Livin' it Up on The Southside

If you were to walk by our home, you would see Eric in the garage working on the "Hot Rod." Chase riding his bike up and down the sidewalk like a madman, and Rachel (myself) chasing (we named him well!) after him, telling him to slow down, and Anthony trying to be just like his big brother.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Out of the Mouths of Babes

We were looking at a photo album and Anthony found a family picture of Eric, Chase and myself. He pointed to Chase and said, "That is me." I told him no, that is Chase when he was 18 months old. Chase pipes up, "Tony you were in mommy's tummy." I tell them no, I wasn't pregnant then. Chase says, "That's right, mom's egg wasn't cracked yet."

Saturday afternoon we went to eat at Spaghetti Works. It was the first time we had taken the boys there. As we are getting ready to leave Chase says, "I can't wait for them to start shooting spaghetti." Eric and I look at him and ask, "What do you mean?" Chase says, "It says Spaghetti Works, isn't that like fireworks?" We had a good laugh. It never dawned on us, but it made sense to him.

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