Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 5 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.
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Here’s who you’ll be hearing from in my house:
- Me, Mama O.
- Daddy O.
- Big Sister, age 9
- Little Brother, age 7
Since I have been writing these blog posts since 2014, I have my own Fly Post Page. Check it out if you want to hear more craziness from my house.
We were in a hotel room for a family gathering and settling in for the night.
Big Sister: Why are there bumps on the ceiling?
Little Brother: It’s a horrible paint job.
Actually it was just the ceiling’s drywall.
Later, as the kids are still not asleep, Little Brother says to me, “If I had a retainer, I’d want one with teeth. Your retainer makes your teeth look rotten.”
While driving in the car, Little Brother said, “When I grow up, I would want my house to have a yard that attracts wildlife.”
Me: What does that mean?
Little Brother: I wouldn’t cut the grass. Well, maybe not until it got really long.
I don’t know – maybe he wants a herd of goats to cut the grass for him. That might not be a bad idea.
No Such Thing as a BFF
I’ve organized several play dates over summer for my kids, and I’ve asked Little Brother if he wants to see his BFF. He always says, “I don’t have a BFF, just a BF. There really aren’t BFFs since you can’t be best friends with someone when you are a baby.”
A New Kind of Burp
Yes, our meal times and snacks are full of manners. Big Sister made a weird noise, and I told her, “Wow, that sounded like a bark burp.”
Apparently it was a sneeze and a burp that happened at the same time.
When Big Sister was younger, she would tell fireflies to “light up your butts.”
That expression has stuck in our family. We were watching fireflies in our backyard from Little Brother’s bedroom window one night. Here’s how the conversation went:
Little Brother: I like watching fireflies from my room. It’s relaxing.
Me: Are the fireflies going away now? Maybe they’re running out of butt juice.
Little Brother: Butt juice is diarrhea.
And we both laugh!!
Daddy O.: You two and your potty humor!
Rules for Summer
Daddy O: There should be a limit on how many times a week you eat ice cream.
Really?! There were some evenings that I wanted to just eat ice cream for dinner!
Big Sister and Little Brother: We have a “one stuffed animal” per summer rule. You buy us one stuffed animal from the zoo.
I have to admit that I let this one happen. My kids are still little and love stuffed animals, so I bought little brother a Red Panda and Big Sister an otter. And then they had to draw a picture of red panda together. Little Brother made an animal research book about red panda too. Their stuffed animals became educational somehow!! Look at these cuties:
Later in summer, Little Brother saved up money to buy a harbor seal. He reads with that guy too.
It wouldn’t be summer without hearing these sayings EVERY DAY:
Little Brother: Mom, I’m bored.
Little Brother: There’s nothing to do.
Little Brother / Big Sister: Can I have technology time?
Me: Why don’t you do a chore?
Me: Stop fighting.
Me: Go to your room.
Me: No more screen time.
Me: Is it time for school to start yet?
And that’s a wrap on this Fly on the Wall blog post! Now shoo, and check out the other fun bloggers!