Fly on the Wall: Big Dreams and Lots of Love

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 12 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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If you’re new here, this is who is featured in Fly on the Wall:

  • Me, Mama O.
  • Daddy O.
  • Big Sister, age 6
  • Little Brother, age 4

Big Dreams

Daddy O. subscribes to some car enthusiast magazines.

Reading Car & Driver Magazine together

A few years ago – Daddy O. and Little Brother reading Car & Driver magazine.

He was reading it with the kids around, and I overheard:

Little Brother: Can we buy that (a Lotus Evora)? We have a lot of money.

Big Sister: I have a lot of money.

Little Brother: We could tape it together.

Big Sister: Wait, how many seats does it have?

Daddy O: Only two seats

I think that ended the conversation! We often tease them that two-seaters don’t have room for car seats, so they are a mom and dad ONLY car.  Daddy O. is definitely DREAMING of the day he may get a fancy sports car.

Random Things we Hear in the Morning

While “helping” Daddy O. pick out clothes, my son was jumping on the bed, and asked, “Did it (the bed) shiver?”  I understood what he meant!

Big sister, “I have a busy morning. Actually everyday I have a busy morning. I have to wake up, eat breakfast, make my bed, brush teeth, brush hair, pack my backpack…” She is too cute. We made her a chart for getting ready each day to check off her “jobs” to give me a break from saying, “Hurry up!” It’s been working well, but has apparently felt like a lot to her. Ah, the innocence of youth!

I gave my daughter hot chocolate, saying that it might be hot. She replied, “Burning hot!” (a big exaggerated) My son, agreeing said, “So hot you could boil an egg.”

 Things We Thought We’d Never Say

At library craft time, I said to my kids, “You two are very good at crafts.” My daughter, ever so modest, replies, “Yeah, I’m really good,” and my son chimes in, “Better than the rest.”

I explained, “Well, everyone just has fun making their project.” To another mom I said, “My kids are so competitive!” She agreed, saying, “Yeah, mine are the same way. I never thought I’d have to say arts and crafts is not a competition!”

My kids at craft time

At the craft session when the above conversation was had! I should have taken pictures of each project, so you could have voted on the best one!

Fast forward a bit to my birthday, and Daddy O. found himself saying to our children, “You have to eat your food without being annoying if you want birthday cake.”

Best for Last

On my birthday big sister gave me a hug and said

I love you all around the universe.

She is the best! I wrote this post to her, asking her to stay little and sweet. Here’s a recent family picture:

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Mama O. and family at Big Sister’s birthday. At least three of us are smiling nicely.

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http://themomisodes.com

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com

http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/

http://www.southernbellecharm.com

http://dinoheromommy.com/

http://www.angrivatedmom.wordpress.com

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Fly on the Wall – I Ate a Purple Flower

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 12 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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Last month, I told my son to “get his foot out of his mouth.”  Strange things that I never thought I’d say have continued to come out of my mouth.  My son told me, “I’m a baby kitty. I’m cleaning myself.”  I replied, “Stop licking yourself.”  Crazy kid!

The Naughty List

AHHH! A high pitched squeal erupts in the basement, followed by tears. “You’re rude!!”

“What happened?” I asked, knowing full well who was the culprit.

“He wrecked my stable (Lego set).” big sister explained through tears.

“C’mon bud, into time out. That’s not the Golden Rule. We don’t mess up big sister’s toys.” I said and put little brother in time-out.

While in time-out, big sister shouted upstairs, “Mom, will he be on Santa’s naughty list now?”

“I’m not sure honey,” I said, “I don’t know how Santa does his naughty list.”

Thinking of Christmas

Big sister: Mom I miss Christmas.

Me: Why?

Big sister: Because I’m cold

Me: Is that why you’re wearing your princess winter boots? (And I thought she would just say presents!)

Randomness

Big sister: Mom, did you know that when I was 3, I ate a purple flower?

What?!  This is another thing I’m going to file under “Things I Didn’t Want to Know!”

Difficult Words to Pronounce

We were just sitting outside in our backyard on a beautiful, though windy summer day. Big sister says, “Look the leaves on the tree are wrestling.”  “Oh you mean rustling. The leaves on the tree are rustling,” I explained. She was so close to the right word!  It IS hard to pronounce, remember so many words as a kid!

Big Sister-isms

Big sister to me: If we wear the same barrette, then people will then we’re twins (awh – so sweet).

I’m getting ready to leave the house, doing a million things at once because we’re running late. Big sister has been helping out with a few things. The broom and dustpan fall down, so I ask her to pick it up. “Do I have to do everything?” she exclaims!  Hmm…I wonder where she’s heard that before.

Me: Little brother it makes me sad when you bit your sister.

Big Sister: Yeah it’s rude! It makes me not want to marry my brother (as she once said before).

Me: Yeah, it IS rude.

Big Sister: I’m going to marry someone else!

Me & Daddy O.

Going to Germanfest we brought windbreakers and an umbrella.  Since I didn’t have a big purse, there wasn’t a really good place to store our inclement weather gear. Daddy O. clipped his windbreaker (rolled up in a pouch) to his belt loop. “I’m getting more functional as I get older,” he said. I replied, “Do you need a fanny pack?” Daddy O. protesting, “C’mon we won’t be the weirdest looking people there. It’s Germanfest.”  Good point!  He was right…plenty of people were in traditional German attire or just other interesting looks.  People-watching is part of the fun of going to festivals. And no, it didn’t even rain!  Here’s a picture of my delicious weiss bier and Schnitzel sandwich that I savored at Germanfest:

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More Zoo Comments

Do you ever have those moments when you notice how big your kids are?  For me, it’s sometimes when I’m giving them a bath.  Their outstretched bodies almost fill the entire length of the tub now! Recently, I told them, “Wow, you’re so big!”  Little brother replied, “Mom, you’re as big as a hippo.”  Maybe we need to stop going to the zoo!!

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

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

http://www.therowdybaker.com     The Rowdy Baker

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

http://themomisodes.com          The Momisodes

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

http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com     The Sadder But Wiser Girl

http://followmehome.shellybean.com          Follow me home . . .

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/   Stacy Sews and Schools

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

http://www.kimulmanis.com     Kim Ulmanis

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

Fly on the Wall – Newbie Edition

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post.  As mentioned in my title, I’m a newbie at doing this group post.  I first came across it by following the entertaining posts from The Sadder But Wiser Girl.   Today 12 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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First things first – a brief introduction to my dear family:

  • Me – (Cathy) or Mama O. – Mom / part-time Marketing guru
  • Daddy O. – my dear enginerd
  • Big Sister – 4 years old with some diva-like qualities
  • Little Brother – 2.5 years old, talkative train lover

For a visual, here’s one of my favorite family pictures from May 2013.

Big sister, Mama O, Daddy O, and Little Brother

The best family picture we’ve had in a LONG time!

On Toys / Keeping Track of Things

Me to Daddy O., “I wish we didn’t lose that wooden tongs for the toaster.”

Daddy O. – “And our marbles too.”  Ha ha.  We LITERALLY lost the marbles for the recently received Mouse Trap game.

Sibling Love / Randomness

Little Sister professes, “Mom, I want to marry my brother.”  To which I reply, “Well, I think you’ll change your mind about that when you get older.”  She was insistent, “NO, I do want to marry him.”  We went back and forth on this for sometime.  Isn’t that sweet though?

Big sister randomly, “Remember I am a Ma’am.” Yes, ma’am!

Upon learning to ride her new bike with training wheels, big sister declares, “You can’t laugh when you’re riding a bike.”  Good advice…and later she adds, “…or you can’t clap (when riding a bike).”

Big Sister exclaimed, “Mom, look there’s a spider on your head,” pauses for a short second, “April Fool’s.”  Me in reply, “You got me! Good one.”  A few minutes later she adds, “God and Jesus made April Fool’s.” Okay then.

Little Brother has frequently told me, “I want to be in a boy dance class with a boy teacher.”  He assumes this will be the case since he see his sister in an all girl dance class with a girl teacher.  Here they are after her dance class together:

My Ballerina Diva and her little brother "photo-bombing" her pic

My Ballerina Diva and her little brother “photo-bombing” her pic

An early morning conversation with little brother

“Mom, what’s that on your face?”

I explain, “a zit.”

“What’s a zit?”  (Hearing a 2 year old say that is really cute)

Realizing I need to elaborate, “It’s something people can get when they’re older.”

Little brother goes on, “When I’m three I’ll get a zit.”

“No, honey, older than three. When you’re a teenager.”

Little brother, “4?”

Me, understanding that teenager means nothing to him, “No.”

Little brother summing it up, “Somebody gets a zit and somebody cries.”

Me, “Sure.”  Sounds about right.

Daddy O. and Big Sister at Dinner

“Daddy, my mouth is like a vacuum!”

Daddy egging her on, “Oh so you’re sucking up food?”

Me, 5 minutes later, “What happened to your vacuum sweetie?  Where is it?”

Big sister explains, “It ran to Arizona.”  Obviously.

Offering a suggestion, I say, “You need a replacement vacuum or please eat with your regular old mouth.”

Big sister, “Vacuum!”  (and eating)

Me, “It came back from Arizona?!”

Big sister answers, “Yup, it zipped back; ran away from a coyote.”

A Regular Day in Little Brother’s Room

I tried turning on an old lamp that I didn’t want turned on and said, “Oh no, it’s broken.”  (actually it was unplugged).  Little brother offered, “It’s out of gas.”  Big sister butts in, “Lamps don’t use gas. They use electricity silly.”  Smarty pants!

On Name Calling / Misusing Words

Somehow Little Brother learned naughty names and called me “butthead” three times in one week.

Big sister said she had a “knick knack name” from a friend at school.

Big sister rather sternly to little brother, “You’re lying!”  Little brother adamantly screams, “I’m not a lion.”

As I’m reading an Elephant and Piggie book with Little Brother, he says, “He’s blowing water from his funnel.”  I explain, “Well, that’s a trunk on the elephant, not a funnel.  Do you have train on the brain?”  He just giggles!

Mama O. reading to a whole crowd on a play date.

Mama O. reading to a whole crowd on a play date.

Just between Moms

On a recent road trip and day of shopping with friends, we drove in my friend’s vehicle to pick up other mom-friends.  As they came to the vehicle, one said in all honesty, “Nice minivan.”  I cracked up, “Oh how our compliments have changed through the years.  We ARE Moms.”

Closing Thoughts

Upon shedding layers to finally enjoy Spring after such a brutal Wisconsin Winter, I felt some type of toy in my daughter’s lightweight jacket pocket.  I reached in to see what treasure lie in the pocket, and happily shared with my husband, “The marbles!  We’re not losing them after all.”

Cheers to keeping your marbles!  Read more fun Fly on the Wall posts by clicking on these links for a peek into some other homes:

 

Airblasts, Toots, and the F-word

“That was an airblast,” declared my almost three year old nephew very seriously as he sat on the potty seat, while I kept him company.  I asked if poops were coming, but he said, “No, just another airblast.”  I sat with him a bit longer, trying not to laugh at the new term he has just used.

An airblast?! What is that?!  In our house, we would refer to it as a toot, or more endearingly, a toot-ski.  Special thanks to Daddy O. for coining that term and explaining the difference between burp and toot to our then 2.5 year old! (Read more about the funny things my kids say in Talking with a Toddler and a Preschooler and in Choose your Words Carefully)

In another home, fart is not used, but instead is the f-word.  This mom shared that her son’s elementary school teacher called her, saying that he used the f-word in circle time.  Unfazed, the mom explained THEIR definition of the f-word in their home. 

It’s crazy! With one word alone – fart, or flatulence, goes by so many other terms! This leads me to believe that every family has its own vernacular and special way of communicating. As parents we have to decide what we will or won’t say in the hopes that our children will refrain from picking up the bad words. However, when children go out into the wider world – for example another home or school – these family terms can easily be misunderstood or simply humorous. 

All this airblast, toot, and fart (or f-word) talk reminded me of the New York Times quiz that went around via social media, “How Y’all, Youse and You Guys Talk.” They clearly pegged me for a Wisconsin resident, or Sconnie as some call us. Our use of the term “bubbler” instead of drinking fountain is a dead giveaway of our origin.  I though my time in Pittsburgh, where I heard “yinz,” “katty korner,” and “stillers” (oh you mean STEELERS), would have some affect, but apparently you can’t take the Wisconsin accent out of the girl so easily. 

Did you take the quiz too? What terms are a dead give-away on where you’re from?  Does your family have some phrases that you have invented?