Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

You know the drill...

• I totally DID NOT fall for it when WGH offered me a Starbucks latte and pumpkin loaf before church as a peace offering for NOT using a short tone with me. Furthermore, I certainly DID NOT start scheming on how to prevoke another short tone for next Sunday! After all, who DOESN'T like Starbuck's pumpkin loaf?! DEFINITELY NOT ME!


• When dealing with Wesley's new-found phobia to the color blue--yes, the actual color along with anything else that hue--I would NEVER behave in a way other than the utmost patience and understanding. My highly trained skills as mother totally prevent me from trying any of the following: logical arguments (did I mention he's 4?!), sweet pleading (again, did I mention he's 4?!), pitiful begging (ditto on the previous two), and eventually frustrated resignation (do I have to repeat it?!). Consequently, I will NOT be changing his navy blue sheets today and hiding his once beloved Thomas the Train pillow (as evidenced by the following photo taken a year ago).

• When someone (or several someones) marvels at Jilly's ultra-curly hair, I WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS secretly wish that she had "normal hair" because as beautiful as naturally curly hair is, it is even more of a chore keeping it well kempt. When I view the hair of my friends' girls, I certainly NEVER dream of what it would be like to brush smooth, silky hair and arrange it in all sorts of creative and trendy styles. I mean, really, who would ever NOT LOVE this

NOT ME!

Now that I've spilled my guts, go ahead, have at it!

My Little Mr. Monk

We have a little joke in our household about how obsessive compulsive Wes seems to be about some things. Don't even think about putting on his shirt before his pants, because "pants go first!" If you happen to do the unthinkable and but his shirt on first, look out. Fortunately for us, he is able to dress himself. He repeats his little "pants go first" mantra as he gets dressed though! This is not the only OCD behavior our little neat freak displays. Water on clothes, dirt on hands, and any other filthy combo like that also results in a meltdown. It is because of this I have labeled him my "Little Mr. Monk." You know, that OCD detective on TV portrayed by Tony Shaloub. You know how Monk touches every parking meter he comes across? This is total Wes behavior! Unfortunately the OCD characteristic is no where to be found when it comes to cleaning up the play room. A mom can dream can't she?!

So Kevin was helping the kids get ready for bed the other night and was having difficulty closing Wes' window blinds. Upon further investigation, he discovered...

Yes, they are all perfectly aligned and catorgized in some way that Wes tried to explain to me (it was obviously too logical for my simple mind to comprehend). Cars are at the beginning and all the way at the end is Thomas and Friends. Kevin insisted on my capturing Wes' antics for posterity (or just to embarrass him when he is a teen).

Here's the full shot...