i was never good at keeping resolutions

i know it's been a week. i got no excuses.

and i also realized i have said very little about "the boy" in relation to "the girl" so i decided to write a little post about him.

this is pete:

he is a silly boy; formerly known as "the boy." as in, going to work in the morning, a typical conversation with cheech may have begun with, "you'll never guess what 'the boy' did last night." but since he's grown up a bit, he's become mommy's little helper. like, when mommy won't get out of bed in the morning (i hate mornings, it's best not to speak to me when i'm just waking up (and i use that term loosely)) he makes himself and his sister cereal. isn't that sweet? my big helper!

recently, i was in one room and the kids in another when i heard a loud crash and "the girl" start crying. so i call to pete. he comes in the room and i ask what happened. he looked at me and he said, "well, see... it's involved..." i still have yet to find out what exactly happened that day.

then another day he came into me and said "mom, we need a 'laser'," complete with little finger ditto marks. (if i need to explain why that's funny, then just stop reading my blog now) he makes his mommy so proud!

now if only i could get him to stop trying to hide under my shirt when he meets new people...