Not this time

It's true. Sometimes I get irritable. Irritated. Sometimes I'm not proud of the way that I respond to situations. Sometimes I wish I could push a "do-over" button.

Last week I took the kids to Chick-fil-A and had to bring the food that we planned to eat there home to eat (because McKenna threw up all over the dining room as we waited in line to order our meals. Did I mention that it was cow appreciation day and that the kids and I were all dressed like cows? It was a crazy mess.).

Anyway...we brought our food home. McKenna didn't eat hers and I put the her lemonade in the fridge, thinking that she might want it the next day.

Later that night Samuel waltzed into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and asked if he could have the lemonade.

I CALMLY replied (with no irritated tone whatsoever) that no, he could not have the lemonade.

He swirled around and dramatically left the kitchen swinging his arms and saying, "Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy. Mommy's grumpy, grumpy, grumpy..."

Only this time...I WASN'T!

The obvious

We braved the late night and took the kids to see the fireworks (that started about 3 hours after usual bedtime). The kids and their buddies from church were having a grand time with the glo-sticks that we took along for the pre-firework entertainment. After the main show was started, progressing, and entering the finale, Samuel yells with enthusiasm, "IT'S LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY!!!"

Yes, buddy, it was a lot like that.

Then he finished, "But it's not. It's July 2nd."

??????

Funny little guy

Samuel just cracks me up. All the time. Almost. But definitely at bedtime. Last night he asked me if God was really everywhere.

"Yes", I told him, "God is everywhere all that the same time--cool, huh?"

He replied, "Huh. So, he's at Meijer right now."

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Last week all the girls in the fam (plus Sam) met in Kokomo for lunch at MacAllister's and to do a "what needs to get transferred to/from South Bend/Noblesville" lunch. It was fabulous.

The night before we left Dad told Sam his nightly "Alex" story. (Alex is really Sam. It's basically an exaggerated recap of the Sam's day's activities.) Alex was going to Kokomo tomorrow...

Samuel gets out of bed.

I put him back in bed. I tell him he needs to go to sleep so that he can be rested to go to Kokomo tomorrow.

"WHAT? ALEX IS GOING TO KOKOMO, TOO!!!"

I left in stitches.

First attempt

Samuel is into everything lately. It doesn't seem like we had this issue with him when he began crawling or with the girls at all. Maybe I was too tired to remember.

Tonight Sam came out of the bathroom sporting an impish grin. I could hardly ask him "what" before he proudly announced, "I shorted my hair!" He then showed me the little blue safety siscors that had early been used to trim thistles by the grill. (We're all about repurposing around here.) He told me that his hair was getting too long so he shorted it.

My response? Yank out the video camera and have him retell the story. For posterity. Of course.

Day late and a dollar short

Not Me Monday has come and gone. And here I am.

This week I did not (cough) fix my cell phone by using scotch tape. I did not just look at my computer and cause it's demise. I am not currently afraid to plug anything in and then wonder if it will work. Not me.

I did not have a conversation with my children about the water cycle. I was not trying to explain to them that rain does not come from Jesus urinating from Heaven. My children would never come up with something so proposterous.

I did not laugh out loud when Samuel got so excited about seeing a "fire department" on the corner tonight. It was not really a fire hydrant.

I did not let my children make new friends with the nicest (really) people sitting next to us at a track meet tonight. I did not catch my daughter asking the nice lady if she had any gum in her purse. The nice lady did not go rummaging through her purse and show said daughter it's entire contents.

At the conclusion of the track meet I did not realize what time it was and still decide to let my little runners take a lap around the track. I did not smile when they ran past me and made it a good half mile before I had to pull them off the track. I did not think the funniest thing was Samuel running backwards past a group of girls doing a cool down and yell "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!" That would not have been funny at all.

This is not for Rebekah's benefit who currently shares the MckMamma fascination with me.

How to make lipstick

According to Anna it's quite easy to make lipstick.  Take some glue and put it in a bowl.  Add whatever color glitter you want.  Then add juice to make it the right color.  

Not much to say here

Obviously.

But I can make a list.  I can always make a list.

1.  Samuel has not spoken of "Jonathan and Jennifer" (his imaginary friends from winter) in over a week.  For a while, we couldn't go more than 10 minutes without hearing about them.

2.  My summer break is 4 days long.  School starts back up in 4 days.

3.  Anna began packing for the beach today.  She packed a hat, three undershirts, four pair of socks, a pair of tights, and a HelloKitty stuffed "face" (not the whole animal).  She admits it's too early to pack pajamas because she might want to wear them and then forget to repack them.

4.  I let Samuel pee in the grass outside this week.