Fly on the Wall – Do Books Take Baths?

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 16 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.

Fly on the Wall Post

I feel like I’ve been buzzing around a lot lately with family activities, birthdays, passing along baby gear, and not a lot of blogging.  I have been having fun with my own side business in addition to my part time job. Basically, I get to prepare / eat amazing food, drink wine and help prepare some freezer meals while I work. Read more about my job here.

Back to Fly on the Wall….

Bye Bye Baby Gear

I had a lot of gear from my kids that wasn’t needed by friends or family having kids, so I found a local charity for single moms who took a wide range of donations. I loaded my car with a highchair, bouncer, jumper, infant bathtub among other things, and buckled little brother into his seat. On the way to the donation center, he said, “I call baby toys a bunch of junk!” And “There’s a bunch of junk in the back.”

Hey bud, you used that junk!! I hope it helps another family too!

Music to my Ears

Big sister: Mom, can I wash the floors? I need a bucket.

Mom / Dad: Sure!

Big sister: C’mon Mom, help us. It’s fun.

Me: No, that’s okay honey. You’re doing great.

Big sister: You have to do it like Cinderella does!

Me thinking – we need to watch that movie more often!! Our house would be so clean!

This wasn't exactly said, but it was written, which counts for Fly on the Wall.

This wasn’t exactly said, but it was written exactly how big sister would say it, which counts for Fly on the Wall.

Playing the Game

When getting dressed, my son will say, “Wait, let me check and see if it’s size 3,” because he is 3 years old.  Upon seeing a 2 on the tag (some of which still fit him), he’ll choose something else. Daddy O. responded one time, “Do you want to see a 3?”  When he said yes, Daddy O. took a sharpie to the shirt & turned the 2 into a 3.  Problem solved & shirt worn! We’ve done this to a few of his shirts now. I write more about that here.

changing little brother's shirt to 3T

Play the game while getting dressed – a new size!

Do Books Take Baths?

My mom gave me some old books from my own childhood and even some from when my dad was a kid.  My son especially loves Grandpa’s train book! When talking about the books, I said, “It’s an old book from when mom was little. It has old book smell.” Big sister replied, “Pweh! Do books take baths?”

My Birthday

My daughter was born one week after my birthday, so I’m always focused on her birthday party when my own rolls around.  Still, we had some fun celebrating my special day as a family.  My colleagues bought me cake & a balloon at work and my husband bought me chocolate covered cannoli from our local Italian bakery. YUM! He put candles in the cannoli and he & big sister sang me Happy Birthday.  Little brother wasn’t singing at all.  When they sang, “How old are you?” he chimed in, “I’m not old.”  So true, so true my little man!

mama O. and my birthday cake

Sweet birthday treats waiting for me in the office

Melt my Heart

Big sister is into coloring and making art projects.  She has so many of them that I often encourage sending them to our family.  Sometimes she decides without me asking who will be the lucky recipient of her artwork. For one particular piece she recently said, “Can we send this leaf up to heaven?”  My reply, “Who do you want to give it to?” Big sister said, “Great Grandma.”

At this point I got a little choked up because she mentioned a grandma who passed away when I was still in high school. She’s seen pictures of her and we’ve talked about her. I WISH I would have just said, “sure, we can send it up to her. Let me get an envelope,” but instead I said, ” Sweetie, you haven’t even met her. She would love you very much. I think Great Grandma can see this beautiful leaf you made already.” Just precious! How do kids come up with this stuff?!

Random Comments

Ahhh…I had some Fly on the Wall “memo” saved in my phone.  Some mysterious phone monster deleted them. I think one gem was from my daughter, as we were driving to Illinois, she declared, “Someday I’ll name my kid Illinois.”  Okay, honey!

Big sister: My poop was like an eel turd.
Me & Daddy O.: What?!
Big Sis: my poop looked like an eel.
Wow! Thanks!

As I’m pulling out of a parking lot, little brothers reminds me in his sweet voice, “You’re not in a demo derby!”

Little Brother: When I get big, I’m going to hunt bees.

Me to wild kids: it’s not wrestle-mania kids!
Big sister: what? Wrestlevania?
Yes, not that either kids!

Big sister: The sky looks like a maze of clouds. (such a good description for that day)!

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://batteredhope.blogspot.com                                 Battered Hope

http://dinoheromommy.com/                         Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

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

http://www.crumpetsandbollocks.com                     Crumpets and Bollocks

http://www.juiceboxconfession.com                          Juicebox Confession

http://www.risanye.com                                              Risa Nye

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24 hours kid free!

Mama and Daddy OAt 11.5 months old, we finally shared a night away from my son, which was probably long overdue.  We spent some time getting the kiddos settled with Grandma and Grandpa and left around lunchtime to enjoy some kid-free time.  About two hours into our car ride, I admitted how quiet it was – no whining, crying, or cute little voices coming from the back seat.  It was nice!

We had a wonderful time celebrating the marriage of our friends at their beautiful outdoor wedding.  It felt good to just be “Cathy” and not mom.  And surprisingly, we managed not to only talk about our children all the time.  As typical with most Wisconsin weddings, we broke out our best polka and other crazy dance moves.  What a great night!!  Plus we were able to sleep soundly to the LATE hour of 7:00 a.m. We returned to Grandma and Grandpa’s house to get the full report from the kiddo’s stay, and everyone did fine. I enjoyed the adult time with my husband and our friends, as it’s so easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of child-rearing and not save enough time for date nights or simply relaxing together.  This is something we’ll definitely have to do more often!