Fly on the Wall: Parenting in a Nutshell

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/

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

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

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

Dinosaur Superhero Mommy         http://dinoheromommy.com/

The Bergham Chronicles               http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/

When I Grow Up                       http://kimberlyyavorski.com/whenigrowup/

Wanting to Regress, I Guess

In past Fly on the Wall posts I have talked about growing older, mostly as it relates to my kids. In a unique twist, I heard my kids say, “I wish we were babies, and you had to change our diapers.”

Daddy O. replied, “Babies don’t earn coins for doing jobs. They can’t buy things with money. They can’t go swimming by themselves.” At age 6 Big Sister can be in the water by herself with an adult on the pool deck. Little Brother still needs an adult in the water with him at age 5.

Little Brother explained, “We would just swim on you. You do all the work, and we do all the relaxing.”

Me lamenting to Daddy O., “That’s parenting in a nutshell.” Sigh.

Camping / Outdoor Quips

While we were hiking, we had to double back to reach the correct trail. I was able to say, “Turn by the floating caterpillar!” It did appear to be floating, suspended on a thin line of a spider’s web. It was cool!

Both kids asked on our hike, “Are there wolves in the woods?”

I replied, “Just make your annoying noises and they’ll stay away.”

Big Sister was a big discouraged after fishing, saying, “I know why we didn’t catch any fish. It’s because we SUCK!” Wow, I didn’t realize she knew that phrase.  I explained that they didn’t suck, but they just needed to find a better fishing spot…and the fish don’t always bite, blah, blah blah (I’m sure she just heard the voice of Charlie Brown’s Mom.)

Wedding = Kid Free Time!

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Daddy and Mama O all fancy for the wedding – what I can do with time to fix my hair.

Daddy O. and I attended a beautiful wedding of an extended family member, while our kids went with their aunt and uncle and cousins. At the end of the weekend, Big Sister explained, “At our aunt’s house, you get points for sleeping in.” Hmm…maybe we should do that at home!

On our drive to the wedding we were enjoying some 80’s music. I heard the station identification and said, “Wait, is this the oldies station?!”  Daddy O. remarked, “Yeah, we are oldies.”

While up north we saw a few “Man’s Sale” signs. My sister and I laughed, wondering if men were for sale.  A few miles down the road more signs gave a few more clues as to what a “Man’s Sale” was – fishing, hunting, clothing for men, but it was a good laugh!

Little Brother’s New Game

At the step in our garage that leads to our home there were four water bottles lined up. Daddy O. asked, “What’s with these water bottles here?”

Me: It was a game. Little Brother would ride his bike around the garage and would deliver me a water bottle that he pretended was a bottle of wine. Then he’d ride around again and pick up another bottle and deliver it to me. I think it’s a good game.

Daddy O: Okay then…

Now shoo fly, and go check out all of these other posts!

 

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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