Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 12 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. Don’t be scared, I promise we don’t bite very hard!
On a recent visit to my sister’s house, I mentioned that The Professor thinks that having a mohawk would be pretty cool. My brother in law turns and hollers across the room to him “Hey, do you want a mohawk?”
The Professor: “No thank you. My mom says I can’t have one.”
The Princess to the Professor: “Have you ever had a blood transformation?”
The Professor: “Yeah, but it wasn’t blood, it was just liquid.”
(It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about-he was referring to when he was in the hospital for dehydration and had to have an IV!)
We returned from our travels to find that the dog had destroyed an eraser, an ink pen, and part of my beloved yoga mat. Upon thinking the situation over, we decided that he had done some yoga, then got hungry and ate the yoga mat. Afterwards he made a pro con list and must have decided to destroy the evidence. Makes sense, right?
We were watching the clouds getting darker and darker as a thunderstorm rolled in.
The Professor: “According to my research, those are stratus clouds.”
Where was he doing research?
The Princess sat on the couch, making a weird face. I asked her what was wrong.
“Every time I lick my knee it hurts.”
I was worrying about the fact that I couldn’t find the kitten’s little blanket to put in the bathroom with him at night. Evil Genius replied: “That’s ok, he sleeps on your bra.”
The other day my daughter went upstairs and started having a pillow fight.
Should I have been concerned?
At the park, other children are playing on the equipment. But not my son, he’s analyzing it. I hear him say to one of the other children “My knowledge of engineering is not great, but I’m pretty sure this was built in the 1950s or 60s.”
Out on one of our nature walks, the Princess asked me “Mommy, what does a dick look like?”
Me (hoping I’d heard her wrong): A what?
The Princess: “A dick. You know, you saw one when we were walking to the park.”
Me: “Ummmmm… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
What the hell was she talking about???? I saw no dicks of any kind yesterday.
Finally it dawned on me: “OHHHH, you mean a DITCH!”
Thank goodness that was what she meant…
One of the unfortunate victims of our latest round of storms was our neighbor’s tree. We had some pretty big branches in our yard and on our roof.
Me: “The neighbor guy hauled off the tree branches, except for the ones still on the roof of course.”
Evil Genius: “That’s ok, the grass in our yard will cover it up before the end of the week.”
Eating dinner at a Chinese restaurant, The Professor explains to us that “Eating fish makes you a good swimmer.”
The Princess was having a little play time before her T-ball game at the park. She sat on the merry go round. And sat. And sat. Finally she starts yelling to me: “Mommy, this thing doesn’t work. It must be broken!”
The Professor is wearing a blue shirt, red shorts, and yellow socks. When I asked him about it, he replied “MOM, I’m wearing the primary colors!”
The Princess sits next to Evil Genius and says “I like doing things for you, because doing things for someone you love is making love.”
Evil Genius: “Um, nooooooo… not exactly.”
I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse around the little world that I call home. Now check out some other people’s lives:
http://BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://www.justalittlenutty.com/ Just a Little Nutty
http://followmehome.shellybean.com Follow me home . . .
http://stacysewsandschools.wordpress.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://menopausalmother.blogspot.com/ Menopausal Mother
http://mooreorganizedmayhem.blogspot.com/ Moore Organized Mayhem
http://hypnoticbard.blogspot.com/ The Insomniac’s Dream
http://themomisodes.com/ The Momisodes
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
http://www.therowdybaker.com The Rowdy Baker
http://sorrykidblog.com/ Sorry kid, Your Mom Doesn’t Play Well With Others