~my thoughts about life~

Friday, December 10, 2010

Randomness from a Mom of 4

Son #2 just explained to me the phrase being a talker.
"It means you talk a lot."
Thanks for clearing that up. I've always wondered.

My children's favorite meal is Make Your Own Night. It means Daddy is working late and you get to choose between one of the staples: Spaghetti-Os, chicken noodle soup, Ramen noodles, or chicken nuggets. Big Sis specially requested tater-totters tonight.

Hubby is in peak season at work so he's been working late every night. I feel like a single mom. He spends an hour or less with us in the evenings before he goes to bed. But the up side is that his peak bonuses will be more than enough to pay for Christmas.

I remember when Son #1 was younger, he asked what I was getting Daddy for Christmas. I knew he couldn't be trusted. So I lied and said I was getting Daddy a trash can. As soon as Hubby walked in the door from work, he proudly exclaimed, "Mommy got you a trash can for Christmas." So this year when Big Sis asked the same question, I gave the same answer. She blew it too. But the bad news is, Hubby really does want a trash can this year.

Silly me thought Baby Girl was taking a fabulously long nap today. Nope. Instead, she was styling her hair with a paste made of Vaseline and Desitin. The picture doesn't do it justice. This incident called for an immediate bath.

Baby Girl has a Little People airplane that plays a song when you push a button. Her brothers changed the ending lyrics as follows:
"High and low, high and low, up in the sky and away we go,
With a cloud over here and a cloud over there, I'm not wearing underwear."
So now every time this song plays, I sing along, using the new invented lyrics. Thanks, Boys.

While we're on the subject of incorrect song lyrics, Big Sis taught her baby sister to sing
"Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is by the stream."

And instead of Foofa from Yo Gabba Gabba being "pink and happy," my kids think she's "freakin' happy."

1 comment:

Kimberly said...

Oh, I feel for you. My husband has been gone a lot lately practicing for our church Christmas program (he plays drums and guitar). For some reason the kids are always crazy at the end of the day. I know someday they'll be gone and I'll probably miss days like these, but right now they are tough! Hope your weekend is wonderful!