A First

I'm really bad with facts.  And by 'really bad,' I mean, reeeeeeaallly bad.  It's not just dates and events, it's names, and worst of all, BIRTHDAYS.

I am absolutely horrible about birthdays.  Remember year before last?   Yeah, it's pretty bad.  This year I worked very, very hard to remember my FIL's b-day. 

Well, I thought it couldn't get any worse....  
(and boy is that an epic cue line)

July 15th, 9 am-ish, cell phone conversation:

My mom:  Oh, and by the way, I wanted to be sure to wish you a happy birthday.
Me:  What?!  Is today my birthday?
My mom:  Um, no.
Me:  Uh oh--when is it?  (Having no clue the date)
My mom:  Tomorrow.
Me, genuinely shocked:  It is?  Tomorrow, really?  Tomorrow's the 16th already?
My mom:  (Probably hanging her head in shame, or at least trying to stifle a good laugh)

And there it is.  It's worse--much worse.  I forgot my own birthday.  Luckily for me, the following day, there were a lot of other people who did remember my birthday.  Thank you all for remembering the information stored in your brains!

Unner the bed

My 3 yr old nephew, Sean, had his hosting plans all set.  When we stayed at his house last night, he told Nathan several times where he was to sleep.  "Nathan.  You will sleep unner my bed," he'd say, emphasizing the word "under." 

We tried to convince him to let Nathan sleep ON the bed with Sean, but Sean was adamant.  "No, he can't sleep on the bed.  He can sleep unner the bed." 

It was so dang cute!  You probably had to be there to hear the way he said it, but I loved his conviction.  So cute.