Monday, June 29, 2009
Can't Believe Everything You See On TV
A few moments later, "Oooohhhh...it can clean up all sorts of things. I bet it would work good to pick up dog hair." It wasn't long before Emily joined him, "You SHOULD get one of those, Mom," followed by Ben's excited, "You buy one, you get one for FREE!!"
I couldn't resist asking, "So if I get one of those, you guys will clean for me?"
"Yes!" they both assured me.
I found this exchange so humorous that I had to find Paul and fill him in. I was in our room relaying the conversation only a moment before Ben burst in announcing to Paul, "Dad. Mom NEEDS to get the sweeper on TV. It can pick up vegetables and screws! Oh! And it bends, Dad. The handle bends so you can get under the furniture. I bet it would even get under our couch. You only pay $19.99 twice and you get TWO! Two sweepers, two batteries, and two extra small ones. We should get this, Dad." Paul was amused, but not persuaded. He told Ben we wouldn't be calling in to order, and that was the end of it.
Or so I thought. Today, as I was emptying out my bagless vacuum cylinder and shaking out the filter, Ben admonished me that it was too bad I didn't have that sweeper. If I had the sweeper, all I would have to do is push a button to empty it in the trash, and I wouldn't have the dusty job of shaking out the filter. It would be clean and easy with the sweeper. "Too bad you don't have it, Mom."
Yes, too bad indeed!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
How To Bring In Summer Vacation
Apparently the only way to begin one's summer vacation is with a soothing, backyard, spa-style mud bath! Either that or it's a simple case of math: kids+water+readily available pile of dirt+leisure time=HUGE (fun) MESS!!!
I chuckled and pointed them out to Paul, then went to grab my camera. I couldn't miss this photo opp! I smiled and shook my head as they gleefully covered themselves from head to toe. I didn't have the heart to be upset. I did have the heart, however, to make them wash off outside under the hose!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Father's Day
The wit that proceeds out of the mouths of babes... or Ben in this case. Priceless!
Happy Father's Day!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sad State Of Affairs
We found new flip flops and browsed a bit to see if there was anything Emily wanted to buy with her money. Ben and Jenna waited patiently through the jewelery section and looked longingly in the toy isles. To their credit, they had good attitudes the whole time. My oh so grown up Emily recognized this, and feeling benevolent (as she had the good fortune to be the recent birthday girl) gave a quarter to Jenna to ride the train and two quarters to Ben to spend at the machines on the way out. We finalized our purchases, and made our way to the exit. Jenna grinned from ear to ear during her train ride! Ben bought a gumball with his first quarter, and the second quarter bestowed upon him...a rock.
Now, maybe I am just a critical and hardened adult...but a rock? That seems like a sad state of affairs when you are a child anticipating your prize and you are rewarded with a small... well, pebble really. True, it is smooth and colorful, but I'd rather find that treasure in nature. For free. Not that the normal prizes are anything to write home about. They are usually played with for a day or two, forgotten, and then quietly thrown away by mom :) Be that as it may...I would have been sorely disappointed as a child.
Ben, however, took it in stride. "What did ya get, Ben?" I asked him. "A rock," he replied. "A rock???" I questioned. "Yeah. I think it's a special rock 'cause this paper says it's from another country. I think it's rare," he answers, and he pops it in his pocket. He accepts his 'rare' pebble from another country as his prize. He was just happy to have a quarter to spend!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Busy, Busy
ANYWAY, as much as I may be blogging in my head, my reality has been full of children, construction, really neglected house work, meetings, t-ball, an insanely fast growing two-acre lawn, and a new little fuzzball that is adorable but must be watched at all times! Yeah, it's a little crazy around here, but I can also see that many of these things are but a short season. Come fall my life will be vastly different. The house will be done, the puppy will be older and wiser, and it sounds like we may have all three kids going for a full day of school. Whatever will I do with myself??? (snickering quietly) I have a sneaking feeling I'll find something to do!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
A Little Chocolate
He's just a little guy, so we will have our work cut out for us. That's okay, though. We're already smitten!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A Brief Interlude
Oh why, oh why did my air conditioning break?
Oh why will it not work for me?
I am sweaty and sticky, uncomfortable and hot
Oh why will it not work for me?
Monday, June 1, 2009
MEMO
To: Myself
From: Myself
Subject: Getting Dressed
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When getting myself dressed to go to my son's T-ball game, or any other place out in public, I must always remember to put my clothes on properly. Arriving at said T-ball game and realizing that I have put my shirt on inside out is not acceptable. It does not matter if it has been a jam-packed, busy day. I have been dressing myself for approx 28 years. I am too old for this nonsense! It flusters a person to no end to reach back, feel their tag sticking out, and realize it cannot be tucked back in because the stitched side is out. Promptly covering my mistake with a sweatshirt and then nonchalantly walking to the bathroom to turn my shirt right side out resolves the issue with minimal notice, however please note that this sort of mistake should be averted at all costs in the future.