Mom? Umm . . .

Here is the latest converstation that I have with Blake -

Blakey: Mom?
Me: Yes?
Blakey: Umm . . .

That's it! He never has anything else to say. This happens about, oh, every 5 minutes or so. He picked up these amazing social skills from his big brother. I think they are either too busy to stop and actually tell me what they want or they (meaning Blakey) is just checking to make sure I am still around. Lately he is convinced that if I leave even for a minute that I will never come back. He throws his body in front of the door and yells "No bye-bye" even if I am just going to take out the trash. Silly boy!

(He really was mad before this picture, but as soon as the camera comes out he cheeses it up!)