Oh the joys of a lazy Sunday afternoon! We have had a great day just enjoying being home and lazing around. The boys filled the day with a star wars legos Wii marathon. I watched a movie, read the sales papers, played on facebook and then decided to cook my family a scrumptious dinner. I decided on meatloaf, smashed potatoes (not the instant junk), white shoe peg corn, and chocolate layer cake! Doesn't that just make you hungry? As I was wasting time on facebook I got into a chat with a cousin who cooks great! I ask him a few pointers on meatloaf and decide to go his way. His kids love his meatloaf and might I add that is the true test of a good meatloaf. I follow his instructions and as the meatloaf is cooking the smell is amazing. I just know the boys are gonna go for it. I dish out the plates so proudly. I set them down on the table to an alarmed child who starts questioning me. "Is this meatloaf mom?" I quickly and confidently answer, "No, this is meat pie. It has brown sugar in it." I get the token meatloaf groan and of course "I'm not eating this". I inform the sweet little gift from God that he must eat the minute piece of meatloaf if he wants choc. cake. He has no problem forgoing the choc. cake and not eating the meatloaf...............Oh the war begins. His father then takes over the war and rules he must eat it and takes away everything but the meatloaf. He starts taking a tiny bite and chew it and begins his crying. This not the kind of crying brought on by a terrible fall off a bike, or that of baby anticipating a splinter removal. This is a war cry. A self induced, I can make you feel like crap, not eat this stuff, and still get my choc. cake war cry. Well I ain't biting! I just sit there and watch it all unfold. I watch as my extremely intelligent husband is taking the bait. He didn't just take the bait. He bought the bait, put it on the hook and jabbed into his own cheek and allowed himself to be reeled in. Mason chewed a giant piece made a pretend gag and spit it back out onto his plate. He begins wailing even more. He starts to elevate his voice and asks very seriously, "Do I got to eat all this BARF?" I can't control myself at this point and begin to howl with laughter. Did this stinking dinner table terrorist just call my food barf? Nick of course with the hook still through his jaw tries again to negotiate a treaty. A treaty that sounded a bit like this, " If don't eat this you are not getting choc. cake."
He still wasn't ready to surrender. He took miniature bite after bite while his brother and I finished our meals and enjoyed the show. After each bite he tried to tell us how he was done and there was no more on the plate. I hate when the meatloaf goes invisible. At this point I realized this was a great blog in the making and get up and grab the camera. The child pulls his polo over his face and tries to drink his milk through it to prevent my taking a picture. I don't believe Dr. James Dobson could have kept it together on this one. However Nick stayed the course. The event ended with the barf being injested and the choc. cake being denied! Chalk one up for Nick. I haven't a moral to the story. I just know the Kardashians have nothing on us!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
In the beginning....
OK so I did it! I jumped and here we have landed. I had such a crazy evening and instead of recounting all the details in too many phone calls to too many people I decided to enter the world of bloggers. I don't know the lingo or rules so for all my friends out there that do be easy on me! OK so off into the crazy day that got me here.......
Nick and I picked the boys up from school in the drizzle. It was still nice out just showers here and there that looked like they would go away quickly. We get home, dressed all three boys and ourselves in our swim suits and took off. The pool was great only a little drama with Morgan and his two failed attempts at drowning Mason. I was lounging with the baby asleep on my chest enjoying watching the big boys and Nick roughhouse. All of a sudden Nick goes under water and thunder booms overhead. I am yelling for the boys to get out of the pool before they are struck by lightning. Nick misses is it all by being underwater. He finally comes up and the boys are scurrying(as fast as 5 and 8 year old boys scurry) to get out and I stand up to convey the danger to him and sweet baby Matty pukes right down my shirt. The rain starts dumping out of the sky and I have to forget the puke, that is now gathering in my belly button, and cover Matty with a towel to keep him dry. In the mean time the big boys start fighting that carries over into the van. All I hear is Mason singing and Morgan getting really angry and starting to cry and tattle at the same time as only he can. Nick tells Morgan from now on when Mason sings a song and calls him a butt that he can wipe a booger on him..............really??? Morgan busts out into a laughter that makes me laugh and I am sure Nick as well. Mason gets really mad but the fighting did stop! Later at the house Mason forgets, five minutes later, and calls Morgan a butt and Morgan runs for Nick to tell him Mason called him a butt and the booger was ready! Mason erupts into wailing, and mind you they are both naked and supposed to be showering. Mason sits in Nicks closet naked and starts talking about how he was moving into a box outside. He is taking his cars and his ten dollars and moving. All I can think is my 8 year old is crying naked in the closet and moving into a box! Lord help me! Calmness falls about 10 minutes later and peace is restored. I don't know if I will ever be the same after the booger and the box! Why can't my children melt down with clothes on and why does my husband dole out punishment like a 15 year old boy? Day is done! Thank you Lord!
Nick and I picked the boys up from school in the drizzle. It was still nice out just showers here and there that looked like they would go away quickly. We get home, dressed all three boys and ourselves in our swim suits and took off. The pool was great only a little drama with Morgan and his two failed attempts at drowning Mason. I was lounging with the baby asleep on my chest enjoying watching the big boys and Nick roughhouse. All of a sudden Nick goes under water and thunder booms overhead. I am yelling for the boys to get out of the pool before they are struck by lightning. Nick misses is it all by being underwater. He finally comes up and the boys are scurrying(as fast as 5 and 8 year old boys scurry) to get out and I stand up to convey the danger to him and sweet baby Matty pukes right down my shirt. The rain starts dumping out of the sky and I have to forget the puke, that is now gathering in my belly button, and cover Matty with a towel to keep him dry. In the mean time the big boys start fighting that carries over into the van. All I hear is Mason singing and Morgan getting really angry and starting to cry and tattle at the same time as only he can. Nick tells Morgan from now on when Mason sings a song and calls him a butt that he can wipe a booger on him..............really??? Morgan busts out into a laughter that makes me laugh and I am sure Nick as well. Mason gets really mad but the fighting did stop! Later at the house Mason forgets, five minutes later, and calls Morgan a butt and Morgan runs for Nick to tell him Mason called him a butt and the booger was ready! Mason erupts into wailing, and mind you they are both naked and supposed to be showering. Mason sits in Nicks closet naked and starts talking about how he was moving into a box outside. He is taking his cars and his ten dollars and moving. All I can think is my 8 year old is crying naked in the closet and moving into a box! Lord help me! Calmness falls about 10 minutes later and peace is restored. I don't know if I will ever be the same after the booger and the box! Why can't my children melt down with clothes on and why does my husband dole out punishment like a 15 year old boy? Day is done! Thank you Lord!
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