Dinner Theater

Entertainment abound at dinner this evening!

For starters, The Non-Cook Named Mandy roasted a whole chicken in the crock pot today.

The delicious smell of this easy chicken recipe tempted us all afternoon.

Things were going splendidly until Ms. Non-Cook discovered that she left the innards wrapped in plastic inside the chicken’s cavity.

The trash can enjoyed our chicken.

*sigh*

Sandwiches for boys and salads for grownups were tonight’s main course.

But then things perked up.

Frog has caught on to his older brothers’ knock knock jokes.

He piped up with his own tonight at the table:

So thankful for comic relief.

Halloween 2011

I’m a lucky girl.

I had The Karate Kid, and Darth Vader, and some random version of Spiderman to protect me while trick or treating.

And then there was this guy….

who pumped iron prior to his candy rampage.

Look at those muscles in action:

As he approached each doorstep, Muscleman Spiderman loudly stated,

“Teet teet!!”

for candy.

So manly.

We hung out with our usual Halloween crowd in my parents’ cul-de-sac for hot dogs, chili, smores, and trick or treating.

The weather was perfect.

The company was even better.

Another Halloween in the books.

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Click these to see past Halloween posts.

Ghosts of Halloween Past

2008

2009

2010

Someone Is Always Watching….

I am a list maker.

Grocery lists and to-do lists are constantly on my kitchen counter and desk.

While cleaning this morning, I wandered into the playroom.

There, taped up on the closet door, was this:

Frick reminded himself of a task he wants to complete.

He reminded me that these boys of mine

are watching every move and action I make.

The challenge is remembering this before I say or do something

that will be replayed by three tiny actors

or wind up on the closet of the playroom door.

High Ropes

A few weeks ago, we took a spontaneous trip to Stone Mountain, GA with some friends.

The boys are still talking about the high ropes course they were able to conquer.

Frick and BP were on the ones really high off the ground (better them than me…)

and Frack stuck to the ones a little lower to the ground.

Frick continued his desire for thrills at a birthday party that had a zip line:

While Frick was getting hooked up to the harness, Frack was pacing.  He was very nervous about his brother being zipped 12 feet up in the air:

This is Frick zipping past me too quickly for a picture.

*sigh*

I wouldn’t have guessed that Frick was my daredevil.  My money has been on Frack all these years, but it seems I was wrong.

Helper of the Day

While I was washing dishes, Frick was eating a yogurt for his snack.  Little Hungry Frog was begging for bites by belting out, “Eeeezzzz!”

By the way, in Frog-ese that means “please”.

I stepped out of the room to take care of something else and upon my return, Frick proudly states:

“Mom!  I got Frog his own yogurt!”

“And I put a bib on him!!

You’re welcome.”

    

Thanks, Frick, for being a great help.

I wonder why no one helped me clean the yogurt piles off the floor….

7 Quick Takes

I’ve posted these “Brain Dump” type posts in the past.  Brain Dump posts were for all of those things floating inside my head that aren’t worthy of a post to themselves but still needed to be jotted down.

Then I realized my friend, Angie, links to The Conversion Diary’s “7 Quick Takes” each week.  What a fabulous idea!  This has just become my new Friday dump post.

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Frick and Frack had their 5K and 4K graduations yesterday.  What a bittersweet moment!  They looked so grown up while singing and getting their diplomas.  Frick’s class even donned caps and gowns.  So precious!

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I took a box of tissues to the graduations.  I don’t do well with milestones.  Or slideshows of pictures of my sweet guys throughout their school year coupled with music such as “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlise (can never make it through that one without tears!), “Find Your Wings” by Mark Harris, and “These Are Days” by 10,000 Maniacs.

Basket.Case.

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I am extremely frustrated with my camera.  I cannot get the pictures to upload to my computer.  That explains the hold up in the graduation posts.  Sorry family.  Those posts are coming.

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On a lighter note….

We are officially in summer vacation mode at The Money Pit.  Bring on the pool!

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I signed the boys up for the swim team I used to swim for and then coach.  This year’s coaches are teenagers I have either taught to swim, coached, or  babysat.  Now these girls babysit and coach my kids!

I am always amazed at how cyclical life is.

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Overheard from the backseat:

Frick:  Frack, when you go to heaven, there’s no sickness, death, hunger, or thirst.  But when you go to “hail” (guess we are raising a southern boy), you will get sick, die, be hungry and thirsty.  Where are you going cuz I don’t want those things!

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Remember the bike show Frick planned?

We’ve tentatively planned it for June 4 and Frick is all about party planning.  Here’s his list:

Apparently this is an all day affair.

Sheesh.

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Stop by Conversion Diary for more Seven Quick Takes!

Oh.My.Stars.

See Frack.

See Frack with a corn snake.

Around his neck.

GAH

Frack’s class had a field trip to a local university’s science center.

Said science center had a lot of animals with backbones.  Like snakes.

Ew.

What a brave little boy who has a pitifully not-so-brave mom.

I just pray these type things (i.e. holding snakes) only occur on field trips

and not in my backyard.

Encore

Oh Frick.

You make me laugh.

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As you read the next installment of “What’s Going to Come Out of His Brain and on to Paper Now?”

be sure to add “Frack” into the blurred out spot.

My favorite part is the illustration.

LOL

Dump Day

And now is the time to dump everything running through my mind into one big post:

1.  I registered Frick for first grade yesterday.  FIRST GRADE.  Sheesh.

2.  Frack is sick.  Again.  103+ fever for two days.  He has a nasty looking throat, but not strep.  It’s…wait for it…viral.  :/  I’ve got my money on this virus running through each child and probably me this weekend.  Did I mention Easter dinner is here at my house?  hmmmm.

3.  Frog actually walked up to me the other day, pointed to his bottom, and said,

“Ma!  Mneons monfine whdine.  Khioweh kjhee ohweb.”

 Translation:  ”Mom!  I pooped in my diaper.  Change me, please.”

Maybe the potty training pay raise (i.e no more diapers) will come sooner with this tyke than it did with his brothers.

4.  Frog also escaped from the bathroom after a nice bath and ran around the kitchen wearing nothing but his adorable birthday suit.   He then stopped, peed on the floor, jumped in the puddle of pee, and walked through the rest of the house.

5.  While we are telling stories about Frog–He loves toilet paper.  He rolled my house with the roll from the powder room  the other day.  I suppose he is practicing for his teenage years.  I must admit…I have never “rolled” a house before.

Wow.  That’s a lot of potty talk.  I’m on a roll. (pun somewhat intended)

6.  We’ve had field trips and Easter parties this week and unfortunately, Frack missed out on both.  I used an entire tank of gas between yesterday and today attending these functions, going to doctors, and picking up children from childcare.  I need another job just to pay for the ridiculous prices of gas.

Or a potty trained child.

Event Coordinator Extraordinaire

As you already know, Frick has become quite the writer, demonstrating his skills in class.

He continues to wow us all by writing letters to his friends.

This past Monday, he passed out a little ditty to a few of his friends about a bike show being held here at our house on Saturday (TOMORROW) at 1:00.

He explained there would be snacks and games as well.

Sounds like fun, yes?

Fast forward to this morning.

As I was greeting my students this morning, a parent walked into my classroom asking if I was ready for tomorrow.

“Ready for what?”  I replied.

“The bike show at your house.”

“What bike show?”

“The one Frick sent a note home inviting us to.”

“What?!”

LOL

My little event coordinator forgot to notify the one person who needed to know.

And that person would be

ME.

I pulled him out of his classroom and explained that the idea of a bike show was a fabulous one. But permission must be obtained from the parental units BEFORE invitations are sent out.

“But I did ask,” said Frick.

“What was my response?”

“You said ‘Not now.’”

Well then.

I further explained that “not now” means just that–not now–and he was to write a letter explaining to his friends that we would have to do this bike show another time.

Sheesh.

So funny.  So sweet and innocent.  So exasperating!

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A little foreshadowing, thanks to a colleague listening to the story at recess:

He will be the one to throw a party when BP and I are out of town.

Note to self:

Don’t leave the boys home alone.

Ever.