Daddy & Disgusting Delicacies

The other day, while the kids and I were at my parent's, I was talking to my mom as Adriana sat next to me. At one point in the conversation I said to my mom, "You know who that reminds me of? Steven!" To which Adriana turned to me and said, "Da-da?" I didn't know she could recognized her daddy's name already.

Later that day, I was driving Elijah to his haircut. Here was the conversation was had:

"Mom, I need a Kleenex."

"Elijah, honey, Mommy's driving and you're too far back in the van for me to get one to you."

"Mom, I really need one."

"Why, Elijah?"

"Cause I've got a booger on my finger."

"I'm sorry; you're going to have to wait until we get there."

"Can I eat?"

"NO!"

Five seconds later I glance in my rear view mirror to see my son's mouth chomping on something.

"Ewww! Elijah!"

Then I hear a spitting noise.

"It's okay, Mom; I spit it out."

Motherhood is disgusting.

To leave you on a non-booger note, I was excited yesterday to have the opportunity to take my sister Hannah's senior portraits. I still have lots of work to do processing all the photos, but here's a fun one that really had nothing do with the rest.

Have a restful Sunday...