Tuesday, November 9, 2010
So far this week...
Junior has been waking me up in the pre-light/dawn hours to do things like look up pictures of germs on the internet and assemble the cardboard frame for his new basketball team picture. (I consider it an example of my amazing skill that I can do it lying down, with no contacts in, in the dark, while half asleep...) He has been walking home in the freezing cold and sleet with his coat wedged into his backpack because a) he doesn't want to get his coat wet and b) it is too hard to put his backpack on over it.
Bubba has added karate kicks to his 'jumping off of everything in the house' repertoire. It has been two days of pretend fighting him while he dictates my every move like a picky movie director ("now bow mom... kick your leg high and I will run under it...etc. etc.) It always ends with me picking him up and pretending to 'smash' him on the ground while tickling him before he decimates me with a (planned) sneak attack. I'm sore! He startled everyone within a five row radius in Sacrament Meeting on Sunday by loudly asking me what "shit" means. And yes, it was during the Sacrament when everyone is (supposed to be) really quiet.) I couldn't decide whether to die of embarrassment or die laughing. I settled for shushing him, laughing to myself and then came home and put it on Facebook. He has thrown several tantrums because I can beat him in a bubble blowing contest, but to be fair, I did let him beat me in high-ho cherry-o.
Sis has moved on from the babbling 'mamamama' to a full on 'mommy.' Except she says it with a lilt on the end like a question "Mom-my?" She calls for me in her cute little high pitched voice when I'm not in the room and hearing it always melts me a little. Both boys are "bubba" and when they are at J's, she goes around the house knocking on all the closed doors calling for them. And she can jump with both feet now. I think she is a genius.
I have completed six loads of laundry, but haven't folded it yet. My microwave burst into flames last night (description exaggerated for effect) causing me to have to cook things on the stove and in the oven like a peasant. I am using all my willpower to get rid of the flu that is going around, but on the plus side, I don't feel guilty about not getting to the gym. My neighbors across the street and behind me have their Christmas lights in place and now I don't get to feel virtuous anymore for actually getting my Halloween stuff down before Thanksgiving. Bummer.
Is it really only Tuesday?