Old momma

It's never quiet in our house.  I talk all the time.  Derek talks all the time.  Eva talks ALLLLLL the time.  Poor Jack, we must exhaust him.  At least he'll probably turn out to be a really good listener. 

But all this talking leads to some funny stories.

The other day we were roughhousing and I pretended to fall down.

Me: Ouch, that hurt!  I'm getting old.

Eva: you're getting old? Do we need to go buy a new momma?

At dinner one night, Eva insisted we fold our hands so she could lead us in prayer.

Eva:  Dear god, thank you for mommy, thank you for daddy, thank you for baby Jackson. 

(long pause)

and thank you for beer!

(amen sister)

Were in a very quiet room the other day that was filled with lots of people.  (quiet people)

Jack was kind of fussing so I started to nurse him and Eva belts out "Is he eating your boobies?!"

I was putting Jack down for a nap the other day while Eva was playing quietly in her room.  She was playing with her little dollhouse and I was listening to her pretend play.  It was so cute. Until I heard this.

(doorbell to house rings...)

E:  No! There's no room for another man here!  No room for another man! 

Ummm..... at least I'm raising a woman with morals??