Sunday, May 15, 2005


I was sitting on the front step holding Devin when Trevor came up to me and told me that I was in a "time-out."

"What did I do?" I asked.

He told me that I had slapped him. This simply wasn't true! Regardless, he insisted that I stay in my time-out.

Friday, May 06, 2005


After taking Trevor to the doctor, I took him back home and was getting ready to go back to work. Trevor told me, "No, Mommy, You are not going back to work." He's been telling what I will and will not do lately. I convinced him it was ok for me to go back to work by telling him that I had to go to work so that I could bring home the bacon.

Daddy called me later and told me that Trevor was feeling better. He had cheekily been telling him that that Mommy had gone to work to get the bacon.


Trevor woke up with a bloody nose, then threw up a bit later. I was worried, so I took him to the doctor. I asked him how he felt on the way to the doctor. He told me, "I just feel like ice water." He had a sippy cup of water at the time. I think that had something to do with it.

Later, I was telling him that I loved him because he was my son. He said, "yeah, I'm a little sun, Devin is a little sun, Mommy is a big sun!"


Trevor was squeezing between a chair and a basket of toys to get his backpack. He rubbed his bottom against the basket, and then said, "Ow...I hurt my pockets."