Sunday, December 21, 2008

Cultured 5 yr-old

I didn't realize just how cultured my 5-yr-old baby boy was until this morning. As I lay in bed contemplating whether or not to get up yet or stay under the warm covers, I overheard him sing, "It's snowing! ♪♫ Ha--lle-lu-jah! Ha--lle-lu-jah! ♫♪" (To the tune of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus.)

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Split Pea Soup

I have had a lifelong hatred of split pea soup ever since my Mom made it when I was a kid.
D on the other hand, loves it. He recently got some Campbells split pea soup to try to get me to try it and see that it wasn't always the way I ate it growing up.
A day or two later I heard the boys talking about it.
#4: It looked like BARF!
#2: Yeah, that's why I didn't have any. I know you aren't supposed to judge a book by its cover, but it looked DISGUSTING! How are you supposed to eat something that makes you lose your appetite looking at it?

My sentiments exactly.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


We went on a little day trip to the nearest W*lMart (just over an hour away) last Saturday to do some Christmas shopping. Since we got there around lunch time we stopped at Winco first and ordered a pizza, then did some grocery shopping while we waited for the pizza to be ready. Usually the boys can be a handful (or two) at the store, and they are especially hard to handle when we have driven a long way to go shopping. They were pretty good that day at Winco, with only a few minor incidents. Keeping in mind that we had other places to shop that day and I wanted them to have a good attitude about it, I thanked them all for being good in Winco.

#2: Thank you! (I assume for the pizza)
#1: Thank you.
#4: Thank you!
#3: You're welcome!

I think #3 was having a delayed reaction to my thanking them, but it came out sounding like he was saying you're welcome to everyone in the car.