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Update to One Fine Day

As I was typing my previous post Isaac came in to tell me that Charlie was getting into something. I didn't say anything. I just closed the door. (I know, really mature.) I came out to the kitchen a few minutes later to Isaac washing the dishes. What a gem! I can see it now...many years later...Isaac is married to a girl just as difficult as me...she's in a mood...he doesn't know what to do...he thinks back to the training he received as a child...the lights go on...he walks into the kitchen and starts doing the dishes...I think she'll thank me for this.

One Fine Day

Our computer is on the fritz. We've used up our memory and Travis is trying to fix the problem in five minute increments between his sixteen call shifts this month, thus the lack of posts over the last few weeks.

I made two double batches of muffins incorrectly today. The first time I made them, and after putting them into the oven, I realized that half of the buttermilk I measured out was still sitting on the counter. I was making them for Isaac's Easter party so I started on the second batch hoping to have a better outcome. This time I put the right amount of everything in but, once again after putting them into the oven I realized that I put white flour into my whole wheat muffins. Sadly, at this point it occurred to me that I had also made the same mistake on the first batch. I took the second batch to the school as it was. How picky could kindergartners be?

My house is a mess.

I just cooked some BBQ chicken wings for my boys. They were perfect, and then I cooked them and cooked them and cooked them. It might be fun to post a photo of them. Then again, considering the computer situation and the fact that the chicken wings matched the black pan I cooked them on, I think we can all just imagine BLACK and get the idea just the same.

Burke got shots today.

Charlie is two years old.

Today Theron was hit in the eye with the doorknob when Charlie slammed it in his face. I (accidentally) nailed him in the head with the bottom of Burke's car seat while getting out of the van at the doctor's office in the pouring rain and he just stubbed his toe on the computer room door.

Isaac is fine but when I am done with this post and I go out to the TV room the remind him that they are supposed to be putting away their toys rather than playing with them he is going to remind me (once again) that "it [life] is not fair".

My friend Britt says that when I have a bad experience I should talk to six people about it and then I will feel better. I wonder if there are six bloggers out there who can help me laugh this day off?

While I wait for a response I guess I'll go into the kitchen and scrape charcoal off the outside of the chicken wings. Mmm.

Training Gentlemen

Isaac was smiling. I asked him what he was thinking about. He said he was thinking about me. Then he asked if there were any flowers around. Me: "Oh, you better ask dad." Isaac:"Why?" M: "Because dads know where all the flowers are." I: "Why?" M: "Because they are the ones who give the flowers to the moms." I: "Hmm. (Thinks for a minute.) Well I know...I'll just get you a drink of water."

Absent

You'd forget about blogging too if you got to kiss these chubby cheeks all day!

What Are They Teaching...

...my kid on the BUS!!

Dinner conversation a few nights ago:
Isaac: "Mom, I know what the "A" word is."
Me: "Well, don't tell me because I don't and I don't want to."
Isaac: (Letting out a stressed sigh...)"Yeah, I know lots of bad words."

The truth--I actually do wonder what it is. Apparently, I am quite far behind because according to Isaac the "J" word is the WORST and, honestly, I can't think of a single bad "J" word. This one must be a doozy.

Hmmm??

Little Master Mischievous, in the cookie jar,
Who has ever told you where the cookies are?
Now your sticky fingers smear the curtains white;
You have finger-printed everything in sight.

There's no use in scolding; when you smile that way
You can rob of terror every word we say.

--Edgar Guest--

I think he wanted the cookie on the bottom.