Sorry we have been MIA the last few weeks. I really wish I could say we have just been sooo busy with our very important lives, that I just couldn't take a moment to blog, but then I guess that would be a lie, and if I don't let my kids do it, then I suppose I shouldn't either.
So! You want to hear about the whole lot of nothing that has been going on here? Let's start with my big kid, Reid. He remains as low maintenance as always, and sometimes the only evidence we have of the fact that he lives here, is the many paper airplanes that continue to pollute our home. At the moment he thinks the power rangers are the coolest thing ever. Yeah, that's right... you heard me. The Power Rangers. Now that is some quality T.V. Can't get enough of those guys and their brilliant one liners. He has begun the process of covering his bedroom walls with Power Ranger pictures. The joy.
Ummm... and that really is it for Reid. Everyone needs a child like him.
And everyone needs a Jarom too. He has given us a good share of funny stories these past few weeks. Want to hear? Good!
When my kids are eating breakfast, I don't make them sit at the table like civilized people, I let them sit on stools at the counter, which sometimes makes them think they can order me around like a waitress. But that really has nothing to do with the story. This does... Conner can not handle it if he isn't sitting in the middle of his brothers. I don't know why, but he just can't. He must be in the middle. Sometimes his brothers rush to take the middle seat anyway, even though they know it will end in a hissy fit from Conner. So one day Reid has already got himself sitting on one end, and Jarom runs to take the middle seat, which of course makes Conner scream, "NOOO! I sit next to REID!!!!!" To which Jarom oddly enough replies, "Conner why do you want to sit next to Reid? He's not just a science kid, he's a plane maker too!"
No, it doesn't make sense, but it was funny nonetheless.
I have no idea if any of you have heard of the Mr. Men show, but it's just a cartoon based on those Mr. Men/Little Misses books... you know, the ones with Mr. Strong, Miss. Sunshine... blah blah... anyhow, my kids really love that show and have been watching it for months now. And as they were watching it the other day, Jarom had a major epiphany. There was a scene between Miss. Chatterbox and Mr. Rude, and Jarom suddenly turns to me and says, "I think I know why she's called Miss. Chatterbox! 'Cause she has a little chat... A LOT." Well put Jarom, well put.
Okay, ONE more Jarom story.
The kindergarten classes at his school had been planning a picnic for a few weeks, which parents were allowed to attend. Wahoo! So the day finally arrives, and sadly enough the sky was full of miserable grey clouds. I say to Jarom, "I sure hope it doesn't rain today!" Which makes him very thoughtful for a moment. Then he says to me very seriously, "Mommy, is there really such thing as a weatherman?"
Hmmm... my highly trained funny bone tells me this is going to be amusing. However, I play it cool..."Yes, there is such thing as a weatherman."
Jarom: "Oh! And... he lives in a... building?"
Me (kinda confused now): "Ummm... well he works in a building, yes."
Jarom: "Well, I sure hope he doesn't make it rain today!"
Now I'm understanding what's going on in his head. The weatherman is some magical person who controls the weather.
Jarom: "Mommy, why would the weatherman ever make it rain anyway?"
I won't bore you with my explanation of the difference between a mere old weatherman and God.
The end.
Now that you've had your fill of Jarom, how about a little Conner? He brings me a skipping rope one day, and asks me to tie it onto the belt loop of his pants so he can have a tail. So, on it goes, and then he proudly turns to me, and says, "Now I'm a grandma! Look at me mommy, I'm a grandma!!!"
Uhhh... really I don't know why. I promise you grandmas out there, we have never told him you have tails. I'm just going to have to blame it on the fact that he just has no experience with grandmas. Which, I suppose is mainly our fault. No, wait. Wes' fault.
That's better.
More with Conner and that skipping rope. Which after this story, I decided to keep out of his reach. I'm at the computer, and Lena and Conner are playing around me as usual, because heaven forbid if they aren't within a foot of me at all times. Then I hear Conner saying, "C'mom doggie, c'mon! Let's go doggie... COME ON!!!" I look over and see Lena on all fours with one end of the skipping rope wrapped around her neck, and Conner yanking on the other end like it's a leash.
Which led to a very nice long chat between Conner and his mother.
Alright... moving on... care to hear about my baby Lena? She's had a busy month. First of all, she decided to take her very first steps. So cute, so clumsy. Then she decided she would master saying a couple of words. Mama being the first, and oh so MOST important word of course. And then she decided that 'wow' would be a good word to know as well. Then she figured, why not be allergic to egg whites and peanut butter? So, she did that too. Hmmm... we are not liking that one. Thankfully, most children 'grow out' of the egg white allergy. I wish I could say the same for peanut butter. My poor little child. She will never know the joy of eating fattening, sticky, messy, glorious peanut butter.
Phew! Bet you didn't think so much important information could be crammed into one paragraph hey?
Now I know what you're thinking... we sure would like to hear about handsome Wesley. Well, then... here you go.
He turned the big old THIRTY ONE this month. If you would like to send presents, he could do with a cane, some reading glasses, and stinky old people soap. I'm not sure where you'd buy that last one. The old people soap shop, I guess. And as my husband's spokesperson... a big thank you to his parents who remembered his birthday, thanks to the siblings who remembered it late, and a big thanks for nothing to his siblings who completely forgot. He will now adjust his Will accordingly.
And in the last and final news . We have decided to home school our kids next school year. And when I say "we", I really mean "me", because I'm sure Wes will be keeping busy with that whole "working" thing that he has to start next year. And because we live in Australia, and the school year runs from February to December, that means I only have a few more months of "freedom"... although to be honest, I'm actually looking forward to it. I'd give you the big long list of reasons why we came to the decision, but it would end up boring you to tears, and I don't want to be responsible for that. And anyway, this post has been long enough. And you didn't even get the benefit of any pictures.
Now, go on and get back to your lives.