My son is proud of me...

So, this morning Luke tells me, "Mommy, I will be proud of you if you don't put out a long sleeve shirt for me to wear to day. But, I will be proud of you if you put my Spiderman shirt out." I say, "What's on the bed?" He says, "My Spiderman shirt." I say, "Well, that's what I have out for you to wear today." He says (as he's smiling), "Mommy, I'm proud of you." So sweet when he wants to be. :)

Well, we were running late this morning, again... really need to wake up earlier! Anyway, Luke starts crying about his poptart again. I said, not today Luke and he stopped. I think he knew we didn't have time to get food, because I was determined to make it there on time for him to eat there. Or he could hear it in my voice not to start with me today about the poptart. I'm thinking the last one. ;)

Why is it that kids don't ever want to eat dinner? Ok, let me rephrase that... why is it that my child doesn't ever want to eat dinner? I don't think I'm a bad cook, my husband has never complained the 7 years that we've been married. I even made pizza tonight, Luke's 2nd favorite food. It's so frustrating because he constantly gets up from the table to give us hugs and kisses (which I love, but it's a stall tactic and I know it). We don't have a tv upstairs where we eat, we don't really eat in front of the tv unless it's a special night, like a Friday and we're eating and watching a movie together. I'm just ready for this phase of his life to be done with, but I know I'll miss it at the same time.

Not much else is going on here. I didn't work out, didn't get to exercises like I thought I would, but I will tomorrow. My knees have been bothering me, it's all those years of playing volleyball in middle/high school that is catching up to me. I didn't want to risk injuring my knees and then not being about to workout for a while. So, I'm going to mix up my workouts for a bit and workout every other day and try to workout on the weekends too.

Well, I hope you all had a great day! Until tomorrow...