so humble opinion she is one of the best.

Recently, she attended a wedding in one of the Carolinas. I want to say South. I'm pretty sure it was South. This post about day one of the trip to South? Carolina is freaking hilarious. In a horribly awful sort of way. I don't want to give anything away, you must go read it for yourself.

I almost hate to share the hidden gem that is squishytushy, but for you all must find out what you have been missing. And if you don't like her? Well, there is something seriously wrong with you.

Oh, and if you want to find out who Rodney is you must read the previous post. Also very funny. In fact, why don't you just start at the beginning and read her entire archive? You won't be sorry.