Hey All,
For today, you get a roundup of how things sounded around my house this week and the important lessons we learned.
1. I am not an acceptable substitute for Julie Andrews.
Anita (3) in the car: “Mom, could you not sing? I’m trying to hear Mary Poppins.”
2. Middle children are easygoing.
Bobby (7) in bed: “Do you know where Bullseye (the stuffed horse) is?
Me: “I think I see him over there . . . no, that’s an Ugg boot”
Bobby: “That’s okay, I’ll just take that.”
3. We are sad that Christmas, and its myriad possibilities for song improvements, is over.
Gus (5) at the dinner table: “On the zero-th day of Christmas my true love game to me, ZEEEROH PIGGGGS, and a partridge in a pear treeeeeee.”
4. I have successfully convinced my children that the ice cream man is a nuisance. (bwah-ha-ha-hah <evil laugh>).
All kids: ” Ahhhhh! . . . Oh no! . . . Here he comes! Don’t let him see us! . . . He’ll try to make us eat ice cream!”
5. It’s possible that my children are out of touch.
Anita (3) in the car: “Can we listen to the radio?”
Me: “Yes, but it’s Saturday morning so the classical station will be playing Opera music.”
Anita: “Yeah, I think because most kids really like Opera music.”
6. Awesome things can happen in the playroom while Mom is napping.
May I present . . . “Lego Church”, by Bobby (7) with the assistance of Betty (8).
Please note the following (you can click on the image below to embiggen it):
- Collection box
- Paten with hosts
- Chalice
- Cruets
- Mosaic floor
- Altar boy resting Missal on his head (!)
In attendance: (among others) Jesse, Woody, a fairy, a stormtrooper, Gandalf, Kai. Santa, R2-D2, and a hippy are in the choir.
Mass-goers can partake in a continental second-breakfast afterwards.
Maybe I should just let the children go feral. They seem to do quite well when I’m not around.
