- Isaac and I were playing a game the other day where he was the mom and I was the kid, which was fun because he read me books, and tucked me in with lots of cuddly toys. He also fixed me a pretend PB&J. Of course, during the entire game he referred to me as “KID”. After about 30 minutes, I really needed to wash dishes so I told him I was ready to be the mom again. He asked if he could be daddy. I said okay and then asked him what we should do first. He said, “well, first we better check the weather”. Perfect daddy impression–that is SO Jason!!!
- On the morning of our “blizzard”, I opened Matthew’s curtains and blinds so that he would see the snow outside right when he woke up. Later, I went in his room and found him sitting up in bed looking outside. I said what do you see? He said, “I see ice cream!!!”.
- So I’m 33, but I still only eat my cereal dry. I love milk, but I have a soggy cereal phobia. This is just one of my many food phobias–others include normally leaving one bite on my plate when I’m done, being terrified of other people’s refrigerators (I attribute this to my mother putting leftovers in old margarine containers, which led to unwelcome shock therapy) and holding my breath to the point of nearly fainting when opening any container of leftovers. But hey, at least, I stopped dry heaving about it. Oh, and I hate sharing food, which most of you know. Actually I went to the movies with a friend right before Christmas and had a box of Junior Mints. I offered her some, even though she knows I hate to share. She laughed and declined saying that was very big of me. I totally agreed. Anyway, I eat cereal out of a box or the bowl dry while drinking a glass of milk. SOMETIMES I will put milk on granola, but only if I know I can dedicate 3-5 minutes straight for wolfing it down while it’s still crunchy. So that’s how the boys eat cereal too. I’m raising a whole new generation of weirdos.
- Last night at dinner, I told the boys we were going to say a new blessing. Normally they sing a simple, little song, and I was concerned that they weren’t getting much out of the meaning. I was going to introduce the idea of just praying and thanking God for our food. I told Isaac we were going to try a “talking” prayer instead of a singing one, and before I could go on, he folded his hands began: Dear God, thank you for this food, that was soooooo nice of you to make us dinner. Amen.
- Remember Silly Gilly Gumbles? Well, he has been replaced by someone named Smelly Fox. Last week, Matthew’s vocabulary list had a lot of animals on it. One was a fox, but he would only identify it as Smelly Fox. They also refer to me as The Monster when I vacuum. At least I think that’s the only time they call me that…..
- Meteorology nerds: Answer me this. If it’s 34 degrees outside, why does it feel like 26? How did you measure all that, and if it feels like 26, then why isn’t it 26? I don’t get this AT ALL. I just want to know when the inch of ice is going to melt off my car, so I can leave the house…..because this is Alabama and I ain’t scraping it. Living here also allows me to use “ain’t” in regular conversation, along with “fixin’ to”, “y’all”, and “up the road a piece”.
- And, if we can measure what the temperature really is, along with how it FEELS, then why can’t we measure useful things like how tired a person is. I mean we can measure energy, so why not the lack of?? It would be very useful, for instance, if your kid was crying in the middle of the night, you could do take your tired measurement and compare it to your husbands and make HIM go take care of the kid. Ideas like this–I got a million of ’em.
- Isaac to Jason: “I got some ice cream for you….it’s in my pocket.”