Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 9 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 these links for a peek into some other homes:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.BakingInATornado.com
Menopausal Mother http://www.menopausalmom.com/
Searching for Sanity http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com
Eileen’s Perpetually Busy http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/
Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/
Never Ever Give Up Hope http://batteredhope.blogspot.com
Bookworm in the Kitchen http://www.bookwormkitchen.com
When I Grow Up http://kimberlyyavorski.com/whenigrowup/
Here’s who you’ll be hearing from in my house:
- Me, Mama O.
- Daddy O.
- Big Sister, age 7
- Little Brother, age 5
When I was a Baby
The kids have been fascinated with stories of themselves when they were younger, especially babies. We’ve had some fun sharing memories and have had some funny conversations along the way – like this one:
Little Brother: When I was just born, did I jump into your arms.
Me: Well, not exactly. You came out, and they put you in my arms. Babies can’t really jump when they’re just born.
Little Brother, crawls on my lap, as I’m seating on a glider chair with my feet on the ottoman and says, “toilet.” I had to think for a bit, but remembered that the kids made up this “game” when I sat in this chair with my feet up. “Oh yeah, that’s what you meant when you sat on my lap and said toilet.” It’s not that he had to use the toilet. Just go with it, Mom.
Me to Big Sister, “I like your cardigan. I’d wear it if it were in my size. Someday maybe we can share clothes.” And possibly shoes too…fingers crossed! Seriously, sometimes her clothes is cuter than mine! Someday – #lifegoals
Me & Daddy O.
Daddy O (referring to the pillow shams: These are on the floor 90% of the time!
Me: Yeah that’s why they are called a sham.
Daddy O. (looking at Big Sister’s jean jacket): Shouldn’t you iron that?
Me: (who HATES ironing): No, you don’t iron jeans, silly!
What Really Goes on at Scout Camp
Me: I was thinking about looking at sending big sister to a girl scout day camp.
Little Brother: Do they hunt deer?
Me: No, it’s not like they live off the land. They may make a fire, but I’m sure they have food ready for them.
Daddy O: It’s not like Oregon Trail.
Me: Where they hunt for berries and then get dysentery. (This joke is going over the kids’ heads completely, by the way.)
Big sister: That doesn’t sound like fun.
Big sister: Can I just get an allowance?
Me: No, you need to do chores for money.
Big sister: No, just get money every week
Me: Just for being my daughter? No. You need to do work to earn money.
Little Brother goes to school half days, but has recently shared with me, “Mom, I wish the school days were on weekends and the weekends were on school days.” I just reply, “Well, those two school days would be super long. I don’t think it’s going to change.”
He then said, “Maybe God could change that.”
I think that may fall under the “unanswered prayer” category, but I think it’s sweet that he’s already pining for longer weekends at age 5.