Did anyone have any this year? I think about them, but I'm not much of a resolution maker. Jack came home with a paper with a sequined decorated title of "2009". On it he wrote:
"I promis to read evre nigt.
and read 15 minits evre nigt.
and do my homewrek win I get home."
I love the misspellings as much as what he wrote. I also love that he's still years away from wanting to drop 15-20 pounds in the new year! ;)
So, after school he comes in to get a snack and then starts playing his Nintendo DS. I sat there staring and blinking at him. He didn't notice. So, I got this paper off of the fridge and quoted "2009....and do my homewrek WIN I GET HOME!"
He looked up and smiled then said "I really meant that to be for 2008, not 2009."
Ahhh! He's a clever one!
I've used this paper daily as a reminder of what he wrote until yesterday he added "I really wish I wouldn't have wrote that on my paper."
I understand!....but it's a great tool for me that puts the hook back on him and lessens the one on me for awhile! ;)
Quick On His Feet...
So, today is Friday. The boys love to rent movies from Blockbuster. It's a special Friday treat that happens a few times a month! Chris came home from work today and was greeted with "Can we go to Blockbuster and get movies?" He was irritated by this question, so as we sat down to dinner, he did the only thing he could do "What does Mommy think about going to Blockbuster?" Yes, he put the question on me. So, I was asked after every bite if I had thought about it. Then, as I was washing dishes I was pressed again by Jack, "Mommy, have you thought about it yet?" I answered with "I'm just not so sure. Y'all have been arguing a bunch lately and you were kind of ugly after school today." IMMEDIATELY Thatcher exclaims "Maybe we should go back and ask Daddy what he thinks instead."
These Are The Days...
Today, Thatcher had a play date at a friend's house. I had to wake up Margaret from her nap to go and pick him up. I left her in the car with the heat full blast just to run up to the door and retrieve the boy. Why do I ever think "it will only take a second"? Thatcher and his rambunctious friend take off to areas unknown and make me search for them. This begins with a smile on my face then ends with me talking to Thatcher between the first rows of teeth. He FINALLY gets the message and we leave.
Upon entering the car, I IMMEDIATELY smell what occurred while I was away. She was warm, under blankets, had a little fuzzy book to read....yes, a poop explosion. She was content for the moment, so I drove the long way to Jack's school. I thought "why not put it off...perhaps the rapture will come while I'm driving and then God can change her diaper." ;0)
He has a sense of humor too, so He decided this wasn't THE moment to return. I park at Jack's school and prepare for the inevitable. This is why we put the second seat down in the car....to leave a space for diaper changes. I didn't realize I'd have to strip the poor child down to her bare essentials and remove her now stained turtleneck. Of course, it never stops there...a smear here, a smear there! YIKES!
I have these blue bags called "sassy sacks" that smell like baby powder and are used for disposing of dirty diapers. Margaret LOVES them! She is constantly getting into them. I think it's the crinkly sound they make because she shakes them violently and laughs! It's not funny when the dirty diaper is in it and you haven't had a chance to seal the contents yet!
Sadly, the wipes have been in my car for a very long time. It has been below freezing in Michigan for months...so I had wipesicles. She didn't cry, she just gasped....heavily...with every swipe.
I managed to get her changed, cleaned up, wrestled a sassy sack away from her and buckled her back in her seat in 10 minutes. Not too bad! The best part of all was being able to use the travel sized Lysol and Febreze that I bought waiting at the check out one day at WalMart! Yes, I'm one of those easily influenced by the check-out products lure. These came in handy and now my car smells fresh and clean...for the moment.
Such is the life....my excitement for the day.
Upon entering the car, I IMMEDIATELY smell what occurred while I was away. She was warm, under blankets, had a little fuzzy book to read....yes, a poop explosion. She was content for the moment, so I drove the long way to Jack's school. I thought "why not put it off...perhaps the rapture will come while I'm driving and then God can change her diaper." ;0)
He has a sense of humor too, so He decided this wasn't THE moment to return. I park at Jack's school and prepare for the inevitable. This is why we put the second seat down in the car....to leave a space for diaper changes. I didn't realize I'd have to strip the poor child down to her bare essentials and remove her now stained turtleneck. Of course, it never stops there...a smear here, a smear there! YIKES!
I have these blue bags called "sassy sacks" that smell like baby powder and are used for disposing of dirty diapers. Margaret LOVES them! She is constantly getting into them. I think it's the crinkly sound they make because she shakes them violently and laughs! It's not funny when the dirty diaper is in it and you haven't had a chance to seal the contents yet!
Sadly, the wipes have been in my car for a very long time. It has been below freezing in Michigan for months...so I had wipesicles. She didn't cry, she just gasped....heavily...with every swipe.
I managed to get her changed, cleaned up, wrestled a sassy sack away from her and buckled her back in her seat in 10 minutes. Not too bad! The best part of all was being able to use the travel sized Lysol and Febreze that I bought waiting at the check out one day at WalMart! Yes, I'm one of those easily influenced by the check-out products lure. These came in handy and now my car smells fresh and clean...for the moment.
Such is the life....my excitement for the day.
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