Now THAT'S classy!

Tonight as I was feeding Addie her bedtime eats Joseph hollars from the top of the stairs to me

Joseph -"Hey Mom!!"
me - "what"
*right about now I am fully expecting a goodnight and I love you, since that is pretty normal. Big Daddy bathes the boys and gets them into bed as I am feeding Addie*
J - "I just farted with my armpit!"
me - "good one!" What else should be said???

That's classy. I am glad he conquered that task. One definately wouldn't be a full on boy without knowing to armpit fart.

I wonder if invisible Joseph can do invisible armpit farts?

It was sooo wrong, but it felt sooo good

Finally, Joseph has returned to school. After a week's vacation he wound up at home for another day off with his ear infection. Now that it is all under control he headed back to school yesterday. I got a much needed break from the bickering. It's a good thing Addie can't talk yet and get involved in the arguments or I might have to stick my head in the oven and slam it shut.

However, while the school break was on I did catch a glimpse of what Trent's career path my hold. It was interesting to say the least. Throughout my observation I concluded that I think he will become a supervisor of sorts later in life. Even perhaps a city worker. If the hard working people in your municipality can hold shovels up as well as in our lovely city here, you will know exactly what I am getting at.

It all started in the bedroom. The boys bedroom. We were cleaning the house and I suggested that they should go get dressed and after doing so they should try to make their beds. They quite successfully did both tasks. While they were doing that I was vacuuming Addie's room. I then wanted to clean the bathroom so I suggested to Joseph that he try vacuuming his own room. After a small briefing on how the vacuum works he sprung into action. All the while Trent was perched on the lower bunk bed feet tucked under him (didn't want the vacuum to get them) instructing Joseph on what to do. It sounded somewhat like this:

"Joseph...over here"
"Nope, here, get it here"
"Yah Joseph, over here"
"Go back, go back more" *waves finger around*
"JOSEPH you need to do over here"
"I see dirt over here Joseph...get it... GET IT!!!"
"turn around" *swirls finger in a circle"
"Do it again"
"NOOOOO, over there"

It then was Trent's turn to try his hand at vacuuming. Considering I think the vacuum is taller than he is and weighs approximately the same as he does it was a little more difficult. But they enjoyed themselves.

Later that day when I dropped Joseph off for a play date at his cousins Trent was crying that he wanted to play too. In feeling sorry for him I suggested that I'd let him vacuum some more when we got home. He perked right up and wanted to go home.

If only I can keep this fun for them it will be grand. Maybe next I can coerce them into thinking washing the kitchen floor is fun!! Sponges tied to feet maybe?

Confident Fella, Ain't He?

Tonight after supper the kids and I went over to my friends place for some coffee and a backyard play date. The boys had a riot enjoying the outdoors without having to have 18 layers of clothing on. I think I can safely say that spring is finally here!

While the boys were outside the Mom was making her sons lunch for school the next morning. She jotted out a note on some cute kid paper and popped it into his lunch bag. She said he looks for it every day and she writes him one, every day. Cute.

Once we were home having our before bed snack I asked Joseph if he'd be interested in getting notes in his lunch reminding him of how much I love him. He declined. I left it at that. A few minutes later he says "Mom, I know you love me. I don't need a reminder."

I guess I will take that as our job being done well that Joseph knows day in and day out that he is loved by Big Daddy and I. No reminder necessary. Now, if we could just instill post-potty hand washing without a reminder.

Just another side note. Poor Joseph has an ear infection. Sunday he stuck his finger in his ear and said "It hurts when I do this". Well of course my response was "well, don't do that then" Simple enough. I guess not as later that evening it was clear that an ear infection had set in and the pain was too much for him. So off to the medi-clinic we headed and sure enough ear infection.

Today after being on antibiotics for a full 24 hours I asked Joseph how his ear was. It is feeling better. However, invisible Joseph has been in bed all day watching TV and puking into a bucket. Thankfully for me, it is an invisible bucket and invisible barf. That, I can handle.

I swore I wouldn't!!!

You are all never going to believe what I have done. I swore through and through that I would never do it! NEVER!!! I feel deep down in my gut that I have sold my soul to the devil. Well, the food devil's if you will.

Me, the accomplished dinner-screwer-upper has done the utterly unthinkable. To boot, I was good at it, it was grand and Big Daddy loves me even more for doing it. So much so, he has asked me to do it again sometime. I don't know if I ever want to do it again, it was a lot of work and I wound up all sweaty, smelly and I feel really.... well.... OLD!

Isn't it that only old people cook turkeys??? Yes, I know your shocked to your very core that *I* cooked a turkey. I will give you a moment to recover since I am sure you are forclempt. To be honest when I tell people they really don't believe me. That is why I took pictures. My family has even eaten said turkey and thus far have lived to tell about it.

Isn't it pretty! Well, not really but I didn't have time to put a bow or anything on it.



I made gravy too! Wanna see?


And my family about to eat it all


Don't look too closely or you will notice the following things:

A) I don't own a roaster that will hold a turkey. So instead I used the bottom part of my broiling pan. It worked since my "lid" was to be tinfoil anyways according to my "recipe".

B) Joseph looks impressed huh! Don't worry it's usual for him. If it isn't Kraft Dinner or Peanut Butter sandwiches that is generally the look I get at all meals. I am used to it now, I let it slide off my back.

C) I do not own a gravy boat. My gravy is served in a Tupperware measuring cup thingy that has a handle. It did the trick.

All in all it was an experience. I am glad that for my first time I shared with no one but my immediate family. That way if I screwed up big time the McDonald's order wouldn't have been too expensive. I however, wouldn't be too afraid to try again for others....some day and hopefully not soon.