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.
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.
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:
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!
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.”
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:
- 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.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
- http://www.impoverishedvegan.com Impoverished Vegan
- http://www.juiceboxconfession.com Juicebox Confession