Happy Mustard Day

This is what Cole said to me this morning.  I just want to freeze him right now and keep him 2 1/2 forever.  (which is NOT how I felt last winter when he was making messes faster than I could clean them up and I wanted him to grow up with a snap of my finger.)  His vocabulary and language skills are developing at lightening speed.  This week he has started asking, "Whatcha doin' mom?"  He's very polite.  A few days ago he was playing outside and I asked him if he wanted a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, he said, "No tanks, I OK."  So every time anyone asks a question we answer the same way:  "No tanks, I OK." 

Anyway, Happy Mustard Day to all of you.  Even if you don't know me.  If you do, thanks for all you do.  Thanks for being a mom to my little kiddies and helping me out with this huge but rewarding job.  Thanks to all of my children's aunts who help me out with this mom business.  Some of you don't have children of your own but you make a difference in the lives of my children and that's a big job.  Thanks to my mom and mother-in-law.  I have the best.  And thanks to my Grandma's.  It's been 31 years since I've seen my Grandma Robison and 22 years since I've seen Grandma Ethel.  I wear my nerdy little aprons every day and think of her.  They did a great job and taught my parents to be the best.  I have learned so much from both of them and I hope I can do my best at teaching my own kids to reach their potential, be productive human beings and lead Christlike lives.  

Thanks for the help everyone has given me, It takes a village to raise a child.  I'm starting to understand what that means more and more as the years go by.

Happy Mustard Day