Today Jessa and I went to the hospital to visit my cousin Holly Merriman Klemisch, her husband Nick Klemisch, and to meet their new baby Rylan Paul. On the way home, Jessa says to me, "Mom, isn't it amazing how cell phones cost like $100 but you can get a baby for FREE!"

Today Jamison asked me to reach him a piece of paper from the top shelf of the craft cupboard. I stood up on my tippy toes to reach it. As I was reaching he says from behind me, "Wow, Mom! You are getting so tall. My am proud of you for growing bigger!"

Should I be concerned about Jamison's imaginary-to-real friend ratio?? I am constantly competing with Rob, Autumn, Rob's Mom, Rob's Dad... I was even told that "Dad and Rob are the boss at our house, not you!"

When your 3-yr-old son sits down next to you and says, "My want to be a Mommy like you when my grown up," I think you are supposed to take it as a compliment.

"What you talking about Hot Sauce?" was my 3-yr-old son's response when I told him it was time to head to bed.

"Hey Mom, your lotion smells like summer screen!" Jamison, age 3. (Pretty sure he meant sun screen, but isn't it cute!!??)

Yesterday Jamison came and gave me a spontaneous hug! Here is the conversation that followed:
Me: "Jamison, I wish you could stay little forever and never get big."
Jamison: "No, my want to get big!"
Me: "Well, what are you going to do when you get big?"
Jamison: "Get a bigger bed, duhhhhhh!"

Jamison's meal prayer tonight... "please don't help us to have a bloody nose, a bad cough or go to jail."

My favorite Jamison-isms while I was doing my kettlebell workout video: 1) Mom, is this a game? Are you winning?, 2) Mom, are you ok? Be careful Mom. Don't hurt yourself. Be careful Mom. Mom, are you listening? BE CAREFUL!!