April 9, 2010

At the dinner table

So I barely made a dent in my "to-do" list yesterday. I shouldn't be surprised. I should be hosting a big party for getting two whole items checked off! But I'm fresh out of ice cream and clean counter space.

Sorry.

So, with my grouch-o-meter set to 6.2 out of 10 points, I bring you little pink flowers frolicking in the sunshine bringing joy and happiness to all.... or something like that.

Okay, not really.

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The kids were eating strawberries in the kitchen while I was google-ing "how to freeze asparagus". Because google knows everything except "how to make dishes wash themselves".

I would know.

I hear Savannah yell from the other room, "Mooooooom! I need a wipe for my hands!

I didn't answer right away, because sometimes I am guilty of not wanting to leap up from what I'm doing to cater to my kid's every beck and call.

I know right, I'm so mean.

When the silence had stretched to about eight seconds I hear, "MOM! You're complaining about my answer!!"

Uh, run that by me again?

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"Mommymommymommymommymommymommy....MOMMY!"

I turn to face my son, who was blessed with an exceptionally strong and loud pair of lungs.

Just take my word for it.

"Mommy", he continues in a quiet, meek little voice, "I'm Mary had a little lamb!"   *giggling*


I love it when they think they're so funny.

By the way, does anyone have any great ideas on how to keep this little guy from picking at his face? I can't get his sores to go away because he won't leave them alone!

I even tried Spiderman bandaids. But ole' Spidey just didn't cut it.

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I just had to share this one from a while back, it's classic.

At lunch one day, after getting all the kids their food, I handed Savannah her sippy cup. She promptly started complaining that I had put the wrong color lid on her cup.

Frustrated from the day, I half jokingly said, "Gee, how come no one ever says, thanks for my drink mom, or thanks for my food mom, or thanks for not killing me mom."
 
There was a moment of pure silence. Then Savannah says, "Thanks for my drink mom, thanks for my food mom, and thanks for not killing me mom."
 
Luke and I busted up laughing.


 

12 super cool people speak:

Wonder Woman said...

I get the wanting a different color lid ALL THE TIME. Drives me bonkers. But every now and then, I get, "Thanks for making dinner, mom!" And it makes me very happy.

I also do not spring to action the second I hear my kids call.

Saimi said...

"You're complaining about my anwser" Hahaha, that's a good one!

You have better material than the comic strip 'The family Circus' I think Bil Keane should use your family as his inspiration instead!

Linda said...

My kids, dogs and husbnad should thank me daily for not killing them.

the fowlers said...

make him wear knit gloves until the picking habit goes away. it worked on me. :)

also, i want you to know that you make having a lot of little kids at home look both fun and easy. be careful or i might start getting some ideas - and my first "idea" is only six weeks old.

Patty Ann said...

I think I am going to let the girls read this. I am soooo happy not to be the only one with the craving sometimes to lock up the shoe and throw away the key!! I just keep saying....the Bible says, it came to pass. It never says it came to stay

Wendal said...

Haha. You're kids a wickedly funny, just like all kids really are. I loved Savannah's reply.

Wonder Woman - my 4 and 2 year old fight over colored cups and plates too.

Linda - your dogs too ?!! Awesome.

Garvin Smith said...

Raising a family is years of dull pain spiked with moments of immense joy, like this one. And, in the end, ultimately, the amount of joy greatly exceeds the pain experienced.
I know.

Mama Smith said...

LOVED this post...I am only sorry...I did NOT record...everything you kids did...Did not have a computer, then...LONG HAND...took alot of time...Fortunately...I did write down a couple of really CUTE ONES!

One Cluttered Brain said...

if i jumped every time my kiddos called I'd never get anything done.
Funny post.
I hope you enjoy your weekend.

Garden of Egan said...

Your grouch-o-meter only goes to 10?????

Honey we gotta talk!

The Kooky Queen--Rachel said...

Hahahahaha, love this! Kids are so crazy!! And my grouch-o-meter was at tipping way past 15 tonight...mrrgg

Sue said...

I like the gloves idea. And have a dermatologist look at it to make sure it's nothing that's itching him (like an eczema that's bleeding from being scratched).

Good luck! Funny post...

=)

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