Housework Help

Such a good kid. At least he throws up in the tiled dining room, and not the carpeted living room. Four times. So far.

So tell me, are we in trouble?

S. started climbing on top of her play cube, and I told her, "You get that foot off, young lady!" She grinned, said "Okay!" and put the other foot up on it.

This after I caught her PRACTICING her pouty face in the mirror yesterday.

Pouting Practice

No...

Not enough lip...

Almost...turn the corners down just a little bit more, and really get the eyes into it...

That's it! Perfect!

Nascar races - slower than a toddler

Went to a party at a friend's house tonight (I think we were supposed to be watching a bunch of drivers making continual left turns). C. spent the entire time running around with a pack of boys, which he SO needed to do. S. walked around dusting everything in the house with a tissue. She blew her nose in it every now and then - gives the wood that extra shine.

So, if they got all the exercise, why am I exhausted?

An All-Purpose Insult

After recovering from my last blog post, M. wondered aloud what C. would actually say to his sister's boyfriend. He thought. And thought. And thought. And finally came up with:

















"You're a watermelon."

Yup, you can't say much more than that.

Fun with Sadism

Teenager approaches with her best "I'm such an angel you can't possibly say no to me" look.

"Mooooooom?"

"Yeeeeess?"

"What are your plans for Friday?"

"Um...work?"

"After work?"

"Why?"

"Welllllllll....Chet asked if I wanted to go to the carnival with him..."

"And you want me to go with you! That's so sweet, I would LOVE to!"

"NO! Nonononono. You can just drop me off at he carnival, and then later Dad can come and pick me..."

"Oh, don't be silly honey, your dad doesn't need to drive all the way back off the hill again. I don't mind at all."

"But...no..."

"In fact, why don't I bring Christopher? That way, we'll be an even number when we go on all the rides together."

Crickets. Wide-eyed stare of horror as she pictures standing in long lines with the boyfriend, while Mom tells a string of embarrassing stories, and little brother alternately glares at the boyfriend and asks things like, "Are you getting married?"

Hee hee. I don't know why people think having a teenager is scary, I'm quite enjoying myself.

One Has to Wonder...

...why is my husband knowledgable of the gun laws in Nepal?