Fly on the Wall – Getting Older!

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 10 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on the links at the end of this post for a peek into some other homes.

As I re-read my quotes for this month’s Fly Post, I see a similar theme of everyone getting older, and not just my kids, me too! My 6 year old thinks I will age very quickly…read on for the gory details of what I have been hearing lately.

Observations of my 6 year old    

So we have this sign hanging up in our kitchen:

Sign in our kitchen - family rules

Big sister (looking at the sign): Did you know it doesn’t  have a period. And it would go on and on.

Me: So you’d read it really fast like that?

Big sister: yeah.

Me: Should it have a period  or exclamation  point?

Big sister: a period.

Me: You are too funny! You’ve really  learned a lot in kindergarten. You’ve had some great teachers!

On Growing Up

On Little Brother’s last day of daycare, the owner said, “I knew this day would come.” It also coincided with Big Sister’s last day of Kindergarten. There were tears for my four and six year old “babies” who are not really babies anymore! You can read more about my thoughts on that here.

Another sign of Little Brother growing up is that I don’t always get my daily snuggles at breakfast. Big sister commented one morning: Morning snuggle is fading.

Sigh…so it is! But I’ll gladly take it when I can get it.

Making Envelopes?

Both kids: Watch me make an envelope
Me: Licking paper does not make an envelope.  (Oh well, it kept them busy…and I guess there are worse things that they could be licking besides paper.)

Licking paper

Showing off his envelope

Aging Quickly

Me to Big sister: We are similar. We have similar personalities. We look alike.
Big sister: but my hair is longer.
Me: And I will always look older.
Big sister: Maybe When I’m 7, you’ll probably have white hair! (She turns 7 this November! Fortunately I don’t have gray hairs yet!)

The Summer Struggle is Real

Me to kids: Don’t let mom’s car be a garbage dump!

I wrote “You Might be Home with your Kids for Summer If…” with the garbage dump as one of the main signs.

Randomness

I made a great overnight crockpot breakfast casserole recently, and it received mixed reviews.

Little Brother on my egg casserole: I don’t want any yuck-a-role / gross-a-role
Big sister: No, it’s yum-a-role!

Little Brother: It’s not sea weed, it’s lake weed! (on swimming and catching a lot of sea weed while camping).

Here they are before fishing (so excited!).

getting ready to fish

My two little fishers – ready to go! Only Big Sister caught one.

I hope you and your loved ones are enjoying summer as much as we are! Thanks for stopping by. Now be sure to check out these links below:

Baking in a Tornado              http://www.bakinginatornado.com/

Juicebox Confession                    http://www.juiceboxconfession.com

Menopausal Mother                    http://www.menopausalmom.com/

Spatulas on Parade                     http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/

Searching for Sanity

singlemumplusone.blogspot.com/

Never Ever Give Up Hope             http://batteredhope.blogspot.com

Dinosaur Superhero Mommy         http://dinoheromommy.com/

Southern Belle Charm                   http://www.southernbellecharm.com

Molly Ritterbeck          

http://mollyritterbeck.com.com 

Almost Wordless Wednesday: Beautiful Berries

I played farmer Mama O. and went raspberry picking by myself this morning. In about 30 minutes I had this: 

Berry picking basket

3 pints of raspberries in 30 minutes


Isn’t this berry basket / fanny pack the best? Just can’t wait to get those berries IN my belly instead of hanging ON my belly. 

Close up of raspberries

Yum – my beautiful harvest!


Sometimes good fruit (and food in general) is worth the extra time and effort! 

Songs for House Hunting

Finding a new home is rough! Our home buying market moved very quickly, so we rode the ups and downs of the search for over a year. The process went like this:

Wait for home to come on the market.

Rush to get into desirable home.

Feel pressured to decide on the spot if we’d write an offer or not. Good homes don’t last long!

If we wrote an offer, wait some more. Find out it’s a competitive situation. More waiting. Some counter offers.

Lose out on homes to other buyers. This happened to us twice.

Try to embrace and enjoy our home with 1 full bathroom, great location, beautiful trees on our lot, and a lot of yard space for playing with our kids.

This was us playing in the backyard last summer.

Boycott watching HGTV home hunting shows. If only it were as easy as they make it look on one episode.
Finally see a home before it is officially listed with for sale sign on yard. It’s a really lovely home, but we want to sleep on it before making a decision. Wake up the next morning and make an offer. After some back and forth, it’s accepted!!

Here’s the music that describes our home search –

Tom Petty: The Waiting

Queen: Another One Bites the Dust 

The Isley Brothers: Love the One  (home) You’re With

Adele: Rolling in the Deep “we could of had it all.”

Pink Floyd: Money

Etta James: At Last  – We’re home, moved, and here to stay!

You Might be Home with Kids for Summer if…

    1. Your vehicle is gaining its own garbage dump.
    2. A moldy piece of fruit is found in aforementioned dump.
    3. You feel like you could be an Uber driver with all the taxi-ing you do.
    4. You hear “I’m bored.” at least once a day.
    5. You feel like a cruise director, trying to entertain your kids with some activity each day.
    6. You’ve heard your kids say, “You’re the worst ___ (insert family member title here eg. brother / sister / mom / dad) EVER!”
    7. Your grocery shopping can’t keep up with all the eating that goes on, and you constantly say, “Really, that’s gone already?!”
    8. Camp chairs, seat cushions, and a picnic blanket become permanent fixtures in your trunk.
    9. You’ve let your kids buy junky toys that fall apart in a matter of days hours. See this post for that story!
    10. You have a countdown to the first day of school.

Cheers to a great summer! In between the drama and time-outs, may you find wonderful moments with your kids!

 

 

 

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RIP Crappy Kid’s Toy

The first full week of summer vacation, and I gave in to buy my kids some junky toys, one of which is now being dumped in the garbage after a brief, 2-day stay in my daughter’s care. Here is the toy that will be laid to rest in the trash:

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Is that a mocking smile on that yoyo?

Yes, smiley yo-yo, you are adorable, irresistible even! You stole my daughter’s eye among a toy chest full of treasures.

And I was a yo-yo for giving in and letting each kid choose a toy from the free entertainment at our local library. I viewed the money as a donation, or admission fee for an hour long show from a very funny ventriloquist (after all I can rationalize ANY purchase it seems). And I was in “fun mom” mode, feeling generous and happy for the time with well behaved kids.

Dear yo-yo, you made it home with us, and then just inside the door, you were dropped on your face / body. Oops! Your halves came apart so easily, and when that happened, it drove my daughter to tears.

She wailed, “Mom, it broke!”

I took you in my hands and brought you to the workbench, where I hot glued your plastic insides together and applied a clamp to finish the operation.

After a few hours of drying and resting, I thought you’d make it. I gave you back to your owner, who brought you to our main living room. Two days later, I found you laying on the floor. I picked you up, trying to make you go up and down. Just in one fluid motion, I could see the operation was not successful, as both sides once again came apart.

Now off to the trash you’ll go to rest in peace, sweet yo-yo, but your short life was not in vain. It reminds me to be wary of such treasures and to make kids earn their own money to buy toys like you from now on!