Mama: "Sissy, are you ready to put your book away and get tucked in?"
Sissy: "No, I am having 'ME TIME'!!"
Mama: Inwardly cursing herself for all of the times she said those words outloud.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
He went "at himself"....
Bubby was invited to a birthday party this past week. The birthday boy was a younger sib of one of Sissy's classmates. He and this boy will be in Kindergarten together in the fall, so I encourage the friendship now, to give him some familiarity later when school starts.
When told that Mama wouldn't be at the party, and asked if he still wanted to go, he exclaimed, "I will go AT MYSELF!" proudly. I was shocked, thrilled, and yes. A little sad. There is something both exasperating and heart warming about a little boy that doesn't want to leave Mama's side. Those apron strings audibly snapped that day as I watched him scamper off with all of the other little tiny boys to play.
(Just so you don't feel too sorry for me, 7 year old Sissy was practically in tears over me leaving the party and sat glumly until I returned. Apparently my apron is still snugly tied with this one.)
When told that Mama wouldn't be at the party, and asked if he still wanted to go, he exclaimed, "I will go AT MYSELF!" proudly. I was shocked, thrilled, and yes. A little sad. There is something both exasperating and heart warming about a little boy that doesn't want to leave Mama's side. Those apron strings audibly snapped that day as I watched him scamper off with all of the other little tiny boys to play.
(Just so you don't feel too sorry for me, 7 year old Sissy was practically in tears over me leaving the party and sat glumly until I returned. Apparently my apron is still snugly tied with this one.)
Nothing says good morning like......
garlic salt spilled all over the kitchen floor. The glorious reign of my beautiful, magnetic spice canisters has come to an end. Smoky, while leaping for the top of the fridge, knocked a bunch down and some broke. This isn't the first time that many have fallen during a wild, kitty chase. They finally just started breaking.
Back to the drawing board. I do love a good organizational challenge. Even when it's feline-induced.
Stay tuned....
Back to the drawing board. I do love a good organizational challenge. Even when it's feline-induced.
Stay tuned....
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Exasperation, Sissy-Style...
I bought a white, woodframed chalkboard for the kitchen wall. It's for me to write grocery lists and reminders. The kids, of course, had to try it out as soon as I hung it up.
A little later on, I was dancing around the kitchen, listening to my MP3 player. I was getting down with my bad self. I'll admit that I was being totally obnoxious. I looked over at the chalkboard, and in small, childish handwriting was written, "Kut itout For the Love of pet"
(I yell "for the love of Pete" in exasperation quite often. I guess it's caught on...)
A little later on, I was dancing around the kitchen, listening to my MP3 player. I was getting down with my bad self. I'll admit that I was being totally obnoxious. I looked over at the chalkboard, and in small, childish handwriting was written, "Kut itout For the Love of pet"
(I yell "for the love of Pete" in exasperation quite often. I guess it's caught on...)
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