It’s that time of the month again! Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. I’ve written these posts before, and you can find past posts on this page of my blog.
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.
Here’s who you’ll be hearing from:
- Me, Mama O.
- Daddy O.
- Big Sister, age 6
- Little Brother, age 4
My kids really love animals, so I wasn’t surprised when my son said, “I am chewing my spaghetti as a llama.” Oh really! He’s continued to say this whenever we eat pasta now.
Little brother sniffing me (like an animal), then told me, “When you wake up, you smell like a stinky ball.”
I asked him, “Do you smell like a stinky ball when you wake up?”
“No way!” he said.
While riding in the car, Little Brother declared, “Guess what? Wolves and African wild dogs can tire their prey to exhaustion. They run and run and run and then they get the moose.”
Me to Daddy O. “Wow, he’s just like that kid in Jerry Maguire!”
Tonight in the car, the kids were comparing my driving speed to how fast animals can run. “A lion is 40 mph. Did you know giraffes can only run 25 mph? This is way slower than a cheetah can run. Yeah, that’s 70 mph.” They really crack me up!
As I may have mentioned in other posts, I have a lot of time at home with Little Brother while Big Sister is in all day kindergarten. During winter we try to stay busy even if we’re indoors, so we’ve ended up baking together several times. One day he came up with his own dessert and starting giving me instructions:
“First take a chocolate granola bar. Then put Nutella on it. And then add green sprinkles.” He let me make my own version with Nutella on a graham cracker, saying “you get the pink sprinkles.” This guy is chocolate lover like me!
Every year for the past 14 years we have been fortunate to receive some Japanese candies along with a card from a family I met when I spent a summer in Tokyo. In turn, I try to send them American candies. This year it was fun trying all of the candies as a family. My daughter recently held up a fig-newton looking bar, and asked what I thought it was.
“It’s not chocolate! I know that much. It’s probably bean paste.” (as an aside, my mom had mistaken chocolate for bean paste when she visited me in Japan and bought a dessert all by herself – big disappointment).
Big Sister gave it a try, and exclaimed, “You gotta try this bean paste!” I guess I have a new ingredient that I can sneak into baking…
Just because we’re on the topic of baking and desserts, I thought I’d add a few comments around our 10 year anniversary.
Daddy O: I would really love a cherry pie for our anniversary.
Me (later in the day): I made you a marriage of our favorites – your tart cherries and my dark chocolate made one delicious chocolate cherry cake!
Daddy O: This is so good, I’ve had to have two a day!
The selfie I took of Daddy O. and me on our actual anniversary.
I took Little Brother shopping recently, and he spied some camouflage walkie talkies. He was all excited and of course wanted to buy them. I told him that he should bring his money to buy that toy, so we went home to empty his piggy bank and count it. When Daddy came home he said, “I have enough money for a wafee toffee.” I corrected him, “You mean a walkie talkie, right?” Little Brother, “No, wafee toffee.” We ended up returning to the store to let him buy the walkie talkie, and he since has stopped saying “wafee toffee.” It sounded pretty cute though!
When Little Brother is getting impatient (usually when we’re out in public), he has taken to saying, “Stop chatty, chat, chatting.” But my name is Cathy…isn’t Chatty Cathy a thing?
We were driving around, looking for a place to eat Sunday brunch, and as we passed a favorite neighborhood bistro, Little Brother professed, “I love bistros.”
Big sister wanted to play some apps or read some e-books on my Nook Tablet, and asked for the password, “Can you tell me the password when I’m like 13 or 14 years old?” Yes, I sure can. She’s so cute!
Life Isn’t Fair
Big sister at age 6 is becoming prone to drama – eye rolls, hands on the hip, and stare downs from time to time! Ugh! She blurted out, “Jordan and Kate ALWAYS get hot lunch. How come I NEVER get hot lunch?! Life isn’t fair. Don’t laugh at me, Mom.”
Oh my child…I could not help but laugh. How much you have to learn! And I am sure I will be hearing, “Life’s not fair” from you many more times!
For more Fly fun, be sure to click on these links for a peek into some other homes:
Baking In A Tornado
Someone Else’s Genius
Spatulas on Parade
Searching for Sanity
Never Ever Give Up Hope
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
Not That Sarah Michelle
Southern Belle Charm