I was playing cars with Flip the other day and he brought out his tractor trailer that has a spring action design that makes it break up when crashed head on. This is a very fun toy for boys. You just snap it back in place and crash it over and over...and OVER again.
We are setting the scene for the crash, the police car is there, the ambulance is close by and Flip says that he is ready and "When the tractor trailer crashes lets say shit." WHAT?!?!?! I stifle my laughter and explain that even though Momma sometimes says that word, its really not nice. "OK, then lets say dadgummit." Oh, no thats not nice either..."Flip sometimes Daddy says that but its not very good word to say."
Oh dear, I must really try harder not to say bad words around Flip.
"OK, Flip lets say Golly Gee Willikers," I suggest. "OK," Flip agrees...CRASH.
CRASH. CRASH. CRASH.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
High Carb Diet
Saturday is a busy day at my house. Laundry, dogs, cleaning, dishes, kids running around, cooking breakfast lunch and dinner for my hungry boys. Basically its insanity, but pleasant insanity because Dexter is home and able to spend time with Flip.
Yesterday I was feeling sorry for a friend who has two crazy boys so and a husband out of town, so I offered to watch them while she ran an errand and took a nap. The ciaos began at one when Flips little friend came over. They destroyed his room, harassed the dogs, dug holes in the back yard and were really loud the entire time. Its funny how Dexter all the sudden had to go get food at the grocery store, then after lunch go check out a sale at HH Greg. Planned, I think not?
So I spend the day trying to do my normal Saturday routine along with watching the extra kid. Naturally I am exhausted by the time Dexter returns. By the time dinner is over I collapse in bed, but before I close my eyes I remember that boys of all ages must be reminded to do things that are logical and second nature to me. So I yell for Dexter to put the food away. "OK, I will," he says. And I drift easily into sleep knowing that things are taking care of...
...Its 1 am and I wake to strange sounds. I'm trying to make sense of them and once I become awake and aware enough I realize its THE DOGS. I stumble into the living room to see they have been feasting on the left over french bread loaf, hamburger buns and pasta left on plates that were never taken to the sink! Well FRICK. There is nothing more irritating than being woken from my peaceful slumber. And clearly telling Dexter to put the food away is not enough, I must specify exactly what must be cleaned up..."Clear the table, scrape the dishes in the trash can - not the sink - and then put the bread in the pantry," is what I should have said. Its kind of like telling Flip to clean his room..."Put the cars in the car box, the dinosaurs in the drawer, and your dirty clothes in the hamper." Although there is a 26 year age difference the message needs the same delivery.
Just before I go wake Dexter up to clean up the mess I see that he did cover my chocolate cake that I made yesterday. My anger subsides, my blood pressure lowers and I smile. Dexter knows me very well, he saved my chocolate source. So he can sleep (at least till the dogs start whining because they have the runs).
Leave me a mess and I get mad, but save my chocolate and you get to sleep in!
Yesterday I was feeling sorry for a friend who has two crazy boys so and a husband out of town, so I offered to watch them while she ran an errand and took a nap. The ciaos began at one when Flips little friend came over. They destroyed his room, harassed the dogs, dug holes in the back yard and were really loud the entire time. Its funny how Dexter all the sudden had to go get food at the grocery store, then after lunch go check out a sale at HH Greg. Planned, I think not?
So I spend the day trying to do my normal Saturday routine along with watching the extra kid. Naturally I am exhausted by the time Dexter returns. By the time dinner is over I collapse in bed, but before I close my eyes I remember that boys of all ages must be reminded to do things that are logical and second nature to me. So I yell for Dexter to put the food away. "OK, I will," he says. And I drift easily into sleep knowing that things are taking care of...
...Its 1 am and I wake to strange sounds. I'm trying to make sense of them and once I become awake and aware enough I realize its THE DOGS. I stumble into the living room to see they have been feasting on the left over french bread loaf, hamburger buns and pasta left on plates that were never taken to the sink! Well FRICK. There is nothing more irritating than being woken from my peaceful slumber. And clearly telling Dexter to put the food away is not enough, I must specify exactly what must be cleaned up..."Clear the table, scrape the dishes in the trash can - not the sink - and then put the bread in the pantry," is what I should have said. Its kind of like telling Flip to clean his room..."Put the cars in the car box, the dinosaurs in the drawer, and your dirty clothes in the hamper." Although there is a 26 year age difference the message needs the same delivery.
Just before I go wake Dexter up to clean up the mess I see that he did cover my chocolate cake that I made yesterday. My anger subsides, my blood pressure lowers and I smile. Dexter knows me very well, he saved my chocolate source. So he can sleep (at least till the dogs start whining because they have the runs).
Leave me a mess and I get mad, but save my chocolate and you get to sleep in!
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