God bless kids! Adults aren't the only ones who make wonderful slips of the tongue. Pretty Girl, for instance, is quite articulate for her age, but even she is prone to the occasional slip. Since I have been forced to change my diet (yet again--sigh) I have been eating healthier foods. As I was pulling out a large container of cashews, my sweet daughter pointed and blurted out "Cow shoes." I about lost it. She knows how to say the word, she just mispronounced it that time. I corrected her, but for the rest of the day she and the J Man were saying "cow shoes" and "dog shoes" which made me absolutely break into giggles. Oh, bless those kids!
And here's another thing I never thought I'd say before I had kids:
"Get your foot out of his mouth while I'm brushing his teeth!"
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Men - What Are They Thinking?!
Of course the same can be asked of women and each individual on the planet at times. But for this statement, you would think I would have to have a specific instance in mind... Well of course I do!
As you know, I'm a stay-at-home mom with two wonderful kids (the rambunctious 3 year old J Man and the lovely soon-to-be 2 year old Pretty Girl) and a husband (Double O Daddy) who works full time at a job that I cannot disclose. Well, one day, the dirt and clutter in the kitchen was just getting to be too much. We had just come back from visiting Grandma for two weeks, things still needed to be found and unpacked, the house had not been cleaned in two weeks, crumbs and dust were on the floor, new groceries and unpacked food were on the counters (not to mention sauce and other muck), dirty and newly washed dishes were everywhere... I had had enough! So, after I fed the kids, I decided to work my way around the counters and then clean the floor at least on one end of the kitchen where the kids didn't go so at least it would stay clean for a while. Several disinfecting wipes and a good while on my knees scrubbing the grime (that had been there since we moved in) out of the tiles on the floor (which the kids thought was totally hilarious by the way), I was finally done. That side of the kitchen looked great. I even got the pile of cereal and dirt my husband had left piled next to the garbage can but had neglected to actually put into the garbage can off of the floor. I was so proud. I was beaming with such a sense of accomplishment. Then, I went and played with the kids.
The next day, I told Double O Daddy all about what I had done and told him where he could find a couple of his items that I had moved. He said it looked nice. I even told him how I had scrubbed the floor and where so he could see the difference. I mean, you could even feel the difference with your feet it was so clean! I was in a great mood.
Later that day, I went out into the kitchen. There by the garbage can, I saw another pile of cereal and dirt. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! What on earth was going through that crevasse he calls a head?! I asked him what he was thinking. He looked at me with a very smug look as if to say, "What's your problem?" or "Why should this bother you?" and said he Swiffered it from breakfast. I was so mad. I told him I had scrubbed that part of the floor. Wasn't he listening? I asked him why he didn't use the Swiffer with the vacuum, the one that he bought for the J Man to give me for my birthday last year (as if it were common sense). He replied that it didn't pick up Kix very well. I couldn't believe my ears. He had thought this out. Ok, so, why did he leave it there? Did he think it was going to automatically lift itself into the trash can? Or, was he waiting for me to do it? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! It was soon accompanied by my hair which I soon pulled out of my head before I beat it against the nearby wall. What was he thinking? He was probably thinking that he did me a favor by sweeping it up after breakfast. *Face palm* Oh, it's a good thing I love that man. It's another good thing he doesn't write a blog about me. *Wink*
As you know, I'm a stay-at-home mom with two wonderful kids (the rambunctious 3 year old J Man and the lovely soon-to-be 2 year old Pretty Girl) and a husband (Double O Daddy) who works full time at a job that I cannot disclose. Well, one day, the dirt and clutter in the kitchen was just getting to be too much. We had just come back from visiting Grandma for two weeks, things still needed to be found and unpacked, the house had not been cleaned in two weeks, crumbs and dust were on the floor, new groceries and unpacked food were on the counters (not to mention sauce and other muck), dirty and newly washed dishes were everywhere... I had had enough! So, after I fed the kids, I decided to work my way around the counters and then clean the floor at least on one end of the kitchen where the kids didn't go so at least it would stay clean for a while. Several disinfecting wipes and a good while on my knees scrubbing the grime (that had been there since we moved in) out of the tiles on the floor (which the kids thought was totally hilarious by the way), I was finally done. That side of the kitchen looked great. I even got the pile of cereal and dirt my husband had left piled next to the garbage can but had neglected to actually put into the garbage can off of the floor. I was so proud. I was beaming with such a sense of accomplishment. Then, I went and played with the kids.
The next day, I told Double O Daddy all about what I had done and told him where he could find a couple of his items that I had moved. He said it looked nice. I even told him how I had scrubbed the floor and where so he could see the difference. I mean, you could even feel the difference with your feet it was so clean! I was in a great mood.
Later that day, I went out into the kitchen. There by the garbage can, I saw another pile of cereal and dirt. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! What on earth was going through that crevasse he calls a head?! I asked him what he was thinking. He looked at me with a very smug look as if to say, "What's your problem?" or "Why should this bother you?" and said he Swiffered it from breakfast. I was so mad. I told him I had scrubbed that part of the floor. Wasn't he listening? I asked him why he didn't use the Swiffer with the vacuum, the one that he bought for the J Man to give me for my birthday last year (as if it were common sense). He replied that it didn't pick up Kix very well. I couldn't believe my ears. He had thought this out. Ok, so, why did he leave it there? Did he think it was going to automatically lift itself into the trash can? Or, was he waiting for me to do it? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! It was soon accompanied by my hair which I soon pulled out of my head before I beat it against the nearby wall. What was he thinking? He was probably thinking that he did me a favor by sweeping it up after breakfast. *Face palm* Oh, it's a good thing I love that man. It's another good thing he doesn't write a blog about me. *Wink*
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