Bethanie had a hard afternoon yesterday. She fell down the stairs twice, poked herself in the eye with her pencil, and caused herself other types of bodily harm in random, strange ways.
She was telling me what a hard day it had been when Sadie said,
"You think you have had a hard day?!! I had to come home from my friend's house because they were having dinner, AND my sister won't stop hurting herself! That is a hard day!"
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
My Problem
There is a problem with this house. A problem that could be remedied, but some how it is not.
The door on the master bedroom locks, but the door on the master bathroom does not.
Sean- the dad- does not find this as much of a problem as I do. He just locks the bedroom door when he takes a shower or uses the bathroom.
I am the mom. The mom has to be ready for an emergency at the drop of a hat. A mom can not have two doors between her and her unsupervised offspring.
If my kids need me, they need to be able to knock on the bathroom door, thus alerting me that someone needs to go to the emergency room.
Lately Brady has been taking advantage of this fact. No matter where he is in the house, if he hears my bathroom door shut, he sprints to it and opens it. WIDE. All the way.
My shower happens to be a small, clear, box. There is no where to hide. So I stand there, exposed, yelling, "SHUT THE DOOR, BRADY! SHUT THE DOOR!"
Why don't we just buy a lock for the bathroom door? I dunno. Why don't we? We have shopped for one before. It was too expensive.
One of these days Jeff is going to walk by at just the wrong time and we will wish that we had.
The door on the master bedroom locks, but the door on the master bathroom does not.
Sean- the dad- does not find this as much of a problem as I do. He just locks the bedroom door when he takes a shower or uses the bathroom.
I am the mom. The mom has to be ready for an emergency at the drop of a hat. A mom can not have two doors between her and her unsupervised offspring.
If my kids need me, they need to be able to knock on the bathroom door, thus alerting me that someone needs to go to the emergency room.
Lately Brady has been taking advantage of this fact. No matter where he is in the house, if he hears my bathroom door shut, he sprints to it and opens it. WIDE. All the way.
My shower happens to be a small, clear, box. There is no where to hide. So I stand there, exposed, yelling, "SHUT THE DOOR, BRADY! SHUT THE DOOR!"
Why don't we just buy a lock for the bathroom door? I dunno. Why don't we? We have shopped for one before. It was too expensive.
One of these days Jeff is going to walk by at just the wrong time and we will wish that we had.
Hey, They Have Online Ordering
Is it a bad sign when your 22 month old sees the pizza delivery guy standing at the door and he yells, "Pizba! Pizba!"?
We don't order pizza THAT much....
Um...
We don't order pizza THAT much....
Um...
Friday, December 4, 2009
Nice Shirt, Jeff
On Monday I gave Jeff an assignment to help out with FHE. He went above and beyond. I asked him to make some body armor. Not only did he make it, he duct taped it to himself.
Sean got home from work and went about his business. After dinner I announced that it was time for FHE.
Sean was very surprised to find out that Jeff's "outfit" had a purpose.
So that was Sean's reaction to the body armor.
Here is a picture of Brady's reaction;
Sean got home from work and went about his business. After dinner I announced that it was time for FHE.
Sean was very surprised to find out that Jeff's "outfit" had a purpose.
So that was Sean's reaction to the body armor.
Here is a picture of Brady's reaction;
Thursday, December 3, 2009
What Goes Around, Comes Around
Brady streaked off as fast as lightning and as naked as the day he was born as soon as I got him out of the tub.
I knew Sadie had found him when I heard the angry shriek.
Sadie: "Mom! Brady is sitting with his naked BUM on MY BED!"
Me: "Sadie, I remember you doing the same thing to Bethanie's bed."
Sadie: "Now I know how bad it SUCKED!!"
So many levels of Karma in this story.
I knew Sadie had found him when I heard the angry shriek.
Sadie: "Mom! Brady is sitting with his naked BUM on MY BED!"
Me: "Sadie, I remember you doing the same thing to Bethanie's bed."
Sadie: "Now I know how bad it SUCKED!!"
So many levels of Karma in this story.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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