Quiet around here

I am reworking the chore chart and trying to get the house and yard cleaned up. I am still fighting whatever infection my throat has and attempting to rest. Yes, rest with 2 toddlers that are in destroy mode. It is incredibly simple to write-incredibly hard to accomplish.

Another Grand Dinner Conversation

Grammie and Poppy joined us for Easter Dinner. Grammie sits on the bench sandwiched in between boys-#3 is always on an elbow.

#3 talking to Grammie: I am fuww. If I go to the bathwoom and poop I will have more woom for food.
Grammie: We don't talk about those things at the dinner table.
#3 continues: Weww, I would get more woom if I went to the bathwoom.
Grammie: We DON'T talk about these things at the dinner table!

This is from the kid that said to me,"Mama! Make suwa the pwaywand has a bathwoom. I'm stuffed!" (Mama! Make sure the playland has a bathroom. I'm stuffed!)

Dinner had poop talk. Breakfast had testicle talk (balls). Ah, the glamour of it all.....

Have I ever mentioned how truly grateful I am to be alive at this time?

I truly am. I think of our ancestors and how they lived. I am not one of those longing to get back to the land kind of gals. I am so thankful for antibiotics for my daughter. I took her to the pediatrician last week. One eardrum was bulging and the other was infected. Her last little bottom front tooth came through this week also. She is back to her happy little self--not the little-snot-nosed-raw-butt-won't-eat-or-drink unhappy little person she was last week. She is walking around smiling and scrunching up her nose (which is incredibly hard considering how little her nose actually is). She is just so happy.

sigh

She learned how to pucker for kisses this week too.

sigh

No school today

We are taking the day off for a Narnia viewing. We were going to have a family movie party but some dear friends of ours called and put out the "Help!!" signal. DH and #1&2 went to go help. So, after their bookwork is done it is a Narnia day.

It's okay. Service has its rewards that aren't all heavenly. :)

Ode to My Husband

Oh, my dear one, the man of my dreams,
This man who thinks so clear.
The one who knows I do not hold laundry dear.
My words of appreciation this post will teem.

Oh, dear one, I profusely give thank thee.
This morning because of the saved time,
The laundry did not consume I have a moment to rhyme.
I am thankful your thoughts were to set me free.

I expressed the need for an additional shower.
You thought of the bathroom situation.
You thought of the family expansion.
You saw the laundry tower.

Oh, one, two washers, one, two dryers!
You knew that two pair of machines our family required.
Now I know you were seriously inspired.
Without them, the situation would be quite dire.

Thank you, dear one, for making my day,
Already filled with the buzz of school
And the clamour of boys who love to be the fool,
Much, much easier with more time to play!


By the way---I know this is a terrible poem. I am not sure my DH wants this post up. He has red ears. snicker

And before two washers and dryers were installed-the laundry was in towers in the laundry room. Laundry is not a half day affair-not a 3 day event.

Brain damaged, brain damaged, brain damaged

This is what I keep telling myself. My sons are brain damaged. My sons are brain damaged. You can't say that--they are brain damaged. No, you can't whack them upside the head--they are brain damaged.

The goofies will pass?? They will right??? Brain damage is the ONLY explanation for their behavior.

God please help me....

brain damaged, brain damaged, they are brain damaged...

Time to plant the raspberry canes

It is a quiet day around here today. I am getting caught up on housework (HA!-if I do it when the babies are asleep it might last 10 minutes), teaching #1 multiple digit multiplication and putting in the raspberry canes. Heavy on my mind is changing around the family schedule-going to the gym in the morning and then doing school and a new chore chart. Since #3 is now 6 he gets new jobs. Yeah!

UPDATE------didn't feel like planting the raspberry canes while it was SNOWING. grrr