he said

tonight we celebrated carter's birthday with dinner at chili's (her choice, obviously). josh started talking about what we were doing 6 years ago at that moment.
miller: where was i if i wasn't in your belly?
josh: you were a distant thought.
me: we didn't know about you yet.
miller: i was in the sky with God.
josh: yes, and he sent you to us a little later.
miller: did he send me in the mail??

he said

we have been sick, sick, sick. between the stomach virus that took our house by storm and the fever virus that has latched onto spencer for the last 5 days, i am over it. i have yet to take all three kids to preschool this week. luckily, my gracious parents have kept the ailing children so i could teach, and get a break from the sickies. so, today miller and spencer stayed with my parents at their home. let me set this up with a little back story:

when i was 17, i took in a stray cat while my parents were on vacation. yes, i did this occasionally much to my father's chagrin. thankfully, josh's allergy has curbed this unwelcome habit. my mother, who probably fostered such antics, took the cat to the vet and found out that he was a young cat who had been neutered and then dumped. so, we kept him. fast forward 15 years and here sit my parents with a 17 year old ailing cat who lives in the upstairs of their home do to my children's unwarranted fear of things that jump. even though they rarely saw him, they loved him and asked about him often. miller had become brave enough in the last year to help feed and care for him. this new found affection kept my parents from doing what they so desperately knew needed to be done. so, a couple of weeks before our disney trip, my mom did it, and then left town  in hopes that my children would forget. ahh . . . naivety, naivety.

while we were in disney, they mentioned continuing their vacation at the beach the following week to which one of my children said, "but who will feed sam?" uh oh.

now, back to today. my mom said she saw miller's eyes dart upstairs not long after he arrived. after a little while, he just put it out there and the following conversation occurred.

miller: where's sam?

my mom: well, he was really old and not well and he died. do you know what died means?

my dad: he went to be with Jesus.

miller: so if God took him to live with Jesus, do you think he could send a dog to live in your room?

my mom: do you think dogs are better than cats?

miller: yeah. cats sleep too much.

rest in peace, sam. rest in peace.

he said (christmas style)

on our ride home the other night, i could hear miller talking under chris cornell's ava maria (ahh, christmas music). when i turned it down to make sure he didn't need anything, he said in awe,

"look, it's the star of bethlehem!"

it was really a radio tower,
but i love that he believes he could see the star of bethlehem just as the wisemen did.

oh, the magic of christmas.

he said: the pledge

he said

the other day my parents watched the kiddies while i went to a consignment sale. upon arriving home, i was greeted at the door by carter and someone who resembled this guy . . .

or maybe it was this guy . . .

oh, no, apparently it was just miller dressed for a party. well, obviously, just look at the shorts.

oh, this kid.

earlier that day, he was eating cereal and walked through the kitchen with a spoon in his mouth. he removed the spoon from his mouth and dropped it back in the utensil drawer. my mom witnessed the entire scene and said, "miller, you can't do that." to which he responded, "it's okay, meme. i cleaned it with my mouth."

personality. he is full of it.

he said

when i was looking through pictures on the computer recently, i found a few things i never posted. i will be posting them randomly. this picture was taken one morning before preschool. i usually open the door to the car and let the kids crawl in and buckle their straps while i load the car. on this particular morning, as i headed out the door for the last time, i found miller sitting at the bottom of the steps. 

me: why are you not in your seat?

miller: i'm frustrating.

me: (thinking why yes you are?) you mean frustrated.

miller: yeah.

me: why?

miller: because i can't open the door.

he meant the door on his side. i usually just open the one on spencer's side. now i open both.

he said

"i need a magazine."