Conversations

Today was a day filled with the following conversations:

Connor and Mommy:
C: Are we still going to play at Jake's house today?
S: Yes.
C: Are you just going to leave me there and you go some place?
S: No. I'm going to stay and spend time with Ms. Lacey.
C: But you can leave and I will just stay there.
S: No, it doesn't work that way.
C: Fine. I guess you can stay.
S: Thanks Connor, that's awfully nice of you.
C: Yeah, I know mommy.

Moral of Conversation: I can dress, feed (even if it was an oatmeal breakfast cookie thing on the go) and drive him to a friends house and if I give him no other option I'm allowed to stay too.

Stephanie and Sister Christi:
We were talking about the whole working mom/stay at home mom. And how stay at home moms think their better because they don't work. And how working moms think their better because they work and take care of their family. The conversation went like this.
S: I don't think I'm better because I stay at home. I think I might lose it completely if I worked. I don't get how you do it! How do you manage to go to work and find time to go to the grocery store and run errands and every thing else? I went to take my recycling, go to Walmart and Kroger and it took me almost 4 hours with both boys. I don't know how you do it.
C: I go after work or try to run and get it done during my lunch break. Or we have to go on the weekends, which stinks because it cuts in to family time.

Moral of the conversation: You can stay at home with your kids and spend an entire afternoon running errands and getting groceries and everything else. Or you can work and still spend an afternoon or several early evenings running errands and getting groceries. Seems fairly even keel to me. Argument of the century solved?

Tate and Mommy:
S: Tate I love that you know how to smile and coo, but party time begins at 11a.m. not 11p.m.
T: coo.... laaa.... babble.... cooo.... smile... coo.... smile
S: Tate, really, we should go to sleep now.
T: Hiccup....smile....coo.... cooo.... hiccup....smile... coo.... smile
S: You're so stinkin' cute.

Moral of conversation: When you're two months old and cute as a button, it doesn't matter that mommy is operating on 5 hours of sleep and has a headache. Or that daddy is just getting over a 24 hour bug, you smile and you're in like Flinn.