Showing posts with label life with boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life with boys. Show all posts
May 8, 2012
Life With Boys - 3 thumbs
My daughter made dinner last night and that same son who says things like "thrice" looked at her and said, "You know what I would do if I had 3 thumbs?"
"Uh, no, what?"
"I would wish for another so I could give your food 4 thumbs up!"
January 14, 2012
Life with Boys
My very young son who is finally putting sentences together settled into his bathtub tonight and said,
"Ah, this is all I need. A boat, a cup, and my duck."
"Ah, this is all I need. A boat, a cup, and my duck."
January 5, 2012
Is this kid mine?
My 7 year old nonchalantly tossed a Rubik's Cube at me and said, "I just solved this thrice in a row."
Rubik's Cube?
Thrice?
Rubik's Cube?
Thrice?
January 2, 2012
Life with Boys
Before Christmas my girls were sick.
After Christmas my boys have been sick.
The girls make it to the bathroom.
The boys make it to the kitchen, or worse, living room floor.
After Christmas my boys have been sick.
The girls make it to the bathroom.
The boys make it to the kitchen, or worse, living room floor.
| Here, let me make it easier for you to reach the rug. |
September 27, 2011
Life With Boys
I never ever ever thought I would ever ever ever have to utter the phrase,
"If I ever see you jumping off of a chair with a cello again..."
"If I ever see you jumping off of a chair with a cello again..."
September 15, 2011
August 1, 2011
Life with Boys - Making a Telegraph
My son was trying to make a telegraph the other day and it wasn't working out too well. One of the pieces got really hot (not too hot to burn flesh, though. relax.) and he needed my help. Good thing I have a pretend electrical engineering degree because I looked at his set-up and had some words of wisdom:
Mother Crab: Nope, I can't help you. Wait until Father Crab gets home. He loves stuff like this.
Son: Hmmm
Mother Crab: You're not going to set fire to the house, are you?
Son: No. Well, at least I don't think so.
Mother Crab: Nope, I can't help you. Wait until Father Crab gets home. He loves stuff like this.
Son: Hmmm
Mother Crab: You're not going to set fire to the house, are you?
Son: No. Well, at least I don't think so.
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| Hey Ma! Watch what happens when I do this! |
July 18, 2011
Life with Boys - A Laboratory
I have a son who has an engineer's mind.
One day he came up to me and said, "Mom, is there a room in the house that we aren't using?" I looked at him and thought, "We have 5 kids sleeping in one room. Does he not see this?" I responded, "No, not that I have noticed. Why?" He then said to me, "I just need a room where I can do my projects and inventions."
"Son, we call that a laboratory and I don't think we have an extra room for that right now."
| Just another day with the boys. |
July 13, 2011
Life with Boys. Olé.
Yesterday my son had something he really needed to tell me:
Son: Mom, you know that girl who was really mean to me that one time at tennis? The one who called me an idiot?
Mother Crab: Of course, I remember, my darling little boy. How could I ever forget the wrongs that you have encountered? I AM Italian, don't you forget.
Son: Well, she was much nicer at the last class.
Mother Crab: Oh? How did you become friends?
Son: We talked about tacos.
Son: Mom, you know that girl who was really mean to me that one time at tennis? The one who called me an idiot?
Mother Crab: Of course, I remember, my darling little boy. How could I ever forget the wrongs that you have encountered? I AM Italian, don't you forget.
Son: Well, she was much nicer at the last class.
Mother Crab: Oh? How did you become friends?
Son: We talked about tacos.
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| Photo credit Piccolaitaliana |
March 19, 2011
Life with Boys
You might be raising your kids wrong when you hear:
Unnamed YOUNG Boy: OK, I want to play pirate. You go over there and pretend you've found the treasure and booty. Not the shake, shake, shake kind, but jewels and stuff.
Unnamed YOUNG Boy: OK, I want to play pirate. You go over there and pretend you've found the treasure and booty. Not the shake, shake, shake kind, but jewels and stuff.
February 25, 2011
Circus Shaped Waffles and Life with Boys
My daughter, Miss Gluten Free, is presently making her own waffles with gluten free Bisquick in the kitchen. Of course, everyone is crowding around her and I am making suggestions and asking questions from the living room such as, "Don't get burned! Don't catch on fire! Are you studying your Chronology while you're doing this?"
| Circus Shaped means waffles that are SUPPOSED to look like elephants, lions and, shudder, clowns. |
| We like 'em extra crispy around here. |
| A beautiful gluten free elephant if I ever saw one. |
Boy: Well, I just burned my finger on the waffle iron.
Mom: I told you not to touch it! If you burnt it, you need to put ice on it.
Boy: I didn't really burn it.
Mom: You can't say things like that! It's not funny!
Boy: (in a sort of sing-song voice) I'm not laughing.
February 16, 2011
February 13, 2011
No monsters here
Yesterday I was thoroughly cleaning my kids' room. I was being so thorough that I was under one of the bunk beds vacuuming. Not an easy feat. However, it was worth it because not only did I get all of the dust up with my new, awesome vacuum, but I glanced up to see this:
| What could that be trapped under the mattress? |
"What is it?" you may ask. Well, let me zoom in for you so that you can get the close-up that I did.
| Grrrr! |
And, that, my friends, is life with boys!
February 12, 2011
January 25, 2011
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