Houston, we have a problem...

In our house an unusual thing is happening. Our garbage disposal is eating the spoons. Not forks, not knives, not even the serving utensils...but spoons, people. Of course, I know what you are saying...well, duh!...go out and buy some new spoons. Simple thought really. But did you know that you cannot buy spoons...just spoons. You have to buy the entire set of utensils...that's the only way they sell them. Heck, it would be worth it if I could buy an entire new set of utensils and just feed the garbage disposal the knives and forks...but it knows the difference. It only prefers spoons. It's an addiction, I'm fully certain of that one. Yesterday, another one bit the dust...a spoon that is. Not a fork or a knife. And I just cringed, because now we are down to 5 good spoons (there are 6 of us in this house...you can do the math). Therefore...

...Houston, we have a problem.

Snow be coming...huh, Mom?

I wish I could bottle up every conversation that this little one says. It's so over the top cute. At this moment he had wrapped himself around my leg as I dragged him like a mop around my kitchen. All the while he was asking...

Snow be coming...huh, Mom, huh? (Thanks to the new sled we bought at Costco last week)

Soon...little one...all too very soon.

Rule of parenting #298...

ALWAYS have a sense of humor...


Mom: (scrubbing vigorously the gas stove top with an old toothbrush)

Smallest little girl: Mom, is that your toothbrush you are using?

Mom: (smiling ever so discreetly) No sweetie, it's yours.

I will survive...

Liked this picture...it made me laugh. So me this week. Just saying nothing and trying hard to look like I knew what I was doing.

Good news...in case you were losing sleep over it...much better and on the upward swing now. I am sorry to report that it is slowly wiping out the children one by one. It's my oldest turns right now and I think the smallest one is next-ugh!

It's like the fog that creeps over the city in one of those old Alfred Hitchcock movies, wiping out everything in it's path. Oh yeah sweetie, you are so next. The fist bumping me instead of kissing me won't save you.

Unbreakable...

It's been a long time since I've been this sick. You know, the kind of sick that you wish a bus would run over you or the "rapture" would hurry up and come. It's so incredibly rare that my husband has taken to calling me the "unbreakable" one in our house. You know why that is, don't you? Because when I'm sick, here's how it goes...

Child (any child): Mom! (yelling) Mom! (more yelling) Has anybody seen mom?

Me: (trying very hard to lay on the couch for just one second)

Child: She's on the couch. Oh goody, let's read a book.

Another child: No, she wants to play Barbie's with me.

Another child: There you are Mom, I need help with my math.

Finally another child...I've got 4: Mom, what are you doing? Don't we have to be a swim practice soon? And what's for dinner, I'm hungry?

Unbreakable...seems to be the better choice. But for now, with me being this sick, I'm just praying with all my might for the rapture to come...you guys better get ready.