Mom:"I don’t have time for this crap!"
Evan, 3 years old, muffled by pacifier:"What crap?"
Dad, chuckling:"Yeah, what crap, Mom?"
Evan:"Yeah, what crap Mom?"
Category: Family
Happenings in a 5 child, 2 adult household.
From the mouths of babes
Evan, 3 years old, going down for a nap:"Daddy. Wake up and go store. And play in water. Then come home and go sleep."
Dad:"Take a nap first."
Evan:"Okay."
I love that boy so much! I love all my children.
From the mouths of babes
Amy’s friend:"I want to play the step mom."
Amy’s friend:"And she better be pretty!"
From the mouths of babes
Ring, ring.
Dad: "Hello."
Amy, 6 years old:"I need a bra."
Dad:"Uh. Usually you don’t get one of those until you are about 10."
Amy:"Well, ____ isn’t 10 yet and she has one."
Dad:"But you don’t need a bra."
Amy:"I want a bra today."
Dad:"Can we talk about this later?"
Amy:"Can I get one tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?"
Let’s send Sarah and Cathy to Blogher!
I have tried Chipin a couple of times without success. Of course, the vasectomy chipin was a huge failure but did remarkably better than the new dryer chipin. I thought I would give Chipin one more try with a cause that is less about me and more about others, albeit, others close to me. See, we have three female bloggers in the house. Cathy blogs at Domestic Psychology. Sarah blogs on her own website. And Amy blogs on her own website. Granted, Amy and Sarah don’t post very frequently and sometimes their content is lacking a little substance, but they try. Amy’s composition and typing skills are age appropriate and Sarah would rather be on Facebook or MySpace.
Cathy would love to have the opportunity to participate in a convention. Blogher Nashville would be perfect! And I think Sarah would really enjoy it too. So I am giving Chipin one more try. Let’s send the girls to Blogher Nashville! Please consider contributing to their registration fees and hotel. Thanks! (I have also put a widget in the sidebar)
From the mouths of babes
Cathy, eating a bowl of ice cream topped with blue berries and peaches: *Ach chuu!*
Cathy:"Oops. hahahaha"
Tonight’s Stalls
Tonight we began enforcing school time bedtimes to get everyone acclimated to the changes coming next week. Tommy has a "get up" time rather than a bedtime; he’s really on his own. Sarah will probably sneak Breaking Dawn in bed. Noah pulled a complete evasion by shooting off to a friend’s house for a sleep over. Amy fought hers hard jumping from bed to bed, having tantrums, refusals, screaming, and tearing up her sisters room decor. Evan pulled the "I gotta poop" stall and enhanced it with the "I need a bandaid" the moment he hit the crib. He turned on alligator tears for added affect but only scored about a 60 second delay with that one as opposed to a 20 minute delay from potential poo.
From the mouths of babes
Evan, pound pound pound: "Mooom MIE! You don’t yeeET?"
Evan: "Moommie!"
Evan:"You done yet?"
Evan:"You done yet?&qout;
Evan:"Mommy. You done yet?"
I can only assume she was in the bathroom.
Evan:"Daddy. Amy hit my shirt!"
Dad:"She what?"
Evan:"Amy hit my shirt. Go like this!"
Call the writers, my script has blank pages!
Being "only human" is perhaps the hardest part of being human. We are prone to error. We are a reactive bunch despite intellectually knowing that we would be better served as a responsive organism. Stress and chaos induces triggers to ingrained habits at the most inopportune times. This is dadhood…3 steps forward, 4 steps back. The noise rose, multiple bodies tried to defy the laws of physics and occupy the same space at the same time, a pet yelped, and I brought shock and awe when I should have used please and thank you. Way to go daddy-o. Calgon take me away! (Someone should make a scotch and name it Calgon.)
That clean feeling..briefly
This morning I arose to a quiet household, took a meditative scalding hot bath, and was feeling exceeding clean right up until that moment I stepped out of the bathroom to discover…dog vomit.
How a 3 year old delays bed time
Wait until Dad diapers and completely dresses you then say, "Got go poop Daddy!"
From the mouths of babes
Dad: "Time to take a bath."
Evan, 3 years old: "Sorry Dad. I can’t take bath."
Dad:"We are going to take a bath and brush your teeth."
Evan:"Sorry Dad. Not right now. Going to get cereal."
Evan, with the world’s cutest wave, and cheery:"Bye."
From the mouths of babes
Evan, being carried by Sarah: "Fine Sarah. I going to crib. Fine."
Sarah: "Okay."
How to have a happy marriage
I left one out of my Top 10 Ways to have a happy marriage. Marry someone with your same sleep schedule!
Cat Kills Bat; I have evil thoughts for cat
The outside cat killed another bat! How am I supposed to create a colony of bats with a bat killer outside?