Cleanup, Cleanup

Posted November 17th, 2007 by Mom | Comments (0)

One day recently C was playing in the living room.  B was home and we wanted the kids to play upstairs in the playroom so we could have a little time to watch tv, talk, etc.

B mentioned to C, “Why don’t you go upstairs and play with J?”

C, “Mommy needs to cleanup the playroom.”

I was sitting on the couch crocheting and raised my eyebrows!

B, “Who made the mess upstairs?”

C, “There are toys all over the floor.”

B, “Again, who made the mess in the playroom and put the toys on the floor?”

C, “Well, me and J.”

B, “Who should pick up the toys that you and J got out?”

C, “Well, Mommy always helps us.”

Mommy (after calling J downstairs), “I have an idea.  I am going to set the apple timer for 30 minutes.  You and J go upstairs and pick up your toys.  Whatever is left on the floor is going into a garbage bag and into the attic.”

C - whining, J - could care less - is playing on the floor with a car

I went upstairs and sat with the boys while they cleaned up the playroom.  (It was more “cleaned AT” the playroom.)  I gave them countdown warnings and finally called down to B for him to bring up a trash bag for me.

C had been concerned that J wasn’t cleaning up.  I told C that I would start putting J’s toys in the garbage bag first and then go on to C’s toys that he didn’t pick up.

Once the trash bag appeared, C and J got really upset, but I think it drove home the idea that Mommy isn’t responsible for picking up after them, that I might sometimes CHOOSE to help and prefer the house to be neat.

The end result is that the playroom is staying neater, C and J are telling me “thank you” when they notice that I have cleaned up anything, and C and J are learning respect of our home.

Happy 11th Anniversary, B!

Posted November 16th, 2007 by Mom | Comments (0)

Happy 11th Wedding Anniversary to my beloved B!

Next to my acceptance of Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior, marrying you was the best decision of my life. You have stuck by me through good and bad times, through sickness and health, and have given me the best reason to wake up in the mornings. You are my reason for living and I will love you until the day I take my last breath. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and for supporting me and our family emotionally and physically for all these years. You are the most wonderful, caring, loving, funny, compassionate, amazing man I know and I am proud to be your wife.

Here’s to another year of wedded bliss with you…

Southern Accent

Posted November 15th, 2007 by Mom | Comments (0)

B keeps threatening me that we are going to send the boys out to be with their Aunt C for a few months to try to get the southern accent out of them. I was just playing cars with J and he had a straight line of cars on the floor. Here are some words he was using (and their phonetic spellings of how J said the words):

line (li-on)

help (hay-up)

ambulance (am-bu-lance) This might be the correct way to say it - what do I know?!

told (toad)

lie (wye - lie with a “w” beginning)

I am really going to miss him being 3! Well, not the attitude part or the mouthing off part, or the misbehaving, well… I am going to miss his phonetics. Seriously, every phase has wonderful parts!

2nd lost tooth!

Posted November 15th, 2007 by Mom | Comments (0)

C came to me while I was in the kitchen.  He had been sitting on the couch watching “The Incredibles” and pulled his tooth out.  YEAH!!!!!!!

This is the 2nd tooth C has lost.  It is on the bottom next to the other one he lost about a month or so ago.

C has already retrieved his tooth pillow and has put his tooth in it for the tooth fairy to claim tonight.  The tooth fairy brings him a gold Sacagewea $1 coin for each lost tooth.  (Good thing I got several of them at the bank when I was anticipating the first tooth coming out!)

As soon as the tooth came out, C said, “I want a new toy!”  I told him that he only got a toy for the first tooth coming out and for any other teeth he gets the gold dollar coin.  C was fine with this, and we called Daddy to tell him about this new event.

While C was talking to Daddy B, C said, “Now that I’ve got my tooth out, I want some candy!”

Older people wouldn’t find this as funny as we did - losing teeth and wanting more candy…  Should I get the dentist to talk to C about the effects of candy on teeth?!

Chickens make eggs (and milk?)

Posted November 9th, 2007 by Mom | Comments (0)

The boys and I had to make a grocery store run this morning (yes, B - I forgot the milk, that’s why I asked you to bring it home this evening). I am almost out of my homemade hot chocolate mix and needed to make some more, in addition we were out of eggs. As I was putting the groceries away, I sat aside on the counter the ingredients to make my hot chocolate mix. One of the ingredients is powdered milk.

J came inside from playing in the backyard and saw the box of powdered milk. The box of powdered milk has a picture of a cow on it.

J: Is this cow food?

Mommy: No, it is powdered milk to put in my hot chocolate mix. Where does milk come from?

J: I don’t know.

Mommy: Think about it. Were does the milk we drink come from?

J: Chickens!

Mommy: No. Chickens make eggs. Cows make milk. Now, where does milk come from?

J: Cows!

I was half expecting J to say “Walmart!”

So much to learn!

Health Update 11.9.07

Posted November 9th, 2007 by Mom | Comments (0)

I took C to the pediatrician this morning. Both of his ears are infected. Antibiotics for him, now, too.

I called B to let him know of the doctor’s report.

B said: “Okay, this makes ear infection, bronchitis and pink eye in the house right now. Correct?”

I replied: “You forgot that I stubbed my big toe last night on a toy.” (also, B forgot about my sinus infection as well… who’s counting anyway?)

B: “Well, at least all the bases are covered.”

(I just organized all the medicines on the kitchen counter - 3 for me in addition to my daily medications, 3 for J, 2 for C. Plus the children’s tylenol, cough drops, and sore throat spray. It’s bad in the house when we each have our own tupperware containers of medicines! - at this point it is almost laughable if the laughing didn’t put me into a coughing frenzy!)