I believe I can fly.

So Chris, Sam and I were watching American Idol tonight and the young kid was singing "I believe I can fly" by R. Kelly.

Chris says "not good huh Sam. Not good"

Sam, who by the way is hysterical, says, "He's lying huh dad. He's lying. He can't fly. Only birds can fly. LIke eagles. Not people."

I wish I had his face recorded or something because the kid is just funny. Then like 2 minutes later, somehow he bit Chris's armpit. Not really sure how but he did.

My Crockpot.

BEHOLD!!

The handle on the lid to my Crockpot broke off last night. It brought a tear to my eye. Not really but almost. My heart really did drop a little. Chris bought me the beloved Crock for Christmas 3 years ago and now I don't think I can live without. I went online and was going to order another lid but there wasn't one for sale on the Rival Crockpot web site. First thing this morning I called the 800 number and the nicest man named Keith answered my call. He at first told me that the model of Crockpot I have is obsolete so I was unable to order a replacement lid. Sad for me. Then my new friend Keith made my day. He was sending me a NEW one totally free of charge to me. An upgraded model. The Smart Crockpot. I am so excited. It should arrive in 7 to 10 days. I can't wait.

I need some excitement in my life.

Boogers and Cologne.

Every night I tuck the boys in bed and give kisses goodnight. Tonight was no different. As I leaned over to kiss Sam, on the wall right by the window that is next to Sam's bed was......a booger. A big fat nasty dried up booger. Disgusting. That child sometimes kills me. I give him a quick talking to about how we do not wipe boogers on the wall and the whole time the kid has this little stinky grin on his face. Then as I lean over to kiss him I almost choked because right after his shower, he doused himself with Chris's cologne. ALOT of cologne.

That kid is crazy.

Boxes.

What is it about boxes that kids love? At birthdays and Christmas time those are the items that get played with the most. My boys are 5 and 8 and they still love them. This sleeping bag box was the highlight of the week around here. I just don't get it. But then again, it's been a LONG time since I fit in a box.

My Baby.

My Baby no more. I know I am late in doing this but I took Sam's training wheels off today. One push and he was gone. He is so dang cute on his little bike. He was all over this afternoon. His face was so adorable as we stood and cheered him on. Chris and I were beaming. This was definitely my amazing moment today.

Parent Teacher Conference.

I told the kids that today I would meet them at the school because it's parent teacher conferences today. School lets out at 3:55pm. I spent 10 minutes looking for the kids. I was beginning to worry but finally Zach had to yell "AIMEE" for me to see him. I'm getting old. I guess I can't see like I think I can. I should have just looked for the kindergarten student that was walking up to me all funny because he peed his pants. That student would be Sam. Zach's conference is at 4:15 with Sam's immediately following at 4:30. At 4:12 Sam asks me "if anyone has any wipes?" He informs me he pooped his pants as well. Are you serious? Zach takes him the to bathroom to clean up because I now have to meet with Zach's teacher. The boys come in classroom few minutes later and Zach says everything taken care of. As we leave the room 10 minutes later I notice that there are footprints in the carpet that look a little like poop. The poor janitors have already pulled out the carpet cleaner to clean up the poopie footsteps that are all up and down the hall. Did I mention that this is a brand new school? It takes me about 3 seconds to figure out where it's all coming from. The poop that Sam "cleaned up" has fallen out of his pants and he has stepped on it and tracked it all over. Awesome. I have him take off his shoe and we just keep walking like it wasn't us. Sam's conference has started and we sit and listen and I keep smelling the lovely aroma of crap. Finally done and I notice that Sam has lost his coat. I'm pretty sure it's in the bathroom from when he "cleaned" himself. As I round the corner to the bathroom now the poor janitors have taken out a pressure washer. What the crap!?! Did he get poop everywhere? I just turned around and walked away. No coat. Oh well. He was bound to grow out of it someday. At home now and Sam is going to the shower and he is undressing. The kid did not wear underwear today. No wonder the poop came out his pant leg.

I'm tired.

Me.

In my constant and it seems never ending quest for Happiness, there are questions that I continually ask myself. Am I unhappy? Why do I feel unhappy? What will make me happy? What and where is my happy place? The list can go on and on. I know that I should not compare myself and my life to other peoples lives but that is a hard one for me. Its something that I have done for years and in my realization that the grass is definitely NOT greener over on the other side, it has let me know one thing. My life is actually pretty dang good. I have amazing children who will always snuggle me, a delicious man I come home to and a cozy bed to get into at night. When I take it down to the basics, I am one lucky girl. I know that tomorrow I might doubt things or have a moment or even 20 moments of craziness but for right here, right now...

It's a great day!!!!!!!!!!!