Hey! Old friends! I'm still here!
This is unofficially the longest I've ever gone without blogging. We moved two weeks ago and just got internet again yesterday. Sure, I do have a fancy schmancy phone from which I can blog, but who wants to type on that thing if they don't have to? (We switched to Virgin Mobile - hello $45/month for unlimited data, texting, and 1200 minutes).
I want to jump back on the blogging train, and I think I have lots to say, so for today I'll leave you with a funny story about Troy Aikman...also known as Levi around these parts.
(Isn't he cute?!)
A few nights ago he disobeyed me when I asked him several times to come upstairs from the basement (he loves our new house, by the way). Following the 1, 2, 3 count off, he had a two minute time out, which he very obediently sat and served. When the timeout was over I reminded him what had caused the time out and I asked for an apology. He said, "No."
I told him when he said, "Mommy, I'm sorry," then he could get up.
Forty five minutes and a temper tantrum later, there was still no "I'm sorry."
And unfortunately, we were out of time. I had to run to piano lessons, Herb had some errands to run. We put Levi in the car, but told him there would be no going to the "Tih-tar" store (guitar, for those of you who don't speak Levi). He was kind of upset about that.
So I said, "Levi, to you want to go to the guitar store?"
Me: "Then you have to say, "Mommy, I'm sorry." Can you say that?"
Levi: "Mommy, I'm.......um......no."
?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Herb and I both almost lost it. One of us to laughter, one of us to rage, but I won't say who was who.
We drove in more silence and finally about a minute before I had to get out of the car, a tiny voice piped up,
"Mommy, I'm sorry."
And thus ended the one hour discipline match. I'm not even sure who won that one.
(Lauren, this is totally a story I forgot to tell you the other night! )