Smarty Pants

Pretty soon my boys are going to completely outsmart me. Today as I was riding my bike down a hill with the kids in the trailer, my three year old informed me that "gravity will bring us back down." Brenden then announced, "I taught him that."

A few days ago I bought Brenden an alarm clock. It took me months to decide on one. I finally asked his opinion. He wanted one with a light that will wake him up. So I looked and found one that vibrated, had a lamp outlet, and I was willing to buy. It also has an insanely obnoxious high decibel SUPER LOUD alarm which I hope to never hear in my home. Doug didn't like it. In the very end, I gave Brenden 3 or 4 to choose from and he chose one that will vibrate his bed and has a little LED light (which I believe will have no part in actually waking him). It has a very cool blue night light function though - I am positive that's what sold him on it. It was the ONLY analog clock, so now Brenden has been diligently working on reading an analog clock. Today was a time-telling matching game.

He did pretty well, but was stumped by a few.

I have been looking for strobe light fire alarms for years and can't decide on one. I like to research things out overly thoroughly. Doug likes to remind me that once I have spent months looking for a cheaper one that does all of the same things as the first one I found, I might as well have bought the expensive one and not wasted all of that time. I would always question my decision though...

My birthday is 3 days before Valentine's Day, so flowers are insanely priced. Yesterday was my half-birthday and Doug showed up with these:
I love when he buys me flowers, for the flowers yes, but he never gets them arranged so he can bring them home for me to arrange. (I used to be a florist in college.) Every single time I think of the first time I ever made an arrangement with flowers he brought me.

Doug and I had only known each other a short time when I got a call from him that he needed a favor and would I come over to his apartment. Of course, I went. There, in a vase was a HUGE assortment of wild flowers that he had spent the afternoon picking. He asked me to arrange them. When I asked him why he said they were for someone. My heart fell. I thought for sure he liked me and here I was making an arrangement for another woman. So I arranged the flowers and handed them back to him. That's when he told me they were for me. I took them back to my apartment and dried them. Every time we moved, they were the first thing hung on the wall until finally, after a few moves, they bit the dust. (You can only move dead flowers so many times - my wedding bouquet made it's exit back in Idaho.)

We are trying to make the most of the next 11 days until school starts, so forgive me if I'm absent for a little while.