The Litany, backfired

With every grandchild, my mom has had a little "thing" going. When she would ask, "Whose boy / girl are you?" The grandchild would brightly answer, "Grandma's boy!" or "Grandma's girl!"

With Max, a litany has begun. After Grandma would ask, "Whose boy are you?" Max would brightly answer, "Grandma's boy!" Then his godmother, Aunt Jo wanted a piece of the action, so she added, "Max, whose guy are you?" He would brightly answer, "Aunt Jo's guy!" Obviously as the mother of this adorable child, I couldn't be ignored, so I added, "But Max, who loves you?" He brightly answers, "Momma loves me." And we stop there.

This morning we went through the litany. I decided coming off a bad end to the work week, I would add a little twist to get a little reinforcement and to feel the love from my young one.

Momma: Max, whose boy are you?
Max: Grandma's boy!
Momma: Max, whose guy are you?
Max: Aunt Jo's guy!
Momma: Max, who loves you?
Max: Momma!
Momma: So Max...who do you love? (insert self-gratuitous smile and batting of eyelashes toward young, adorable and loyal boy)
Max: Daddy!

Needless to say, Kyle was laying there and did his best to stifle a "Nelson from the Simpsons" laugh.

The Skeleton in My Closet

Jessica, close your eyes because I think, given your tidyness and organizational tendencies, you may break out in hives if you see this picture.

I have been talking about cleaning out and organizing my linen closet for some time. It's the closet next to our bathroom and we open it multiple times daily. Everyday I open the door to get something out and I think, "this weekend will be the weekend I will clean this up."

Some days I am absolutely positive that if I could just clean and organize this linen closet, the rest of my life will be set in perfect order as well.

Well, this weekend is not the weekend it will get cleaned. We will be on our semi-annual trip to Duluth, which is always more therapeutic than cleaning out a closet.

Maybe the following weekend...