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.
The Heat Wave
Thoughts from just this side of He**
Sunday, March 2, 2014
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.
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