So the boys and I were eating lunch a few days ago - hot dogs and Cheetos (don't judge me!! ketchup counts as both a fruit and a vegetable!) and Link insisted on using a fork. Not fully understanding why, but wanting to save myself the battle I got up and got both boys a fork. I'm sure it was one of those moments that you "had to be there" to think it was funny, but they both started forking Cheetos, and each time they scored one and it made the crunch sound they would laugh so hard I thought for sure I was going to have to do the Heimlich on someone. It was hilarious!! Boys are funny!

Numbers...

Numbers are a funny thing. Lincoln turned 2 on Friday, and it's freaking me out! How is my baby boy two?! And it hasn't made me "baby hungry" or anything (let's put a pin in the small fact that I'm preggers), it' just doesn't seem possible! And how about the fact that I am trying to prepare myself for kid #4 in 6 years.... there's some crazy numbers. Or how about the fact that Cade and I will have been married for 10 years this September?! That's crazy to me! I won't even go into the numbers in my checking account or in the stack of bills on the counter, and those DEFINITELY make me crazy! How about the number of times Cooper gets out of bed at night? Or the number of times that I actually care enough to get out of bed and take him back? The number of diapers in my garbage can right now... the number of Easter eggs I stuffed this weekend... (or the number I stuffed into my mouth!)... the number of Build-A-Bears in Taylor's room... the number of things to do on my list... OR the number of snotty kisses I got today from Link, the number of smiles I got from T while she was coloring eggs for the Easter bunny, the number of people that I love, the number of long, dark eyelashes Coop has, the number of times I hear "nano" (the phrase for "I love you" from the kiddos), the number of times Coop gets out of bed at night and sprints to my side of the bed and touches my cheek so softly to wake me up. -- SEE?....numbers are a funny thing.

Wanna hear a CRAZY story?!?

So today Cade and I (and the boys, of course) are shopping in a kids clothing store, and we hear Cooper say, "My Chuck-E-Cheese money! My Chuck-E-Cheese money!" We don't pay too much attention to him because if he finds a penny on the ground it goes in his "Chuck-E-Cheese stash". Well I am of course busy searching the sale racks and trying to keep Link happy, and Cooper is a few feet from me not being too rowdy riffling through the clothes on the wall, and so I am not paying too much attention to his new-found money... that is until Cade (in his urgent tone) says, "Amy! Amy! Did Cooper get in your purse?!" And I'm thinking- who cares?! I have like a buck fifty in my wallet! If he wants it, let him have it! And I turn around, and Cooper is double-fisting wads of bills! And not just any bills- he found ELEVEN, ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS!!!! That's right!! $1100!!! And he is standing there with a big grin on his face yelling, "Chuck-E-Cheese! Chuck-E-Cheese!" (You can imagine the words coming out of Cade's and my mouth.) So we are all standing there FREAKING out (Cooper because we took his money, Lincoln because I wasn't paying attention to him anymore, Cade because he thinks that we are on some kind of hidden camera show,and me because, well- ELEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS! and the sales clerk because we were the only ones in the store and we were making quite a scene). So we called mall security and the cops and filled out statements yada yada yada and gave Cooper the buck fifty (which was in mostly change, so he was even more excited) and called it a day. But.... ELEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS! Seriously?!? Now that's a crazy story!!

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