Sunday, March 2, 2014

Get the Bat

Pie's ambition in life apparently is a party planner.  She wants to be the hostess with the mostest. 

This week's party is to welcome Married Daughter and Married Daughter's Husband (known now forevermore as "Bob") to our house for their Spring Break.  At first, Pie contemplated a Jamaican-themed party to welcome them, but that fizzled when she couldn't readily think of the Jamaican word for "party".  She briefly thought of throwing a Mexican-style fiesta, but she remembered that she already did that for Bud a few years back.  However, she did note the rousing success of the pinata on that occasion and vowed to use a pinata on this occasion.  She and Bud bounced a few ideas off of each other before she finally settled on an Italian-themed party.

The following ensued:

Pie:  Bud, you and Bob and Mom can have pizza.  Married Daughter and I can have pasta.  And, Dad, you can have salad.

Cool Dad:  Oh, goodie.  I get salad!

Pie:  Oh, and we will have a pinata.  It will be so awesome.  I wonder what kind of a pinata the Italians would hit at their party...

A lengthy pause with much deep thinking...

Bud (with quiet resolve and a confidence born of great deductive reasoning):  A French chef!

And that, my friends, is how conversations at our house go.  You're welcome.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Do Over

Is there a rule on the number of times a blogger can “start over”, make a resolution to “be better” at blogging.  Somewhere it must be written in the blogger code.  Well, I guess until someone tells me I have had my last chance I guess I will give this another go. 

I hope I have a better reason this time.  One that will keep me trying.  We have a no TV/electronics rule on Sunday before church (those of you who know my husband know it would be useless to try and enforce this rule all day…hello, FOOTBALL).  However, I have held firm to the before church rule.  I absolutely LOVE the silence every Sunday morning.  My kids have to be a little more imaginative, they have to talk to us or each other.  This morning I heard them laughing, I mean like belly laughs, laughing.  It was fabulous, I loved it.  What were they doing???  They were reading the blog books that Cool Dad and I had made from our previous blogs.  It was amazing.  The loved reading the stories about when they were small.

It made me sad to realize that I can’t create books for 2012 and 2013.  So may memories that I didn’t document.  I am not much of a journal writer, and I couldn’t scrapbook to save my life, so I guess I better blog!

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Holiday Do Over

Today we are having a holiday do over.  No, not Mother’s Day.  Although, that post may be coming on Monday.   Yesterday was National Clean Your Room Day.  I don’t feel like my children really were able to fully celebrate this holiday.  They didn’t have the opportunity to embrace it.  So, like any other awesome mom, we are celebrating it again today.  How cool am I?  I mean what kid wouldn’t love a holiday do over, it is like Christmas morning two days in a row.   I totally rock.  My kids are so lucky!

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Ray Barone Sighting at My House

Every other Friday Cool Dad is off work.  I hate it, only because I am INSANELY jealous.  A whole day off of work with no little kiddies running around.   Think of the possibilities?  Alas, it is not meant to be.  Instead, I choose to torture Cool Dad on his day off with errands, etc.   

Yesterday I announced to Cool Dad that he would be in charge of dinner since he had the whole day off to plan, shop, and execute said dinner.

He decided to involve the kids so he waited to shop until he picked them up from school.

This is what they came home with:

1 Kids Cuisine
2 packages of Lean Pockets
1 frozen Alfredo dinner
2 donuts
1 JUMBO cupcake
1 chocolate bar
1 package of M & M’s
1 package heart peeps

Well played Ray Barone, well played.  

Thursday, January 10, 2013

I Give Up

I have been defeated.  It is a lost cause.  I wave the white t-shirt in surrender.  I give up.  The laundry wins.  How do you know when the laundry has won?  Well, let me tell you.  It is when the people in your family can no longer close their closet doors because of the amount of laundry spilling out of their baskets.  It is when the drawers are empty, and the only clean clothes in the house reside in a pile on the spare bed, which by the way is where your family has to go to get dressed each morning.  

It is a sad feeling for everyone involved.  Especially Bubba who almost wore his sister’s skinny jeans to school, because nobody loved him enough to put clean jeans in his drawer.  This is going to take years of therapy to fix.

Oh well, add it to the list.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Bubba Grows Up...A Little Too Fast

Here in the world of the Heat Wavers we divide up the chores.  Cool Dad is responsible for folding the laundry while watching sports.  He also, is the dish rinser after dinner.  He takes the kiddies to school, does garbage, cleans up barf, and multiple other tasks.  I can’t go into much more detail because then I would have to divulge that he does not put gas in the vehicles.  That is the downfall of having three cars.  If one is empty he just moves on to a new one.  One of his other jobs is boy haircuts.  I have him convinced it is bonding thing.  Something they can enjoy together.

Off they go yesterday for the big haircut outing, and what does he bring home? Not my cute sweet little boy.  Not my darling little angel who has promised to be my baby forever.  No, he brings home a MARINE!  Hello, high and tight!  Who thought that was a good idea??

I have already been struggling with the fact that my baby went to Senior Primary today (I told him I thought it would be best if we “held him back” in Junior Primary, but he didn’t agree),  I didn’t need to see him come through the door looking like a grown up.

Cool Dad assures me that Bubba had some crazy hair ideas, and this was a compromise, but this just screams Ray from Everybody Loves Raymond.  Nicely played, Cool Dad, nicely played.  Looks like Hot Mom will be taking over the trips for haircuts.


Here is a picture of my handsome little man.