pace: "mom, i was in the office."
me: "okay"
pace: "with the door shut"
me: "hmmm" (this is suspicious)
pace: "i was drinking a juice box" (not allowed at 8:30 in the morning). "i was hiding."
pace: "mom, you go ahead and go upstairs. go to bed."
me: "what are you going to do?"
pace: "i just stay down here and eat lots of raisins. i be okay."
he does not like it at all if he thinks i'm mad at him. he'll say "no, mom. i not mad at you. i loves you." and then, of course, i can't be mad at him anymore. i'd say it's a pretty good thing he came with some built-in cuteness defense systems. he'd be in serious trouble otherwise. as it is, i finally set up a play pen in the living room, where he can spend his frequent stay-here-till-you-can-be-happy moments. i was tired of carrying him up to his bed.
sigh.
let's see. is there anything else i've been doing besides putting pace in time-out?
oh, yes. liesel and gwyneth and i went to see "wicked" in miami for their birthday. we got all dressed up and had such a fun night. loren spoiled us all. first, by getting us the tickets, and then by letting us buy new clothes so we could be extra fancy.
uh oh. pace just discovered i'm on the computer. time to get off.
happy st. patrick's day! are you having fun wearing green?