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Holy moly! Where has summer gone?! I had managed to write down some of the silly things I’ve heard over the past few months since my last post in June. In case you forgot us, here’s a picture:

Our family July 2015
Big sister (age 5), Daddy O., Little brother (3 – almost 4), and me hiking near the lake, July 2015.

We’ve been taking some fun long weekend trips that have included camping, water / amusement parks, hiking, swimming, trips to the zoo, picking strawberries & sugar snap peas, and other adventures. As you can imagine, we’ve learned a few lessons along the way.

On one road trip, I commented to Daddy O., “If someone were to overhear our conversations with our kids on road trips, they might think we have tourettes syndrome, as one of us yells: Corn. Weeping willow. Birch tree. Corvette. Excavator. Cows…except no swears.”  Does any other parent feel this way too?!

Conversations with my 3 (Almost 4!) Year Old Son

Little brother is growing up for sure! Sometimes he sounds so grown up, as in this exchange:

Me: Can you please water these flowers?

Little Brother: No, I’m going to focus on these other ones.

Well okay then!! I’ll try to direct your focus to these later.

While we were driving somewhere, he asked in his sweet little voice, “Do leaping willows jump?” I had to explain that they are called weeping willows, and no, they did not jump.

For Father’s Day we found Daddy O. a cool Star Wars bluetooth speaker. As he opened it, and realized what it was, little brother chimed in, “I want to hear it speak.” I love how he takes the English language so literally!  We then showed him how it worked, and have since played many Star Wars songs on it, a family favorite and one of the 5 Lessons from Summer Vacation.

An interesting interpretation of a rule by little bro:

Not eating your boogers is the golden rule.

I often call my kids by nicknames around the house. Sometimes I call them the same things because little brother recently asked me:

Which honey are you talking to?

Oops – I guess I should qualify that… maybe honey #1 can be big sister and honey #2 can be little brother?

More random quotes from little brother:

I have 7 spaces in my tummy.

We’re muster monsters (while eating cheese & summer sausage).

New Definitions

We’ve been playing a lot of sports in our backyard this summer – softball, soccer, and even a bit of badminton.

softball in the backyard
Softball in our backyard. We sure love all the trees back here!

While playing soccer, big sister kicked it to little brother and the ball hit him on the head, so I said,

Woah, it’s a header! Nice job.

Little brother cried, “No, it’s a noggin-er.”

The kids are crazy into animals! We have a grumpy cat named Sumo, who my daughter talked about in this way:

Sumo sniffed my finger. She’s kind of cute in a ferocious way like a honey badger.

Me: What’s a honey badger?

Big sister continued, “It has the same stripes as a skunk, but it has really really long claws, and it has teeth that are big and sharp. And they live on the African savannah and they hibernate like a little cheetah…Wait, they don’t hibernate but they sleep like a cheetah cub.”

Wow.  Similarly, when asking me to cut off the crusts on her sandwich, I explained that the crust is good for you. She said,

Yeah, it has vitamin seed.

Something like that!

Me & Daddy O.

On the calendar on our phones, I saw one appointment called “Lol!” I asked Daddy O. what this was, and he said, “Oh, that’s where that text went.”  Stupid “smartphones!” Argh.

Getting ready one morning for a day with the kids, Daddy O. asked me, “Are you going to be married today (meaning, are you going to wear your wedding ring)? I replied quickly, “No,” to which he suggested, “Maybe you’ll be picking more than strawberries today.”  Ha ha!

We recently went to our friend’s last gig with his band. The demands of full time work and a growing family have led him to call his lead singer role quits for a while. I enjoy dancing to my favorite songs, so when this was the first song we heard as we were walking into the bar, I immediately hit the dance floor.

Good tune, right? They play a lot of southern rock, blues, some Elvis, Rolling Stones, Counting Crows, Tom Petty, BoDeans, etc, so I got out on the dance floor a few times, but only managed to drag Daddy O. out there for ONE measly song.

Later at home, I explained, “The song ‘Shut up and Dance with Me’ should be called, ‘Drag you out of the Dance Floor, and Maybe you’ll Dance with Me’ for Daddy O.”  They kids just laughed.

I danced around to “Shut up and Dance with Me” and they kids had some feedback for me:

Big sister said, “Not impressive.”

Little brother observed, “That’s weird.”

Oh well, this mama will keep on dancing whenever I feel like it!

Now go check out what these awesome bloggers are up to:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                          Baking In A Tornado

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

http://followmehome.shellybean.com                          Follow me home http://www.menopausalmom.com/                          Menopausal Mother

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

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/                                  Just A Little Nutty

http://themomisodes.com                                        The Momisodes

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                            Someone Else’s Genius

http://www.angelaweight.com                                  Sanity Waiting to Happen

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

http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com                       Searching for Sanity

http://www.juiceboxconfession.com                              Juicebox Confession

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