Greg:
I had tried a new recipe for dinner--quinoa, butternut squash salad. It looked tasty on Pinterest. It tastes like nothing. I said this to Greg--It tastes like nothing. Greg responds: "Just close your eyes and pretend like you're really poor and really hungry." Me: "Do you do that a lot?" Greg: puts more food in his mouth, head down, eyes averted.
Alice had just finished eating dinner and was complaining to get out of her high chair so I cleaned her off and got her out. She then said "T," which means TV. I told her no, we weren't going to watch TV. "T" she responds again. "No," I tell her again. "Iwant T," she says. Her first complete sentence. I want T. Mom of the year over here.
Last, Rex:
I was hurriedly trying to tidy up the house a bit before bed when I hear Rex start to cry. "Mom, I pooped in my pants!"
Good day at my house. Good day.
I love that you got a camera. I refuse to make "mmmm...soo good" dishes after my cauliflower massacre. And tell Rex to stop pooping his pants. Also Autumn is obsessed with watching videos of herself/music videos. Pretty much the only time she throws a tantrum, when I tell her she can't.
ReplyDeletei feel ya sistah. and i love this post. i shudder to think of all the horrible things my family says to me in a day.
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