Thursday, July 11, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Mama needs coffee
I just had my personal best, most epic coffee spill.
I was sitting at the table, chair pulled in and everything. I should have been good, you know?
But then, my teething baby bit my leg.
He bit. my. leg.
I jerked, knocked over my cup, then watched a full (but luckily only warm) cup of coffee (I drink out of a REALLY BIG mug) cascade down my front, all over my jeans, and SHOWER over Benjamin's head. And as another example of how I shine in times of crisis, I sat there and watched, mentally gauging how hot the coffee was and what I should do if it burned him while I watched my precious coffee drip from the precious eyelashes of my precious baby.
One of my children (not sure which one, but someone who is obviously better at crisis management) brought me a towel before I was even out of my chair.
Benjamin was fine. Mad, but fine. He is particularly hostile right now about getting dressed and undressed, so I think that was his main complaint.
So. Benji has had a bath, we are both in fresh clothes, and I'm off to make another pot of coffee.
I was sitting at the table, chair pulled in and everything. I should have been good, you know?
But then, my teething baby bit my leg.
He bit. my. leg.
I jerked, knocked over my cup, then watched a full (but luckily only warm) cup of coffee (I drink out of a REALLY BIG mug) cascade down my front, all over my jeans, and SHOWER over Benjamin's head. And as another example of how I shine in times of crisis, I sat there and watched, mentally gauging how hot the coffee was and what I should do if it burned him while I watched my precious coffee drip from the precious eyelashes of my precious baby.
One of my children (not sure which one, but someone who is obviously better at crisis management) brought me a towel before I was even out of my chair.
Benjamin was fine. Mad, but fine. He is particularly hostile right now about getting dressed and undressed, so I think that was his main complaint.
So. Benji has had a bath, we are both in fresh clothes, and I'm off to make another pot of coffee.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
In which we enjoy a beautiful weekend with the nature.
Friday night, as Brian and I got on the same page about our weekend, I asked if we could clean up the yard. Yesterday we did just that, raking leaves, cleaning up patio furniture and throwing away or recycling masses of broken toy pieces. Props go to Brian for his willingness to put up with me, as I sent a text to a friend yesterday morning that read
"Oh, the hormonal flux. I am so ANGRY today."
(I'm sure you're sorry you missed it)
(Also, her response? "Let's give them up for Lent!". Because she's awesome.)
So anyway, the point here is that our yard looks lovely today, so we decided to eat lunch outside.
I walked in the house to grab sunglasses, then bolted back outside when Benji started screaming, sure he'd fallen off the chair he was sitting in.
It was much worse (for him).
Teriyaki The Friendly Chicken had jumped into his lap and pecked at the food he was holding. He was inconsolable. I ended up grabbing both our plates and bringing him into the house to finish.
Five minutes later, Brian came in to let me know that the chickens were no longer allowed to attend lunch because Teriyaki The Naughty But Friendly Chicken next jumped to Nathan's chair, ran behind his rear, then to his armrest, then ran across the table. Brian raced around the table to shoo her off, so being the naughty chicken she is, she turned around, retraced her steps across the table to Nathan's chair and made her way back down.
The chickens were summarily sent to their room.
The moral of the story: Chickens have no table manners.
"Oh, the hormonal flux. I am so ANGRY today."
(I'm sure you're sorry you missed it)
(Also, her response? "Let's give them up for Lent!". Because she's awesome.)
So anyway, the point here is that our yard looks lovely today, so we decided to eat lunch outside.
I walked in the house to grab sunglasses, then bolted back outside when Benji started screaming, sure he'd fallen off the chair he was sitting in.
It was much worse (for him).
Teriyaki The Friendly Chicken had jumped into his lap and pecked at the food he was holding. He was inconsolable. I ended up grabbing both our plates and bringing him into the house to finish.
Five minutes later, Brian came in to let me know that the chickens were no longer allowed to attend lunch because Teriyaki The Naughty But Friendly Chicken next jumped to Nathan's chair, ran behind his rear, then to his armrest, then ran across the table. Brian raced around the table to shoo her off, so being the naughty chicken she is, she turned around, retraced her steps across the table to Nathan's chair and made her way back down.
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| Teriyaki, The Naughty But Friendly Chicken |
The chickens were summarily sent to their room.
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| Chicken Jail |
The moral of the story: Chickens have no table manners.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Drill Sergeant Daddy
I have a feeling there will be a lot more of this in the future!
Translation: I won't jump on the sofa!
Also, I was hiding behind Brian so that Isaac wouldn't see me taking the video and wouldn't hear me desperately trying not to giggle out loud!
Drill sergeant daddy from Miranda Stewart on Vimeo.
Translation: I won't jump on the sofa!
Also, I was hiding behind Brian so that Isaac wouldn't see me taking the video and wouldn't hear me desperately trying not to giggle out loud!
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