The Difference Between You and Me 5-23-06

The Difference Between You and Me

Landon thinks he is "You." Allow me to explain....whenever I ask him anything I refer to him as you, "Do you want me to wash you?" Do you want me to hold you?" Etc.... As a result, he thinks that he is "you" and anyone else is "me". Thus, when he wants us to do something he will say, "Mommy...come wash you!" Mommy, please hold you!" I have tried numerous times to explain to him that he should refer to himself as "me" and anyone else as "you", but everytime I try to explain, I end up confused so I am quite sure he is totally lost. Any ideas how to teach him that he is "me" and anyone else is "you" would be greatly appreciated!

In other news...one of my sisters has arrived from Florida. My brother comes in on Thursday and my other sister and her husband come in Friday morning. It will be a fun weekend!!! Landon came down with cold number 1, 900 today...so we shall see how that affects the events, but I am hopeful.

My little sister is graduating from high school on Saturday. I cannot believe that she is that old already. It seems like yesterday that she was my bratty little three year old sister begging to play with my barbies or my karaoke machine (I say bratty with lots of love and nostalgia). I am so excited for her and all that she has ahead of her in the years to come. High school was fun and I have wonderful friends from that era of my life, but college was the BEST and then came marriage and babies...and yeah, she has a lot of fun ahead of her.

We went to my husband's sisters house this past weekend. She is an extremely talented artist AND photographer. Her work is absolutely amazing...her pictures capture so much more than the physical. Anyway, I left there somewhat envious. I wish so badly that I had a talent...something I could say that I am really good at. I can't sing, I can't draw...I am average at almost everything. I have some talents but they seem pale in comparison. I know that I should not compare in the first place...but sometimes a girl wishes that she had something that made her stand out from the crowd. But I guess that is somewhat prideful...its not praise that I want...it is self-worth I guess...something to call my own. Yes, I know I should not be seeking self-worth through things on earth...but sometimes these things come up in life and you just have to battle through them. That is what I am doing now.