Thursday, November 13, 2014

Scenes from a snow day (that actually wasn’t)

 

5:30 am, my alarm goes off, I check my phone and BEHOLD!  A two hour school delay in anticipation of the coming winter storm.

I congratulate myself on picking up milk last night, and roll over to doze back off.

6:20 Joseph joins me (heaven forbid he sleeps in).  I tell him the news, and he is giddy with plans of how we can fill those extra two hours.

6:30 Coffee and quiet time.  Samuel singing on the monitor, Joseph checking out the ice outside. (can you see my red robe reflection?)DSC_0048

6:45 I’m playing (and winning!) my second round of a card game with Joseph.

6:55 Gangs all here.  Good morning my adorable cranky children!  Why are you all awake if you are cranky?

7:15   I receive the good (?) news that school is closed for the whole day.  I crank up “Let it Snow” on youtube and tell the boys

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Joyful dancing ensues.

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From there it is a blur

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Hot chocolate after being out in the cold

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Movies (our  recent “no weekday screen time” rule doesn’t apply when it’s a snow day)DSC_0089

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(note:  They fall through the cooling racks.  Rethink these for next time.)

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Fresh bread paired with vegetable rice soup

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The snow is not here (is not coming?) but we do have freezing rain and icicles galore.  Spirits are high, and I just turned on the fireplace.

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This day can’t get much better-

And its only 1:31pm

Thursday, October 30, 2014

May I suggest…

 

That you make these pancakes?  Maybe tomorrow? (Ooooh- maybe in the shape of PUMPKINS?!  But don’t let me tell you your business!)  I had forgotten about them over the summer until THIS VERY MORNING when they popped into my head.  Yummm…..

I now make mine with whole wheat flour, and I sometimes throw in a handful of pecans…because I love to hear my children shriek, “WE DON’T LIKE NUTS!”  But, hey, maybe that’s just me.

 

 

Pumpkin pancake recipe here

To commemorate

 

The time in your life when a Daddy date to Shari’s still made your whole day.

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And when, along with books and games to play, you insisted on bringing some extra undies…”Just in case.”

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Monday Funday

 

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Lest you think I have it all together (although why you would think that after reading my stories I have no idea!), let me tell you a little story about Monday.

 

Monday for me started at about 4am when Isaac, who was sleeping in my bed for some unknown reason (he usually claims “scary thoughts”, but he claims it with a smile, so I think he’s after my warmth and soft bed) fell OFF of my bed, and his flailing knocked my very large full water glass all over my phone, tablet, kindle, pictures, chapter books, etc on my night stand shelves.

And my initial reaction was a CURSE WORD.  Not concern over my crying 4 year old.  (Nightime Caitlin is not so nice)  (or naptime Caitlin) (or afternoon Caitlin) (I might just not be that nice of a person)

Brian ended up getting up for the day, and I stretched out in my bed and fell back to sleep…until I woke up to a still-blaring alarm FIFTEEN MINUTES before the bus is due to come.

I pulled (literally) a still sleeping Joseph out of his bed and shoved clothes on him and shoveled breakfast in his mouth as he cried, “Mama!  You have GOT to stop doing this!”

Ahem.  It maaaaaaaay not be the first time that this has happened so far this school year.

 

At this point, I could tell that this day called for something special, so I declared it “PUMPKIN CARVING DAY!”  Hooray!  There was excitement and happiness in the land!

 

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When 5:30 rolled around, I cleared off the early dinner dishes, poped popcorn, put out a tablecloth, the whole shebang!

And….my children all refused to touch them.

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Okay, Isaac was willing to do some very light scooping with a spoon, but other than that it was a one woman show.

(Samuel’s initial reaction, and Isaac’s face makes me laugh)

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So….. I decided, in my infinite wisdom, that I was going to make my darling 6.5 year old touch the guts this year.  Just one time.  For one second.

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I picked an extra juicy chunk for him and squeezed it a few times before dropping it into his protesting hands.

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Then the vomiting started.

So, so, so much vomit.

 

And that’s all I have to say about Monday.

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PS- wait until I tell you about the doctors appointment we all had last Friday…

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PPS- Just for fun, here are some pictures of my children being repulsed by pumpkin guts throughout the years.  I don’t know why I was surprised.

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Things that this child does not like

 

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- Socks that are too loose

- Socks that are too tight

- Socks that are too “strange” feeling

- Shoes that might fall off (note: they have never fallen off, and they fit him perfectly.  He admits this)

- Shoes that are too “squeezy”

- Pants that are not elastic waistband (even if he picked them out himself at the store and insisted that they were comfy and that he loved them the best of any pants ever)

- Waistbands below his belly button (Hellloooo Steve Urkel!)

- Fingernails that are too short, or sharp, or “fuzzy”

- Shirts with stretched out neck holes

- Clothing that might make him hot.   Or cold.  Or both.  Or either.

- Sleeves that cannot be comfortably pushed up and stay up.  Including (here’s where it gets tricky) coats and rain jackets.

 

And that was just this morning.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Right this second

 

As I’m typing this, I have chocolate chip cookies in the oven, rain hitting the window, and a fresh pot of coffee brewing.

Won’t Brian be delighted when I bring it upstairs to his office?  Don’t you wish that you worked from my home?  Yes you do.  And you wouldn’t mind if I came in a few dozen times a day to complain about your children and demand a hug, would you?  No you wouldn’t.

 

I should actually be watching the cookies right now, because my last few batches haven’t turned out so well.  But, I think I solved that by having NO HELPERS this time!  “Whoops, Mama, I spilt part of the egg!”  Whoops, Mama, the flour is all over the ground!”  Seriously, the odds were stacked against me.  So this time, I mixed in secret.

 

As I’m typing this, Isaac has refused a nap, even after swimming for hours this morning (Do hear this, adult Isaac?  You REFUSED A NAP on a rainy day when your bed was warm, and with the promise of fresh cookies afterwards!  I am equally baffled.)

He is sitting at the table gluing faces on pumpkin cut-outs, but mostly gluing his HAND to pumpkin cut outs, and REALLY MOSTLY pouting.  We are on Day Three of no screen time, you see, and he is still shocked and saddened by this turn of events.  But, he is gluing his hand to paper instead of watching Ninjago with his tongue hanging out, so I’m considering it a win.

And even though I miss the quick tranquilizing effect of a show in the afternoon, I am loving the extra play time they are having.  The better imaginations.  The better attitudes (mostly) 

 

With those ramblings I am off- the cookies are ready, the coffee just beeped, and Isaac just wandered in to tell me he is out of glue.

(I bet you he licked some)

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Monday, October 20, 2014

Monday

 

 

Isaac’s “quiet rest time” was over, but he wanted to snuggle with me in my bed.

His head on my arm, his ear to my chest, his head tucked under my chin.

“You used to sleep just like this when you were a little tiny baby,”  I said, remembering.

“Just like this?” He asked

“Just like this, sweetie.”

He blinked, blinked, and was asleep.  Just like 4 years ago.

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And I joined him.

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Tender mercies on a Monday