I Think I’ll Move to Australia.

One of my passions is children’s literature.  Being a teacher, I have a vast library of books that I love to read to my students and my own children.  Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day is a staple here during bed time at The Money Pit.  There are five other books in Judith Viorst’s Alexander series, but this is my favorite.

It’s no wonder that my children can recite the thing.  If YOU are at all familiar with this book, you will notice our dialog came straight from the pages:

 

 

Frick cried and cried after I walked out of his room during nap time.  I took care of some chores and checked on him again.  His crying had not subsided.  I open the door and sat next to him.

Frick: (while sobbing) I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!  I think I’ll move to Australia!

Me: Some days are like that. 

Frick:  (smiling) Even in Australia.

 

 

 

Friday Fragments

 

I slipped (after I scrubbed and mopped the floor) in the bathroom.  

One arm landed IN the toilet–THANK GOD it was just cleaned.

One foot was rammed into the tub.

OUCH.

 

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Frick:  Can I have french fries for dinner?

Me:  No, we are having oven baked potatoes.  They are kind of like fries.

Frick:  Hmmm….potatoes.  Oh, I had potatoes a few days ago.  I don’t need any more.

 

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Frack still amazes me with his sleeping positions…

 

 

Notice he still has the goose egg from Halloween.

 

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Go Tigers!

Beat FSU!

 

 

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He Stayed at a Holiday Inn Express…

Can someone please tell me how this is comfortable???

 

 

Frack has one arm out of his shirt and he lost his pants.

But he slept for three hours like this.

THREE HOURS.

And boy, was he a vibrant one this evening!

 

 

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Sleep Repose?

 

This is how I found Frick when he FINALLY decided he was tired enough for his nap.  That would be one hour and thirty-eight minutes after we started the process.  Just so you know, when I left the room after I  checked on him for the 18th time, he was in his bed.  

 

Sweet Dreams

Ahhhh….nap time. The Fix It Guys are working on another job today, so my angels get to sleep. Notice any similarities?? BOTH boys took Cars to bed today.

Wow.

My mom and dad have been helping out this week with my oral surgery and the boys. Mom made dinner for us while I dozed on the couch in La-La Land. I mustered enough energy to tuck the boys in bed (my favorite part of the night). Mom and Frick were telling stories about all sorts of things…one being monsters. Below is what transpired:

Nini: You don’t need to be afraid of monsters. There aren’t any here.

Frick: I know, Nini. Jesus takes care of me.

Nini: How does Jesus take care of you?

Frick: He’s in my heart.

Man. Talk about getting teary!

Bedtime Prayers

I could not resist posting this! Since this blog serves as a virtual baby book, I felt compelled to write it down.

When I was a little girl, I used to say a prayer at bedtime called, “Angel of God”. It says:

Angel of God, my Guardian Dear
God’s love for me has sent you here.
Ever this day, be at my side,
To light and guard, to rule and guide.
Amen

I have always believed in guardian angels and the thought of having one watch over me especially at bedtime made falling asleep a little easier. Since having children, part of our bedtime routine is to say this prayer, to pass along the same aura of comfort I felt. I was tucking the boys into bed just a little while ago. It was time to say our prayers and Frick said, “It’s time for ‘Staybe’”. Staybe? What in the world?? After saying the prayer out loud with the boys, I realized that Staybe was the sound of the third line all jumbled up together…”Ever this day be at my side”. It’s kinda like LMNOP in the alphabet. People say those letters so fast, they come out as one sound. Frick hooked onto those sounds in the prayer and named it! Man, kids are cool.

March 24, 2008, 12:24am

Scene One: Frick and Frack are sleeping in their beds in the room adjacent to our bedroom. The door that connects our rooms is open, per Frick’s request. BP and I are in our bed, asleep.

Frick: (mumbles in his sleep) OK everybody! Here are the rules of the egg hunt. Do you understand?

BP: (mumbles in his sleep a room away from Frick) Yes. I understand.

And so goes a night of sleeplessness for all. Frick is talking all night, BP must be subconsciously listening to Frick, and I am laughing so hard and trying my best to remember what was just said so I could write it today.

Deja Vu

After finally settling in for the night, we crawl in bed and lay our weary heads on our pillows. Then…it happens. A chirping, grinding, and rattling sound emerges from the heating and cooling unit outside of our bedroom window. Flashback to about a week ago (refer to this post if you have forgotten)….

The saga of our heat being out of commission during one of the coldest days of the year here in the Southland was quite an adventure. We thought it was fixed. We thought we would be warm again. We thought our troubles were over after spending X amount of dollars on a new motor for our unit. We thought WRONG. The brand new motor they put in was faulty. Mr. Fix It (as Frick calls him) said it was a fluke. He went back to the warehouse to get another motor. After a half hour, he knocks on our door and says, “You’re not gonna believe this.” Geez. Don’t start off the conversation with that phrase! He went on to say that the newest motor he tried to put in is also faulty and because it was already 5:30, he couldn’t do anything about it. That meant it wasn’t fixed. That meant NO. HEAT. AGAIN! This time, it’s overnight. Mr. Fix It will return tomorrow morning to replace it with yet another “new” motor (and hopefully not faulty).

Meanwhile…Frick and Frack lay nestled in their bed and crib, respectively, with extra PJs on their bodies. Our 106+ year old house has a plethora of doors. Since the boys’ room and our room are connected by one of those doors, it remains open.  The other room doors are closed off so they will be nice and toasty because of a space heater in our room. It also won’t be as bone chilling cold around these parts tonight. The saga continues!

Questions, Questions, Questions

Today found my children ill with a bug (again) and full of questions! We were on our way to the doctor and Frick talked the whole time, or shall I say asked every question under the sun.

“Mama, is that the hosabul I was borned?”

“Mama, can we go to Chuckie Cheese?”

“Mama, why?”

Tonight while I was tucking the sickies in bed, Frick asks the best questions of all. I told the boys (as I do every night) how I thanked God for them everyday.

Frick– Mama, where’s God?

me– He’s in Heaven and everywhere.

Frick– Is He at Wal-Mart?

me– Yes. He’s everywhere.

Frick– Is He at the North Pole?

me– Yes.

Frick– With Santa and Frosty?

me– Yes.

Frick– With Frosty’s children?

me– (with a smile) Absolutely.

We are really having a time with these ‘phases’ the boys are going through. But this one takes the cake. This was priceless!