The weekend of hands, strangers & 10AM

So blogging didn't happen all weekend. Even when I found the time after Hayden went to bed, I wasn't far behind him. Tell me I'm not the only one who crawls into bed before ten on the weekends? Is this a result of being over thirty? I thought your thirties were supposed to be the new twenties? I could hang until the wee hours of the morning in my twenties. Someone lied to me.

So...Friday was day 3- Hands. No, they weren't across America. They weren't even jazz hands. It wasn't even as awesome as my friend Anne's picture (check out her blog- http://annecorrell.blogspot.com/ her family is pretty awesome).

Really? How creative is that?

Here is mine and Hayden's. Day 3- Hands.



This is the hand that holds my heart. And these tiny little hands make me think of the song, Hands.

These hands are small I know

but they're not yours they are my own.



This is the picture I snapped at work. Kristina's hands were just a working on something so I took this without her knowing.

Now that was Friday. Before we get to Saturday's picture, let's relay a little conversation Hayden and I had.

See, Hayden LOVES the movie Rio. So much so that he wants to go to Rio so he can experience Carnival. And when you say that word make sure you put emphasis on the end of the word. Carnival. Hayden's pap paw was corrected several times Sunday for not pronouncing it correctly.

Alright, so Friday night Hayden told his daddy that he was going to ride on a float in Carnival while Stephen was going to ride in Mardi Gras. BIG difference. Saturday morning, Hayden and I had this conversation.

Hayden- "Mama, in the morning you have to take me to Carnival. That's in Rio."

Now imagine him telling me this with Mardi Gras trinkets in his hands. A light saber type wand, a lighted bead hanging around his neck, a Frisbee. All in his bumble bee pajamas.

Hayden- "I'm going to wear all of this while I wave to people from my float." At this, Hayden starts to wave to his people. "Mama, do you think Evy will be there? I can wave to her from the float!"

Okay. Hayden loves Evy. He thinks Evy should be at everything of his. Just this weekend he asked me why Evy doesn't come to his house more. I tried telling him it was because she lives far away. Yes, south Bossier is far when you live in south Shreveport.

So I tell him, "I don't know." That's standard response after he's asked me about a million questions and no I'm not exaggerating. I get asked a million a day.

Then I figured, I need to ask him how he thinks he's going to get to Carnival. He tells me, "you're going to drive me." Riiiiight, because all I'm good for is a chauffeur.

Me- "Hayden, you do know that we can't drive to Rio. We have an ocean to cross and we'll have to fly."

Hayden- "Okay, then let's fly on an airplane."

Also, let me stress it's really hard to crush a child's dream when they talk all excited and are bouncing off the walls.

Me- "Hayden, it would cost a lot of money to fly to Rio. We don't have that money."

You know, because I owe the government money...wha wha wha

Hayden- "Then let's go buy some."

Bless his heart. The minds of children.

Sunday came and went and we, obviously, didn't go to Carnival.

Saturday's picture was a stranger. Hayden didn't see any strangers because he went from my house to my mom's. Not a lot of room to come in contact with strangers. Therefore, Hayden didn't take any pictures.

I however, did leave the house to go to the mall. Where I forgot to take pictures of strangers. Dillards was having a shoe sale and it would have been the perfect time to capture women in the wild. All over tacky shoes at 70% off. Yes they were tacky. Yes I looked.

That night I realized I hadn't taken my picture yet. Not wanting to be a slacker. I mean, I committed to doing this, so I'm going to do it. I was reading on my Nook when this struck me-

Divine intervention. So I snapped a picture. There's my stranger. Day 4- donzo.

Day 5- Sunday- 10AM

Hayden is a morning person. Holly is not. Sleeping until at least 8AM would be Heaven. I'll take 7 when I

can though. I knew capturing a picture at this time would be no problem.

Hayden eating a snack while his bestie Rane drools on my couch.

Poor thing. You'd think I don't feed this goat. Oh he eats, believe me, he eats. Toilet paper- trash from the trash can. Really, he's a goat.

Not long after this was taken, I said to Hayden, "Hayden I'm about to jump in the shower."

From my super smart 4- almost 5 year old- this is how that conversation played out.

"Mama, you can't jump in the shower. If you jump in the shower then you'll bump your head and get stitches like I did."

I say, "You're right. You are so very right."

"And Mama," he continues. "If you bump your head, who will drive us to the hospital? I can't drive. I don't have a license."

Touche, my friend. At that, all I could do was give him a kiss. He's too stinkin' smart for his own good.

And it doesn't stop there. Just this morning, we're on our way out the door when he stops, sticks his tiny little hieny out and says, "Wait Mama." So what do I do? Stop to see what in the world he is doing. He looks up at me with the long eyelashes and an evil smile on his face and says, "wait for it..." then toots. And of course, then laughs like passing gas it the funniest thing ever. I guess that's one thing boys never grow out of.

What I'd like to know is, where did he hear the phrase, "wait for it"?

Hmmmm... pretty sure the other half of my parenting team taught him that one. Either that or Hayden's been watching How I Met Your Mother.

I hope you all had a great weekend! Today's picture we'll be tonight. You'll all get to see what we're having for dinner!!

Have a wonderful Monday everyone!