Fly on the Wall: Dirty Beans

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 14 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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This past month just flew by with major things happening in our house – my daughter starting 4K, me starting my own all natural foods direct sales business, and my son’s 3rd birthday!  Lots of great blogging material in the queue, so come back to read all about it someday!

Dinnertime Conversations

One of our favorite activities to do on Wednesdays is venture to the Farmer’s market.  I bought some beans and made them for dinner.  Little bro said, “These beans are dirty.” He then took a few to the bathroom sink to rinse them off.  I tried explaining, “It’s seasoning, not dirt!.”  Oh well…at least he ate them!

Summertime Moments

We had the chance to test out a family member’s tag-along bike (it’s a kid’s bike attached to an adult bike) one weekend.  Big sister did awesome on it!  While we were riding she commented, “Mom, your dream that you had as a little girl came true.” I responded, “Huh?” She continued, “The dream of riding on a bike for two people.” This triggered my memory, “Oh yeah,” I said, “I guess you are right.”

As an adult I told Daddy O. that I dreamed of riding on a tandem bike together as an older couple (after seeing tandem bikers while biking/traveling in Switzerland). Here I was riding with a tag-along bike with my daughter, which I suppose was just as good, if not better because of her excitement. Dreams DO come true, though sometimes they materialize in different ways.

One hot day we made chocolate pudding pops. Big sister exclaimed, “This is the best day EVER!”  It is truly the little things in life that count, right?!

Learning New Health Terms

Daddy O: I think little brother has athlete’s foot.

Big sister: One time I had an athlete foot. And I pulled off the athlete.

Daddy O: That’s not exactly what it means.

Little brother: I have athlete’s foot.

Big sister: One time I peel off athlete.

Daddy O: Athletes are people who play sports. You don’t peel them off. Athletes sometimes get it from playing sports.

Big sister (persistent): Mom, I had a lot of athletes. I peeled them off.

Off to School

I wrote more about my musings on my daughter going off to 4 year old kindergarten here. Here’s a picture from her 1st day:

Big sister waving goodbye on her 1st day of school. Sniff. Sniff.

Big sister waving goodbye on her 1st day of school. Sniff. Sniff.

Her comments after morning one of school: Mom, some kids were arguing at school.  I wasn’t arguing.

Me: What did you do sweetie?

Big sister: We ate cheezie weezies for snack (the most important detail I guess).

My son’s reaction after big sister got on the school bus was, “Where’s my sister?” Yeah bud, it IS different around the house without her. Then later he told me, “When I get big I’m going to ride the school bus.”

Getting ready for school went really well the first few days, especially wonderful because big sister isn’t always a morning person.  That has since faded, much to my dismay. Eating and picking out clothes are the longest activities! I try to give suggestions, like putting leggings under a skirt to stay warmer, but my daughter told me, “Mom, you’re trying to dress me weirdly.” Oh man…I’m sure I’ll be hearing that one again!

Since starting school, I think big sister has begun to appreciate afternoons at home and weekends more. She remarked, “Quiet. I love quiet. I hate it when it’s loud.”  This IS a new one that I hope is adopted more often in our house!

Old House

We do live in an older home, but have no immediate plans to move.  Some family members have recently moved, so of course, big sister wants to move too.

Big sister: I don’t like our old house.

Me: Well, there are a lot of things Mom and Dad like about our house. Why don’t you like it?

Big sister: The doors. I want pink doors.

Little brother: I want the door to be green.

Daddy O: When you have your own house you can have whatever color door you want.

Click on these links for a peek into some other homes with various colored doors:

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://dinoheromommy.com/                                     Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://www.juiceboxconfession.com                           Juicebox Confession

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

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                               Battered Hope

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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

Source of Lots of Giggles in our House

We received a gem of a book from a family member recently.  She remembered it from her own childhood and was happy to find it at a rummage sale.  This book was worth every penny, as it is the source of lots of giggles in our house.

Without further ado, I give you Cookie’s Week:

Cookies Week by Cindy Ward Tomie dePaola

It’s about a kitty named Cookie who manages to get in all sorts of trouble each day of the week.  The first page really packs a punch with its opening sentence:

Page 1 of Cookie's Week. On Monday...Cookie fell in the toliet.

Page 1 of Cookie’s Week

How can any other book compete with that?  So cute and fun to read with my kids as their giggles escape uncontrollably.  Thank you so much for the fun book!!

Have you seen this book before?

On a slightly more advanced reading level, I have enjoyed Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer.  These are all books that sort of jump around time-wise and some change narrators.

What book are you enjoying right now?

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:

 

Do I REALLY Sound like that?

It happened yesterday.  I was playing dolls with big sister – the kind that have different clothes magnets, so it’s easy to change their outfits.

My daughter was playing the mommy and kept saying, “C’mon hon, we need to go to swimming.” Or “Okay sweetie, we have locker number fifty nine. Let’s talk your shoes off hon.” Literally every sentence had the word “sweetie” or “hon.”

She pronounces sweetie like schweetie (not to be confused with schweddy as in schweddy balls), so for awhile I wasn’t sure what she was saying.

Then it dawned on me – she is repeating what she hears, so do I really sound like that?  Am I constantly calling her sweetie or hon?  It was quite cute to hear her play out our trips to swimming lessons, but it certainly reminded me that I need to watch what I say!

She has also enjoyed telling her so-called jokes.  One time after dinner I was talking about an undesirable situation and paused for the right words.  Big sister chimed in saying “it would be a DISASTER.”  The timing and delivery were spot-on, so we all laughed.  Now every time she says disaster, she laughs hysterically, and we manage a fake laugh.  I guess joke telling really is a talent that needs to be learned and perfected.  I don’t really recall using the word disaster that often, so who knows where she picked it up.

In addition to schweetie, hon, and disaster, big sister is picking up some other terms that we don’t care for – name calling. She called little brother a poopy head and promptly received a scolding.  I’m sure this name calling will only continue as she learns things – good and bad from her fellow pre-schoolers.  I’ll take sweetie or hon any day over poopy head!

What expressions of yours have you heard your kids say?

For more on talking with a preschooler & toddler, see this post.