We’re WAAAAY Overdue for Naptime

I am, that is. The kids are holding up JUST fine!

Mommy left for work about 6:20 this morning. I thought she was leaving at 7:20 and had planned to fix her breakfast before she went, but I was too late! Dylan and Jacob had a couple of those small snack bags of chips before first breakfast. No, I did not worry about them ruining their appetite for breakfast!

First breakfast was pretty simple, oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon, for main breakfast is always when Papa gets up. Dylan announced that he did NOT like oatmeal. “You will like the way I fixed it!” I assured him. “No, I will not like it! You put things like baby powder and seahorse droppings in it!” I assured him that while I certainly had things like powdered babies in the pantry, I could not possibly have put seahorse droppings in it as we do not have any seahorses and, if he wanted any more food today like delicious cookies, he was going to eat his oatmeal. He did. He said it was pretty tasty despite the baby powder and seahorse droppings. Hmmmmmm. I checked the table and under the table and tablecloth and didn’t find any hidden oatmeal, so perhaps he did. Or perhaps I’ll find it later. MUCH later.

Zoe drank formula and had oatmeal, then some finger foods of diced bananas and blueberries. She’s pretty easy to please. If there are any dried frogs or dessicated spiders or expired flies on the floor, she would happily dine on them, along with anything her brothers drop on the floor. Yikes. MeeMaw runs the vacuum cleaner daily when she’s here but that still isn’t enough. Little feet track leaves and all sorts of things into the house in between vacuuming!

When Papa woke up, I headed for the store to purchase more milk (a gallon for two days was NOT adequate, go figure!), more YooHoo drinks (a 12-pack for two days was not enough, either), and more formula for Zoe as she had gone through a 2-day supply in one day. I suppose she’s still making up for not eating for three days when she was ill.

When I came back, I cooked bratwurst patties and cheese grits for Papa and for the boys for second breakfast. I got some grief over the grits. “We don’t like grits!” “You’ll like ’em the way I fix ’em.” They were gone, so perhaps they ate them. Or perhaps they have a new hiding place that I ain’t found yet. I’d watch ’em carefully at lunch, but I think they’ll like lunch. Zoe got more finger foods of Cheerios, diced tangerines, and watermelon.

In between cooking, I participated in two games of hockey on the kitchen floor with Dylan, and both boys are playing now. Zoe was behind me when she was the goalpost but prudently retreated out of the line of fire once Jacob and Dylan took the field floor. She’s tough for being so tiny! With two older brothers, I suppose she has to be. It is hard to believe that she’ll be one year old in a month. She snitched a chocolate cookie and quietly devoured it on the ivory-colored carpet in the living room. Curse you, white carpet!

I told Dylan that when he gets older, his friends are going to be coming to his house to see his little sister, not him. “No they won’t!” he confidently assured me. “Why not?” “Because she’s a really bad dancer!”

The boys had a good time outside yesterday which is a good thing since it’s drizzly and overcast outside today. They got to pull the trigger on a 12-gauge with papa steadying. Jacob got a bruise on his hip which he said was well worth it. They’re getting a bit too rowdy in the house now. Dylan yelled out “MeeMaw, I hit Jacob in the balls!” “HEY, we do not talk like that in this house!” I replied. “Okay!” he yelled back. “MeeMaw, I hit Jacob in the sheep fries!” Papa was very pleased with Dylan’s quickness with a comeback, because he’s the one who told Dylan what sheep fries were to begin with. You know what? A little rain ain’t gonna hurt ’em. They need to go outside now. Papa, too.


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  1. 1

    Jen said,

    OK…well at least yelling sheep fries in the middle of church instead of weanies/ balls/boy parts/ turd/ buttface… will be a nice change.. and the city folk ’round us won’t know what he’s talking about….

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      kcduffy said,

      I love your kids, Jen, and I love it when your mom tells stories about ’em. You’re so lucky to have a grandma handy for them that has the energy to keep up with ’em. I’m eternally grateful I have only the one 4yo Pixie, who goes to pre-K 3 mornings a week!

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      swampie said,

      Heh. It is funny seeing my bad traits come out in the kids! Dylan’s automatic comeback/smart mouth comes DIRECTLY from me. Jacob’s nervous habit of biting/destroying his collars comes directly from me. And poor lil’ Zoe’s grumpiness and not wanting any human contact whatsoever when she’s feeling ill comes directly from me.

      My genes will live on to plague the next generation!

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