When did my 2 year old get so smart?

While Simon and I were doing the dishes this morning, he confiscated these 3 items shown in the photo to the left. He then preceded to tell me that he wanted coffee...His older sister always thought the white coffee mug was something for salsa. The way it is photographed, the cup is up side down. The mug was in my car the other day and older sister turned it in this up side down direction and placed it in the cup holder...of course there was still a little left over cold coffee now all over my car. :)

You will also notice the measuring cups? Simon then went on to tell me that the big one was mommy and the small one was baby. He's been playing Little People's Farm for babies on the computer and there is a game where he can match up the babies to their mommies. But he realized the difference between big/little and mom/baby.

While I was changing his diaper I started to sing Miley Cyrus' song that starts out "Sshaaa, sshaaa, sshaaa". I don't know the name of the song and didn't really know that it was a Miley Cyrus song until Simon said, "No, singing. No Cyrus." {Now mind you he also knows the difference between Miley and Hannah Montana...and will be sure to let you know who is who if you ask.}

Now. come. on.

Simon,
You can be smarter than your sisters and broder...but you will not be smarter than your mom. If you should turn out to be smarter than me...just keep it to yourself. You don't need to act like such a hot shot just because you know I'm singing a Miley Cyrus song.
Love forever,
Your Mom
P.S. You're getting too smart at Dora and Diego too.
P.S.S. Quit growing so fast

Okay, now that I've got that handled. Last night we had a volleyball game. We beat the 7th grade team but lost to the 8th graders, only by 2 pts each game. Bummer. During the middle of one of the games I see this cute little guy running across the floor screaming, "Mommy, My Mommy, I wann Mommy." You know it's going to happen every now and then, but it should never happen to a Coach!

Simon was sitting by 2 boys that ride my bus and their mom. Simon told the mom, "That's my mom!" and the next thing she knew he was running to see his mom. It was pretty stinkin' cute...he is a doll. Hubby was just sitting in the bleachers watching it all happen.

Happy Birthday, Alex!

Well #10 came and went without much fanfare this year. Just a little get together at our house with Alex's grandparents and cousin. He has a party planned for next weekend...bowling and a sleep over with a few friends. He's almost half way to his laptop, $$ wise, that he's been dying for.

Remember you never know when your picture might be blogged about, so always be sure to show your best side! He was making fun of how his sister smiles...now we have proof that he looks just as goofy.

Of course I'm running to get the batteries when the funniest thing of the day happened. Simon just walked up to the cake and blew out the candles. This is the shot I did get, of him waiting patiently to help brother blow them out.

I'm a dork...I know...but I just thought the sprinkles looked so lovely on the cake.

This is some brotherly fun after the festivities were over. Simon was singing Spongebob Squarepants, and the Umpa song from Willy Wonka, but of course again the camera wasn't ready. Story of my life.

My middle school girls played their 1st game last night. I only have 6/7 girls depending on the night so it was a double header for us. We defeated our opponents 7th grade team in 2 games, and was beat by their 8th grade team is 2 games. Our first match against the 8th graders was 24-25...it was just all down hill from there. But the girls did an awesome job. Everyone said we looked really well.

The father of my least {and when I say least, I mean least. Hubby thought I might have been over exaggerating, but said I was right with her skill level...or lack there of} talented player commented to me that he was surprised that his daughter even went out for the team. And said she doesn't have an aggressive bone in her body...he's right on there. They have a son who runs cross country for our high school and he said he'll be going to those meets from now on and won't be at many volleyball games. I could truly care less where he is, but I do feel sorry for the player on my team. How can a parent choose 1 child's sport over another? The son is a very talented athlete but I can't imagine not rotating back and forth between the two or something. This kind of stinks for me because I could use this mom and dad's help at games...keeping our score book and running the score board.

I've been feeling lately like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. Literally. I've came home from my morning bus run with a headache the past 2 days now, and snuck in a nap while Simon was watching movies. Between 3 teenage-ish step-daughters, 1 son who is becoming a 5th grade snot, kids on the bus, volleyball practice and games, trying to keep up with the house during the day so hubby doesn't have to do anything at night, never having enough money, the mother-in-law....I'm overstressed! But Simon just knows how to say the sweetest things and make me feel better. We worked outside a little this morning cleaning up the dying flowers and plants from the summer {fall is definitely just around the corner}, came in a took a bath and then I fixed his requested potatoes. After he was done eating and Dora was over...without even being told he got up and put his dirty fork back in the drawer {lol} and his plate and glass {and I do mean glass glass} into the sink. I could tell by the sound it broke, but hey no biggie. I just simply said, "Uh-oh sounds like you broke it." Got up to clean it up and showed him that yep it's broke, and he said, "Sorry, Mom." With a smile on his face like, OOps guess I broke it now what? What a dear. Yesterday we were attempting to play catch with a tennis ball and baseball gloves which of course didn't work too well. But Simon kept saying, "Come on, Mom." When I wouldn't hit his glove right on so it would go in. Then he would say, "Nice try" or "Good try." He is just a ball to be at home with. With all the money problems and stresses, I'm much rather be at home with him than freaking out stuck in an office. I'm glad I'm able to stay at home and raise this one. Maybe I'm more sentimental about it because he's the last one...and just so darn cute.

I really am lucky.