Today...
My girl: Mom, do you know anyone with manboobs?
My youngest: (Holding a picture of his oldest brother) Mommy, Isaac nosey boogers!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Guess where I found my youngest today?
It has been a super busy and crazy fun week around here. As a result, the house is a mess and there is laundry, in various stages of folding and sorting, piled all over the place. This morning I had some time to tackle the piles in an attempt to bring order once again.
I brought C upstairs with me so he could play either in his room or in my room. He chose a different room. I was deeply engrossed in my task when I realized that I could hear water splashing. I ran to the bathroom and found C bent over the toilet with his arms in all the way. He was laughing and obviously having a great time. It wasn't just toilet water he was playing in, though. Yes, you guessed it. One of his brothers forgot to flush. He was playing in pee! I didn't stop to take a picture. I grabbed the happy boy out of the toilet, stripped him and plopped him right down into the tub where he had a nice long soak.
After the "horror" of the moment I just had to laugh. Now, I'm laughing again and drinking a glass of wine. C was not worried about the fact that he was playing in urine. He just knew he was having fun. Maybe there is a lesson in there somewhere for me. I should quit worrying about stuff and just have more fun. Easy enough, right?
I brought C upstairs with me so he could play either in his room or in my room. He chose a different room. I was deeply engrossed in my task when I realized that I could hear water splashing. I ran to the bathroom and found C bent over the toilet with his arms in all the way. He was laughing and obviously having a great time. It wasn't just toilet water he was playing in, though. Yes, you guessed it. One of his brothers forgot to flush. He was playing in pee! I didn't stop to take a picture. I grabbed the happy boy out of the toilet, stripped him and plopped him right down into the tub where he had a nice long soak.
After the "horror" of the moment I just had to laugh. Now, I'm laughing again and drinking a glass of wine. C was not worried about the fact that he was playing in urine. He just knew he was having fun. Maybe there is a lesson in there somewhere for me. I should quit worrying about stuff and just have more fun. Easy enough, right?
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Oh my gosh....
I recently finished reading, The Sweetnes at the Bottom of the Pie.
http://www.amazon.com/Sweetness-at-Bottom-Pie/dp/0385342306
The novel begins with Flavia, the 11 year old main character, tied up (by her sisters) in a closet. Now Flavia's mother died and her father is quite absent. So, the antics of Flavia and her sisters can be seen as a bit extreme. Until now. I just overheard my oldest child telling his sister that she was just fine because she had food and water. Apparently, he had locked her up in the closet. I, of course, hollered that he must let her out. Then, I hear her yelling, "owie, owie, owie!" When I asked her twin what that was about, he said that the aforementioned older brother had duct taped her legs as she was made his prisoner. When questioned about the thinking behind locking his sister in the closet, my sweet son said, "Well, she wanted me to."
To which I responded, "WHAT?!"
"Yes, I said that I wished I could duct tape S and lock him in the the closet and she said I could do it to her!" This very much sounds like something my girl would say.
When questioned, she said, "Well, I didn't know he was going to duct tape me!" Imagine my strong feisty girl saying that with attitude.
Oh my! Unlike Flavia, my children have two very present parents, but this is the week with NO summer activities lined up. I guess my children are bored and tapping into their creative juices as they play. Yes, that must be it. Because, if I start comparing my girl to Flavia de Luce I might have to pull my hair out.
http://www.amazon.com/Sweetness-at-Bottom-Pie/dp/0385342306
The novel begins with Flavia, the 11 year old main character, tied up (by her sisters) in a closet. Now Flavia's mother died and her father is quite absent. So, the antics of Flavia and her sisters can be seen as a bit extreme. Until now. I just overheard my oldest child telling his sister that she was just fine because she had food and water. Apparently, he had locked her up in the closet. I, of course, hollered that he must let her out. Then, I hear her yelling, "owie, owie, owie!" When I asked her twin what that was about, he said that the aforementioned older brother had duct taped her legs as she was made his prisoner. When questioned about the thinking behind locking his sister in the closet, my sweet son said, "Well, she wanted me to."
To which I responded, "WHAT?!"
"Yes, I said that I wished I could duct tape S and lock him in the the closet and she said I could do it to her!" This very much sounds like something my girl would say.
When questioned, she said, "Well, I didn't know he was going to duct tape me!" Imagine my strong feisty girl saying that with attitude.
Oh my! Unlike Flavia, my children have two very present parents, but this is the week with NO summer activities lined up. I guess my children are bored and tapping into their creative juices as they play. Yes, that must be it. Because, if I start comparing my girl to Flavia de Luce I might have to pull my hair out.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Letting go
So, I'm a bit of a control freak. I know this is difficult to believe, but it's true. I like things to be clean and in order. Having four kids has completely disrupted the order of my home. Chaos is king and flexibility is key.
Last weekend, I got up early and cleaned my kitchen. By "cleaned" I mean that I scrubbed the floors, the sinks, and the counters. The dishwasher was emptied and the coffee was brewing. Aah....a quiet moment all to myself in a clean and orderly room. I hadn't even poured myself the first cuppa when the oldest two came bounding into to my space wanting to make breakfast. I offered cereal...they didn't want it. I offered yogurt and fruit....they didn't want it. Whatever I offered....they didn't want it. They wanted to make their own breakfast. Of course they did not want to make the same thing. The oldest wanted peanut butter french toast (Darn that Rachael Ray kids cookbook!) and my girl wanted to waffles. So, what did I do? I let them. The condition was that the kitchen had to be restored to its original condition when they were done (yeah right).
Well, the kitchen has yet to fully recover, but the kids practiced following a recipe, enjoying the fruits of their labor, and cleaning up (kind of ) after themselves. As for me and my coffee....I think I had to warm it up at least twice before drinking it down. But, I view this as an investment in my future. One day they will do this without supervision. I'll expect to be served french toast, waffles, and most importantly....my fresh cup of coffee.
Last weekend, I got up early and cleaned my kitchen. By "cleaned" I mean that I scrubbed the floors, the sinks, and the counters. The dishwasher was emptied and the coffee was brewing. Aah....a quiet moment all to myself in a clean and orderly room. I hadn't even poured myself the first cuppa when the oldest two came bounding into to my space wanting to make breakfast. I offered cereal...they didn't want it. I offered yogurt and fruit....they didn't want it. Whatever I offered....they didn't want it. They wanted to make their own breakfast. Of course they did not want to make the same thing. The oldest wanted peanut butter french toast (Darn that Rachael Ray kids cookbook!) and my girl wanted to waffles. So, what did I do? I let them. The condition was that the kitchen had to be restored to its original condition when they were done (yeah right).
Well, the kitchen has yet to fully recover, but the kids practiced following a recipe, enjoying the fruits of their labor, and cleaning up (kind of ) after themselves. As for me and my coffee....I think I had to warm it up at least twice before drinking it down. But, I view this as an investment in my future. One day they will do this without supervision. I'll expect to be served french toast, waffles, and most importantly....my fresh cup of coffee.
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