Friday, March 28, 2008
You can thank Annie for putting an end to your wonder.
In an attempt to ease the disappointment of not being able to go with their brother to Pa and Mimi's house for a sleep-over, I promised the girls that we would do something fun. Their idea of fun was making something for dessert.
It was Annie's turn to turn on the mixer after adding the first cup of flour to the mixture. As is common with her, she did not listen to me when I asked her to, "Wait....WAit.... WAAAAIIIIIT!"
Within seconds, peanut butter dough covered the west side of my kitchen, and everything and everyone that was near. Because the room was immediately filled with infectious, hysterical giggles and funny, dough covered faces, there was no anger on my part over the mess. It was a memory made with my girls that will never be forgotten.
Once the giggles subsided, the only other noise that could be heard was the lapping up of dough off of arms, hair, counter tops, and even the floor!
The conversation couldn't have come at a more appropriate time. I was in the laundry room, washing and folding clothes by the load-full, when my very concerned son came bopping through the door.
"Mom....Mom....Do you want to buy a Toby?"
Caught off guard, I gave him a questioning, blank stare. Because no words escaped my mouth, he continued.
"It washes clothes faster and gets the wrinkles out all at the same time. It's not available in stores. You just call the number on the screen. I don't know the number yet though. I just wanted to see---Do you want to buy one?"
I could do nothing more the grin from ear to ear and scoop my son up off the floor with a great, big bear hug. He is obviously aware of the fact that I spend way too much time in the laundry room. I guess he's also noticed that due to my Type-A neurotic personality, I iron the t-shirts that he and his sisters wear.
What I should have replied to him was, "No son. I don't need a Toby machine. I need a Toby human who can do the laundry from start to finish.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
We went on an outing with our neighborhood friends to a nearby scrapbook store that was having a visit from the Easter bunny. Within the store was a little area with toys for the kids to play with while the mothers shop. Because he lacks toys at his own house, he felt the need to pocket one of the community action figures. I never would have known if his little friend didn't rat him out.
"Isaac has one of the toys from the play area in his pocket!"
Nor would I have been as embarrassed if I hadn't spent the previous 30 minutes discussing with my friend how rowdy and out of control some of the preschool boys were in our kids' class.
Never did it cross my mind that MY OWN son might have little quirks of his own.
And then, as if he was trying to polish his sticky fingers, he made a go at thievery again!
No more than 3 hours later. Also in the presence of my friend.....with whom I was discussing previously about how rowdy and out of control some of the preschool boys were in our kids' class!
Can you say MOR-TI-FIED? Yah, that's exactly what I was when I had to call my friend and tell her that my son stole her son's little, plastic, blue car....because once again, Isaac's bin full of 100+ Matchbox cars was in need of a blue, plastic variety.
She laughed the whole time I wanted to stomp on Isaac's skinny, little, thieving fingers!
But the better punishment came when the prison left a message on our answering machine. Yes, (Ma's) Fulson State Prison called for Isaac, warning him where stealing would get him.
He was probably right up next to me on the mortified scale when he imagined a black and white police car coming to take him away!
I'm hoping this is a habit that makes an immediate exit!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
We spent a good part of the afternoon planting more flowers around our yard. We added more petunias, more snap-dragons, and more pansies. We even sprinkled sunflower seeds for a second time, hoping this time they will grow into beautiful flowers rather than feed our neighborhood birds.
I even planted some naked-lady bulbs that were given to us by my mother-in-law. These bulbs were the center of the incident today.
After planting the bulbs in various places, I turned around to plant some of the other flowers adjacent to one of the locations I put the bulbs. While doing so, Isaac declares very excitedly,
"Look Mom! We have radishes coming up!"
I turned to see him proudly holding a group of the naked lady bulbs that I had just secured below ground.
As I said, I wanted to knock him on his bottom, but his excitement was contagious. We all burst into laughter as I explained what he had just excavated.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
That's another subject for another day! For today, I'm dealing with Protective Mother When Child is Lonely at School Syndrome!
Friday, March 7, 2008
I'm convinced that there has been some warp speed happening in our home, for it seems that just yesterday, they were babies, swaddled up in receiving blankets, and drinking formula from a luke-warm bottle.
Mark accuses me of being much too eager in sending the kids off to school, but in all reality, I'm all talk.
Sure, it will be nice to resume organization within the house.
Absolutely, I'm looking forward to finally getting some semblance of a scrapbook for each one of my four children.
There's no doubt that I will enjoy a bit of peace and tranquility within the walls of my home while the children are away at school.
But it is certainly bittersweet. It's something like eating a whole box of devil's food cake, chocolate Enterman's donuts and then realizing that each one cost you 360 calories. Yah, that's the best comparison!
I'm thrilled that my children will be attending a wonderful school and filling their brains with all sorts of valuable information, but it's the realization that my babies are growing up, that causes an unconsolable pang in my stomach that I'm sure will never go away.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Although I would not agree that they were being tortured, I'm sure they would contest. It was vaccination-update-day, in preparation for the beginning of kindergarten in the fall.
Worst of all, it was meet-the-new-doctor-and-nurses-day, as we have changed pediatricians, effective March 1. Although I was completely impressed by the office staff and pediatricians, I'm pretty sure they were not impressed with us!