Thursday, February 2, 2012

Woah!

So many things to catch up on.

December: Sick Boy Mom, dang nose, and lungs, much empathy for sinus/asthma sufferers everywhere. Missionary number three headed out on the 28th, many hours and dollars of preparation during a very busy month but he LOVES it. Christmas sat in bins and boxes until a near Adorable Hubby meltdown. Presents were simple kinda, #2 wanted to give his brothers a going away XBox 360 and TV, we split the cost and his brothers were thrilled.


Boy Mom and #2 at the Salt Lake City Temple.



January: No snow. More sinus crud, seriously? OK I get it, be nice to sinus sufferers, enough already. Christmas finally put away after a near Adorable Hubby melt down, poor, patient man. Managed to sprout the live Christmas tree which creates a dilemma, I just can't throw a living breathing plant out on the street. Three missionary letters a week and packages for meds, and holidays and birthdays is taking over my life. Broken dryer, broken dishwasher, limping along washer, broken microwave. Where the crap is the snow?? I love snow!


Sprouting a Christmas tree has been a secret goal of mine for years. Makes the saying, "Be sure you want what you wish for", take on new meaning.




And now for your reading pleasure...

A Conversation With #7.

Scene1: Boy Mom and Adorable Hubby's bed for a 5 minute cuddle before bedtime.

Players: Adorable Hubby, Boy Mom, #7, #6, #5, the dog.

Mood: Boy Mom has seriously called for silence, it's half-an-hour past bedtime and the 5 minute cuddle has lasted 20 minutes.

After 4 minutes of silence...

#7: It would be really great to be a balloon...

Boy Mom Adorable Hubby, #5, #6: ??

#7: ...until you POPPED!

Boy Mom: (covering up a laugh) Shhhh

#7: Of course you wouldn't have hands so you couldn't eat.

Boy Mom: Fortunately balloons don't eat much.

#7: Duh! No hands!

#7, #6, #5, Boy Mom: giggle, chuckle, snort.

Adorable Hubby: Alright, everybody into their own bed...chuckle.


Scene 2: Next morning wake up time.

Setting: Boy Mom and Adorable Hubby's bed, #7 has wandered back in at some point in the night.

Mood: Frustrated Boy Mom, #7 complains about school every morning.

Players: Adorable Hubby, Boy Mom, #7, the dog.

#7: I'm not going to school, I'm sick, I have no friends, my teacher hates me, I'm too tired...

Boy Mom: Hey, #7, last night I dreamed I was a big yellow balloon and I was really hungry because I didn't have any hands. But, then you came along and fed me...

#7: ??

Boy Mom: ...With a FORK.

Boy Mom, #7: Giggle, chuckle, snort.

Adorable Hubby: Really? I'm trying to sleep here...chuckle.


#7 is really into balloons lately. I think being able to weight a balloon so that the feet actually maintain proper anatomical alignment is kinda cool. However, it's really creepy to have a green balloon with anatomically correct feet wandering around your house.


Good to be back.

6 comments:

Cowboy mom said...

Chuckle, SNORT Giggle, Glad to have you back!!

Barbaloot said...

He could be Boy #8:) The floating part would be nice, but I'm pretty sure the odds of popping would outweigh that.

Techno Grandma said...

Maybe #7 will have to make me an anatomically correct balloon to keep me company when I'm home alone.Yellow please! I don't have to feed him do I?

Mummy McTavish said...

I LOVE YOU! NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN!

In all honesty I haven't read any blogs for months but I decided to look around tonight to try and inspire myself to get back into it... I just about wet myself with excitement (I'm like an excited little puppy when I'm pregnant) when I saw one from the most awesome mother of the boys.

Tip for next year... You've achieved your goal of sprouting a tree, now you can buy a faker and be done with it. Never worry about it's proper care and feeding again!

Suz said...

I say# 7 has got his school science projects in the bag.
I love the of you & # 2.
Here's to happy healthy sinuses.
Luvs
Suz

Jenny said...

So...You're keeping the Christmas tree up? ;)

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