You Cannot Sing Honey 7-24-06

You cannot sing Honey!

Edit: I forgot this funny story:

* The other night we were in Target and Landon very loudly pronounced that he had an itch. I asked him what itched and he said he had a bug bite. I asked where the bite was assuming his arm or something like that. He VERY loudly pronounced, "I have a bug bite on my BUTT!" Where do kids pick these things up? I have not taught him what a bug bite is...or an itch for that matter. He just assimilates every day language into his own, and begins to understand it. Very amazing...and funny. I just remembered this story bc I was wiping him on the potty and sure enough...there is a good size bug bite right on his little butt .

Landon has picked up on the endearing use of "Honey" as a lovey name. Consequentially, he has begun calling Jonathan and I "Honey" instead of Mommy and Daddy. A few examples in the last few days:

*Landon was in the closet banging on the door pretending to be a monster. I was outside of the closet acting scared to death of him (he loves this game). Eventually he came out of the closet telling me gently, "Don't be scared...it was just my hand Honey, not a monster Honey!"

*Last night at dinner while Jonathan and I were discussing something, Landon interjected, "It is my turn to talk, Honey!"

*This morning I was very loudly singing something. Landon interrupted me saying, "You cannot sing Honey...you cannot sing!" I am quite sure he meant that I really cannot sing...although I cannot and probably should not lest I damage any musical ability that he has from his father.

Yesterday morning Landon was taking forever to eat his breakfast (a pretty usual occurrence). The problem was that we were going to be late for Bible study. I tried (I really, really did!) to be patient, but eventually I got upset and said something totally inappropriate to him. I felt doubly bad bc I was trying to not be late for BIBLE study and it was not his fault that I was making him eat right when he got up rather than the usual half hour later breakfast. When we finally did get in the car I apologized to him and again when I put him to bed last night. I need more patience. My patience seem so thin these days. I just feel somewhat down to be blatantly honest. There is not a particular reason. I have been in this funk for weeks now. There are small things, but generally I just don't feel happy and optimistic. I have a list of people who have called me that I cannot summon up the energy to call back. I feel quiet and down, distracted and in need of a vacation (preferably to the mountains where I can enjoy the awesomeness of creation). I don't know why I am sharing this with the xanga world other than to explain why my posts have been somewhat downers...or maybe I just feel that way bc of my spirit. Who knows...I just feel oppressed.

So there it is...maybe next time I will have something a tad more interesting to write about . Until then, in the words of my precious boy...Have a great day...Honey!