This post was brought to you by the letter...W!

Okay, Jedi couldn't say W.... did you know you say it, "double U"?  Yeah? Yeah, I thought so. Sometimes we never think about how things are sounded out.

My evil sister woke me up from a delicious nap yesterday....so I groggily woke up, and being so disoriented, I agreed to go shopping with her...and her daughter...and my son.

Uhhhkay....and she felt so guilty, she bought me a mocha from McD's. That sure helped!

We hiked around Walmarts, and I think we did a 5 mile walk. I'm feelin' it already.  But a great work-out!

Stopped at JcPenney's so my evil sister could buy some jeans or something. Took turns taking each kid to the restrooms.

Came home, and niece wanted to hang out with us...so I held her hostage for a couple hours.

After a while, I took her home, and her brother, Jedi, was ready to read me his ABC book. Oh how precious, except for a very runny nose and gunk all over his face. I gently wiped his nose for him....little more presentable.

I just...LOVE being able to hear him read the abc's to me....until we arrived at the W. He just mumbled something...I asked him again. He just looked at me, grunted, and I said, Double U?  He just smiled and laughed as if to say, "yeah, that's it!".

LOL.

I realized Sesame Street is celebrating their 40th ... birthday? Anniversary? 40th year of being on the air. How awesome is that. Grew up watching them and now today, so many characters still the same, but also new characters, or some characters have moved on.

I haven't watched Sesame Street in a long time...

Today is a very sunny day...on Ottawa Street. I can't wait to see what this day brings. 

This post is brought to you by the number 8..."eighteen!"

My 2 1/2 year old nephew, "Jedi" can read.

Oh yes he can! He's such a smart boy! A genius. Who could not speak for the longest time. Until he had his tonsils taken out.

Last night I went over to my sister's house to use her digital camera to take picture of my son.

As I entered the house, he came running up to me, and bows his head, wanting me to kiss the top of his head. Satisfied, he runs off to hug Josh and play with toys.

After snapping a picture of Josh, I sat down to visit a very short time with my sister.

Jedi comes over with his book with numbers.

He read it to me.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five (he's rapidly pointing at each number as he goes along). Six. Seven. Eighteen! Nine. TEN! I think he likes saying eighteen instead of eight for the number 8.

Recognizes 20, 50 and 100 (I didn't quite catch him saying hundred...)

Yay! We clap hands. Then I randomly pointed out a number to him, he'd shout with glee the number (and correctly!). Eight is still eighteen!

Made such a huge deal.

He probably read it to me 3 or 4 more times. Then I said, I gotta go now....Josh has a lot of homework to do.

He just glared at me. So he reads the book to me. One. More. Time.

Ever since he had his tonsils taken out over a month ago, his vocabulary just burst wide open and talking up a storm. I may be hearing-challenged, but I did love hearing his voice. So sweet.

I'm sure when I see him on Saturday, he'll read the Alphabet Book to me.....I can't wait.

Such a smart boy....

Wednesday...

Well, I have found it harder to make myself get up in the mornings.

While it's nice to have some brightness for my morning commute to work...not having to worry (a little) about running into bucks and skunks and such....*knock on wood*

It's still hard to get this ole body to adjust to the time change.

By 7 pm, I'm yawning wider than a tired dog....and ready to go to sleep.

*yawn*

Yesterday the family treated me to a birthday dinner at Lone Star. It was quite very lovely, and good eats. It is also extremely nice to have my appetite back as well.

A couple days ago, I hurt Betty. I am a very good driver, and I'm very good about staying on the road, etc.

However, no matter how GOOD you are, you are still bound to have a little or big accident.

I looked down for a brief second...(that's all it took, folks) for me to find myself hitting the curb and scraping the side of Betty against a sign pole.

AGGHHHHH!

So I pulled over into someone's driveway, and got out to check the damage.

Oh, whew. My tires are fine. But man, OUCH! I scraped the side of her "nose" and the "hip" of Betty. It's not deep, and no dents (well, maybe one tiny one)...and it's all cosmetic damage.

I could feel my heart falling down to my feet....and I just felt so bad.

....tsk.

At least Betty forgave me because she kept going...and knows it was not on purpose.

I would never do that kind of quicklookingdownforaquicksecond where it might cause me to jerk the wheel little and hit a curb. And scrape against a sign pole.

Well, it's 6 am, and I need to get my rear in gear and get going.