Last week Burke had some friends over to play (twins). They played
well for several hours, mostly outside, my favorite type of playing.
Then they came inside to play upstairs in the play room. When I came up
to get them to take them home I found that the play room was messy with
toys (of course) but they also had EMPTIED the linen closet. They made
a heaping pile of clean sheets, blankets, comforters, pillow shams, and
the like. I just stood there with my mouth open trying no to loose it
in front of the friends. I couldn't completely hide my emotions and I
am positive the twins mother knows all about how mean I am.
Later
that night the boys were putting all the toys away and I was restocking
the linen closet, frustrated that they couldn't possibly do that part
themselves. Blake began walking so I got out the video camera. I
recorded her for a while and then the messy room, just to capture the
memory. Then I interviewed Burke on camera: "Burke, look at how messy
this room is." (Pause) "Do you have anything you'd like to say?"
(Even looonger pause as Burke surveys the room.) Burke answers while
slowly scanning the room, "This...was...the best day ever." I nearly
died laughing. I was expecting at least a little apology or remorse.
Not even on his mind. I guess getting a laugh out of it was better than
going to bed mad.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Give Credit Where Credit is Due
Doesn't
this five year old look mature? I think so. Not to mention handsome.
Well, OK, I just did. He's handsome. Which is why I couldn't help but
laugh today when he reminded me that even though he is growing up fast
he's still working on it.
After watching a couple of hours of TV
after school I told Charlie to turn it off. He protested and started
whining back at me. We carried on a conversation for a few moments in
this fashion where I explained my reasons and he whined back at
them...or me...take your pick. Then I suddenly remembered that I am the
parent, so I sent him to his room. Using all of his near perfect
temper tantrum skills he began throwing a massive temper tantrum on the
way to his room. That, of course, involved stomping and door
slamming. After a few minutes he came back down stairs...all smiles and
happy to be alive. Me: "Do you have anything you want to say?"
Charlie: "Sorry." Me: "For what?" Charlie: "I can't remember." Me:
"I'll show you." (Whine, whine, stomp, stomp, cry, stomp, bang!)
Leaning on the couch in his mature GQ way, he gave a slight smile and
said, "Nu-uh. I was much louder than that." Well, I guess I am the one
who should be apologizing for failing to give credit where it is due.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Tornado
Blake disappeared during family scritpure reading. I just put this roll in the bathroom a few minutes before she discovered it. She seemed to be quite unaware that this action would end with me looking at her very seriously saying, "No, no, no." I think I know what to give little miss Blake for Christmas.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Trick-or-treat
Our jack-o-lanterns. Isaac carved BOO, Burke's guy was a pirate, Charlie hung tight to tradition, while Theron went for the CROC which was perfect for the shape of his pumpkin.
Charlie went as Dumbledore or as he little to call him Elvis Dumbledore. That could be a really interesting costume.
Theron went as a viking.
Burke went as a pirate. But not just any pirate, "Cubby" from Jake and the Neverland Pirates. Its was pretty funny having a costume that was so specific yet unknown. All the moms who saw his costume kept saying, "Oh, a pirate! I have an eyepatch you can borrow." Which really means, "Some mom you are. Don't you even know that pirates have eyepatches?" This caused me to reflect on pirates. I think we give them a bad rap assuming they are all careless or wimpy enough to only have one good eye left. Well, not this pirate. He has two good eyes. After all...he is just a kid and has his whole pirate career ahead of him.
Where's Waldo? Or should I say Travis.
Where's Waldo? Or should I say Travis.
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