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.
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 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.
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 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!
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?!
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.
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