Did I say that?

Today my friend, Becky, and I were taking our kids to a park that I recently found. I gave her directions and we planned to meet there. I told her to first turn left on Lancaster. However, as I was driving and about to turn I realized I should have told her Lynbrook, not Lancaster. I sneezed as I turned onto Lynbrook and then I said to myself, but out loud, "Did I say Lancaster [when I was giving directions to Becky]?" Cade replied, "No, you said ACHOO."

Trans Fats

I don't think I've previously mentioned that my family tries to avoid eating trans fats, aka partially hydrogenated oils. It is a bit consuming because so many products have it in them. Yet, they are so bad for your body, raising your bad cholesterol and lowering your good cholesterol, that the government has made announcements that no one should consume ANY trans fats. Our boys have jumped on board the campaign to eliminate them from our diet. Even Cade, age 2 1/2, is concerned about eating them. The other day, at a ladies brunch, I was telling my friends about our desire not to eat trans fats and the funny things the boys have said regarding that. (Like asking their Sunday School teacher if the snacks had trans fats.) Soon Luke asked me if he could have one of the donuts and I told him they had trans fats, but that if he was still really hungry I would allow him to have a fourth of one. Then, a little later, Cade asked for one and I gave him a fourth. Just as he was about to take a bite one of my friends told him it had trans fats. His expression immediately changed from joy to startled and he slowly put down the donut. It was very funny...and a little sad. (Shouldn't every child be able to enjoy a donut!) I told him that it did have trans fats, but that Luke had had a little piece so if he wanted to he could also. He chose to eat the donut. (I try hard to reduce our intake, but you have to have wiggle room in some situations. At least that's my opinion.)

Silly Luke

Last weekend we went to a birthday party. When the party was nearly over, I found Luke sitting alone on a picnic table. I asked him what he was thinking about. He said that he was talking to himself. I asked what about and he said he didn't want to tell me. With a little prodding I got him to confess his thoughts. He said, "I think some of the kids are having more fun than me." Some of the kids, at another person's party, had horns and poor little Luke did not. Oh, the problems of a four-year-old...

A Trip to Florence

Today we went to Florence and ate at a restaurant we hadn't been to before. It is called Bliss and has a 50's diner feel. They decorate with old signs and pictures of cars. They even have two old cars that have been made into booths. Anyway, while we were there, each boy had to use the toilet (and we're not talking the kind that allows for a quick trip.) First Cade, then Luke, and then Zane. I'm sure that Cory spent half the time in the bathroom with the boys. Their bodies seem to be simultaneously purging themselves of the last of a intestinal bug that they had this week. It was an experience I don't think Cory will forget anytime soon...

On a more funny note: While we were there, Luke said, "Mom, see that boy over there that is wearing a shirt that makes it so camels can't see you..." I looked up to see that the boy was wearing a camouflage t-shirt. Or, as Luke would say, CAMELflage!

Camel-flage

Pronunciation: \'ka-mel-flaj\

Function: noun, Date: 2008

1: the disguising especially of military equipment or installations with paint, nets, or foliage in order to trick and/or sneak-up on camels