It's All About Timing

There are certain things you don't want to hear when faced with this kind of traffic situations.

1. "Mommy, I need to potty!" said with urgency from the 4 year old.
2. "Poop." This from the almost 2-year old.

From a Three-Year Old? I am not Prepared

Actual conversation with my 3.5 year old in the car on the way home from school today.  (I should also add that our childcare provider is much more conservative than our own views, but it works for her):

E:  Mommy, God died.

Me:  (listening to fascinating talk radio story & newborn crying) What?

E:  God died. 

Me:  (frantic thought searching) Uh.  Um.  Sort of. . .

E:  He DID.  Why did God die?

Me:  (frantic thought searching) Well, some bad men killed him. 

E:  Why?

Me:  (frantic thought searching)  They just did, but then God only died for a little while and then came back.  God didn't stay dead.  (Ha! Problem solved.)

E:  Why did he come back?

Me:  (oh shit) Well. . . to show us that he loves us and that God is still here.

E:  God is in the sky?

Me:  (frantic thought searching) Sure.  God is everywhere.

E:  In the clouds.

Me:  Sure.  (Dodge & give non-commital answer.)

E:  Why?

Me:  Well, God is everywhere because God made the earth. (Sigh.  That one was easy.)

E:  Why?

Me:  God just did.  That's the way it is.

E:  Oh.  Okay.

Me:  (Why didn't I go with this answer in the first place?)

I thought for sure that I had a few years on this one. . .

Blocked by the Big Decisions.

I think I have Blogging-Block.  I have brilliant blogging topic ideas while laying in bed or making a sandwich, but sit down to write and. . . nothing.  For serious.  Or the ideas that come to mind are dumb.  Uninteresting.

The current status of my life is diapers, making formula, working, saying "wait" to one child or the other about 50x per day, rinse and repeat.  The current hot topic for Chris and me is if we will be forced to buy a new vehicle.  You see, the back seat of his truck is pretty small, especially with two carseats.  Add a third?  Ha.  Well, it turns out that there is a super-skinny, super-safe, super-expensive carseat on the market that might make fitting three carseats in his truck a reality.  I say expensive, but compared to purchasing a new-to-us vehicle, there is no comparison.  See?  This is why I have Blogging-Block.  The sheer excitement is too much.

Keep your fingers crossed those darn carseats will fit.  I mean, I'm ready to be a mini-mama, but would rather not incur yet another payment to make.