My boyfriend(s)...

Watch what you say in front of your children...

Just giving you a friendly word of advice.

Last night at dinner, just as the waitress came to take our drink orders, Riley looks up, points, and says "Mom, there's your boyfriend".

It took me a moment to realize she was pointing at the tv, and that she was actually talking about Grady Sizemore (very cute, very young Indians player on whom I might have a slight, school-girl crush).

However, short of stammering an explanation to the bewildered waitress, I just let it go and Josh and I CRACKED UP as she walked away.

This is not the first time either. About a year ago, Riley pointed out another boyfriend of mine (Dr. McDreamy) on the cover of People magazine at the grocery store.

Lucky me with all these boyfriends.

1st grade

Riley has taken first grade by storm. We are so proud of her. She has aced every one of her pre-spelling tests, moved on to the challenge words, and then aced them. She is her teacher's helper, always running things to the office or helping other kids. We received a letter home last week that she was referred to the gifted teachers for testing, which she began this week.

In light of this, I wanted to do something small to show her how proud we are of her and how well she is doing. Like most (all) girls her age, she loves The Jonas Brothers and their new cd came out recently. Last night at dinner, we told her what a great job she has done so far in 1st grade and said that for a special treat, I would pick up the new cd and have it home for her today after school.

Riley, who unlike Conor, is not one to ask for material things very often, was super-excited... at first. Then she got a little quiet. So I said "is there something else small you'd rather have?'

She said "no"... and then "well maybe".

Of course, I said "just tell me what it is, we can do something else instead", to which she replied "a new dog".

Um, not exactly what I was thinking.

And Conor's version...

I got such a kick out of Riley's answer, that I decided to ask Conor what he thought Jesus looked like. His description: brown curly hair, glasses, and a brown jacket.

Seriously folks!?!

In their defense, when I was little, I always imagined he looked somewhat like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo but with a white robe. Weird?

What do George Michael and Jesus have in common?

Tonight Riley asked me if I knew what Jesus looked like. Of course, I answered "no, not exactly", but I had to ask what SHE thought he looked like.

This was her answer... "Well, I think he wears little white shorts and a white t-shirt."... hmmm.

I'm picturing George Michael circa the Wham days (remember the video to "Wake me up before you go-go"?).

Yikes.

Go Buckeyes!

In honor of the first game of the season (less than two weeks - woo-hoo!), here is a picture of my future Buckeyes...

It took until now...

... before I could write this post.

Well, without crying, that is.

Because this was Quinn's first week of preschool.

He's a big boy - in the 2 year old class two mornings a week.

And - he loves it.

I, on the other hand, have not adjusted quite as well.

There has been lots (and lots) of crying (just ask Josh).

But I'm doing better.

Donations are currently being accepted for anticipated therapy I will need for kindergarten. Thanks in advance.

:) Just kidding... sort of.

Riley, the skeptic

Thank you, thank you, thank you Lord... Riley finally lost that darn tooth last night. So the toothfairy (aka Josh) left her treat under her pillow last night (okay 5am when I reminded him as I got up to run - yes, I run that early, and yes I am that crazy)... you may wonder why I didn't just do it myself. Think hard. Not graceful, known to trip over my own feet. You got it. He snuck in and out in mere seconds and gave me the thumbs up. Anyways, I should have just done it myself because this was what happened when she woke up...

Riley: Guess what? The tooth fairy left my money and she even left me my tooth. She only takes the first one. (this is true in our house, too hard to also try to feel under a pillow and find a teeny-tiny tooth in the dark without waking said child)

Josh and I (not in unison, but you get the point): Wow! Awesome!

Josh goes upstairs and Riley looks at me.

Riley: Well, I'm pretty sure I ACTUALLY saw dad put something under my pillow and not the tooth fairy.

Me (trying not to make eye contact): Oh, you must have had a dream that it was daddy putting it under your pillow when it was really the tooth fairy.

Riley: Um, well I wasn't really asleep so I think it was him. I saw him closing the door.

Gulp.

Me (nervously laughing now): Well maybe the tooth fairy used her magical powers so she would just look like daddy.

Conor (poor sweet gullible Conor who will believe in everything until he is 18): The tooth fairy DOES have magical powers you know.

We dropped it, but she knows - and she knows I know... you can't pull one over on Riley. But I thought it was sweet that she tried to spare Josh in all his tooth fairy glory.

And just for effect, look at her cute toothless smile...