1/29/12 "If we had another kid in our family and it was a boy - we'd call him Awesome." Grant
1/29/12
Overheard between an 8 year old and 9 year old.
"Do you want a Mustang GT when you grow up?"
"No"
"Why not? They're epic!"
1/24/12
Last night when I was helping Greyson study for spelling he said, "You're just like the mom in the movie Penelope and you never think I'm good enough how I am. " I said, "Nope, I'm like Bill Cosby when Theo says he is doing his best in school, 'why can't you love me like I am' and his dad says 'That's a bunch of baloney!'"
1/24/12
And the drama at my house continues:
"Grant! Why did you bite your brother!"
"I didn't bite him!"
"Then why are there bite marks on his arm?"
"I was *trying* to drink his blood."
1/22/12
Greyson: A motorcycle and a car are a lot different - like Chanakuh and Christmas.
1/12/12
"People have been saying all day that I look hot. Well that's because I *am* hot." Grant age 5 on wearing sweat pants and sweat shirt to school.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
It's Not Fair!
For everyone who got the condensed version of events on FaceBook, here is the whole story of last night....
So at shower/bedtime my kids decided to make a deal with each other. Greyson (age 8) will get in the shower while Grant (age 5) watches tv, and then they will switch.
All was going according to plan until a naked Grant runs out of the bathroom "I can't get in the shower there is something in there!" Turns out is was wet paper starting to disintegrate, which I clean out and tell him to get his naked butt off my furniture and get himself into the shower. Nothing. I end up repeating myself two more times and then tell Greyson the tv has to go off since Grant can't concentrate on getting in the shower. "Grant, you're a f---ing idiot." O-kay.
"Greyson, you are now in trouble for not only not turning off the tv, but using words that aren't very nice."
"I'm leaving, I can't live here any more with a brother that makes life harder for me."
"You might want to put on your shoes, because it's kinda cold out there."
Shoes go on. "Now I'm leaving this place."
"You might also want to wear your coat, it is cold out."
"No, I'm just leaving."
Exactly 2 minutes later he is back inside. Ranting again, "My life is hard enough without my brother messing things up for me. I've had a hard day. And Dad doesn't live with us!" Really, pulling the dad card after 2 1/2 years?
Then he decides he starving and he is going to finish his rice from dinner so he can have dessert. He tells me he is finished and is ready for a cookie.
"Really Greyson? I'm not going to find your rice in the garbage?"
"No, I ate it." But it is in the garbage.
"This is not fair! I am starving and I didn't like the rice and now you're not letting me eat anything else! It's not fair!"
He continues on the same vein until finally I get fed up as he is still ranting while trying to brush his teeth.
"That's right, life is NOT fair OR equal. You know what? It's not fair that you are going to sleep in a warm bed tonight. There are people who are sleeping outside tonight. You saw them on the sidewalk in Chicago in their sleeping bags."
At this point my 5 year old starts to laugh because it is funny to 5 year olds that there are people sleeping on sidewalks.
Greyson says,"It's not funny Grant, imagine sleeping outside - it's really cold out there!" And yes you know from your 2 minutes of running away tonight with no coat on!
But, I can't leave it at that, "And it's not fair that you are starving after eating 3 meals today and KNOWING that you are getting 3 meals tomorrow when there are people out there that don't know when they will eat next. And it's not fair that you are wearing your clean pajamas that your MOM washed for you. And it's not fair that you are brushing your teeth because you know you get to go to the dentist to take care of your teeth so they don't hurt because your MOM goes to work to have dental insurance." At this point I stop because I'm pretty sure I've taken it too far - but it WORKED not another "unfair" complaint last night!
So at shower/bedtime my kids decided to make a deal with each other. Greyson (age 8) will get in the shower while Grant (age 5) watches tv, and then they will switch.
All was going according to plan until a naked Grant runs out of the bathroom "I can't get in the shower there is something in there!" Turns out is was wet paper starting to disintegrate, which I clean out and tell him to get his naked butt off my furniture and get himself into the shower. Nothing. I end up repeating myself two more times and then tell Greyson the tv has to go off since Grant can't concentrate on getting in the shower. "Grant, you're a f---ing idiot." O-kay.
"Greyson, you are now in trouble for not only not turning off the tv, but using words that aren't very nice."
"I'm leaving, I can't live here any more with a brother that makes life harder for me."
"You might want to put on your shoes, because it's kinda cold out there."
Shoes go on. "Now I'm leaving this place."
"You might also want to wear your coat, it is cold out."
"No, I'm just leaving."
Exactly 2 minutes later he is back inside. Ranting again, "My life is hard enough without my brother messing things up for me. I've had a hard day. And Dad doesn't live with us!" Really, pulling the dad card after 2 1/2 years?
Then he decides he starving and he is going to finish his rice from dinner so he can have dessert. He tells me he is finished and is ready for a cookie.
"Really Greyson? I'm not going to find your rice in the garbage?"
"No, I ate it." But it is in the garbage.
"This is not fair! I am starving and I didn't like the rice and now you're not letting me eat anything else! It's not fair!"
He continues on the same vein until finally I get fed up as he is still ranting while trying to brush his teeth.
"That's right, life is NOT fair OR equal. You know what? It's not fair that you are going to sleep in a warm bed tonight. There are people who are sleeping outside tonight. You saw them on the sidewalk in Chicago in their sleeping bags."
At this point my 5 year old starts to laugh because it is funny to 5 year olds that there are people sleeping on sidewalks.
Greyson says,"It's not funny Grant, imagine sleeping outside - it's really cold out there!" And yes you know from your 2 minutes of running away tonight with no coat on!
But, I can't leave it at that, "And it's not fair that you are starving after eating 3 meals today and KNOWING that you are getting 3 meals tomorrow when there are people out there that don't know when they will eat next. And it's not fair that you are wearing your clean pajamas that your MOM washed for you. And it's not fair that you are brushing your teeth because you know you get to go to the dentist to take care of your teeth so they don't hurt because your MOM goes to work to have dental insurance." At this point I stop because I'm pretty sure I've taken it too far - but it WORKED not another "unfair" complaint last night!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
30 Days of Thankfulness
1. I am thankful for laughter. I love how you can have the worst day, but a good laugh can turn that right around.
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12. & 13. Thankful that my sister always arranges mini-vacations for us! And thankful to be headed to Chicago this time :)
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12. & 13. Thankful that my sister always arranges mini-vacations for us! And thankful to be headed to Chicago this time :)
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Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Confession: Last Sunday was a delight!
In a previous blog post I complained that Sundays and grocery shopping were rough....but I have a confession, last Sunday's trip to the grocery store was actually fun.
First my kids found what we call a "sitting cart." It's a cart that has a seat attached for younger children who are too big for the seat on the front of the cart. So I was pushing 65 pounds of 8 year old and 45 pounds of 5 year old in addition to the cart and groceries - but they were well behaved!
As we ended the trip and were walking past the Halloween items Greyson said, "Mom, we got to think about Christmas!" Christmas? Where was this going? "What about Christmas?" "You know, what kind of tree we're going to get....like a white pine? Because you know the white pine is the state tree of Michigan!" Oh yeah, my lessons on Michigan pride are kicking in!
I think the highlight of the trip for them was picking up the discarded lottery cards by the lottery machine, to which they proceed to scratch off all left over spots. Greyson exclaimed, "I won $250,000!" Grant said, "No YOU did not win $250,000 - you have to share it with the fam-a-ly." Love these kids!
First my kids found what we call a "sitting cart." It's a cart that has a seat attached for younger children who are too big for the seat on the front of the cart. So I was pushing 65 pounds of 8 year old and 45 pounds of 5 year old in addition to the cart and groceries - but they were well behaved!
As we ended the trip and were walking past the Halloween items Greyson said, "Mom, we got to think about Christmas!" Christmas? Where was this going? "What about Christmas?" "You know, what kind of tree we're going to get....like a white pine? Because you know the white pine is the state tree of Michigan!" Oh yeah, my lessons on Michigan pride are kicking in!
I think the highlight of the trip for them was picking up the discarded lottery cards by the lottery machine, to which they proceed to scratch off all left over spots. Greyson exclaimed, "I won $250,000!" Grant said, "No YOU did not win $250,000 - you have to share it with the fam-a-ly." Love these kids!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
My kids love wineries
Yes, you read correctly. My kids do love wineries. When I first realized this, I was a little embarrassed. But then I realized that I spent a little time in bars when I was younger...and I think I turned out alright! Also, what do they think wineries are but a place to drink grape juice, eat good food, and run around outside.
Although we live in Michigan and I try to be a supporter of the state wine industry, my kids have only been to Ohio wineries. Did you know that in the late 1800's Ohio was the largest wine producer in the US and is now 8th in wine production. (Michigan has the 4th largest grape crop in the US).
One of the wineries we went to twice this summer was Barrel Run Crossing in Rootstown, Ohio.
Here they are having the most fun ever...climbing on the propane tank. But the adults also had a great time with the wines, ciders and local foods. Look at this yummy stuffed squash my husband ordered.
They also love the wineries in Put-In-Bay. They had grape juice at the Put-In-Bay Winery.
Although we live in Michigan and I try to be a supporter of the state wine industry, my kids have only been to Ohio wineries. Did you know that in the late 1800's Ohio was the largest wine producer in the US and is now 8th in wine production. (Michigan has the 4th largest grape crop in the US).
One of the wineries we went to twice this summer was Barrel Run Crossing in Rootstown, Ohio.
They also love the wineries in Put-In-Bay. They had grape juice at the Put-In-Bay Winery.
But the place they were really dying to go was Heineman's Winery. They claim Heineman's makes the best grape juice! This is also the first winery they had ever been to, and as of now, the most recent they've been to. Besides offering a winery tour that including lots of information on how they make their wine you can tour the Crystal Cave which is the world's largest geode!
Well, I guess you can think I'm a bad mom if you want, but my kids still love wineries!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sundays are LoooooooooooooNG
Yesterday was the stuff blogs are made of.
Sundays tend to be "long" days because they are unstructured. Yesterday I thought we were doing good, we got through the morning with no yelling....until I tried to walk out the door. Then Grant is yelling because he wants Greyson's DS since Grant's DS is "dead." And I'm yelling because no one knows where a charger is. And then we're in the car and I'm swearing at my kids on the way to church.
After lunch we went through toys. My kids have decided to have a yard sale to sell their old toys so they can get something big, like a Wii. This is their idea, and yet I'm the one who ends up doing all the work. As we are going through the toys, for 75% of them Greyson is saying "sell" and Grant turns around and says "keep." In the middle of all this chaos, Greyson picks up a nerf gun (and those who know me, know I loath nerf guns) and proceeds to shoot my head point blank. Yes, I experienced regressive pull and the next words that came out of my mouth were, "I hate you." Greyson smiles and says, "You told me you loved me this morning!" My 8 year old suffered no self-esteem damage on that one!
Sundays also tend to be grocery shopping days. For those who say, "I never go grocery shopping with my kids," you can stuff it! My husband works 800 miles away, I have no family nearby, and I have already paid more for child care this summer than my mortgage. (I am not exaggerating either). So my only option, as I see it, is to take the kids. This particular shopping trip ended with Grant sprinting across the produce section with Greyson hot on his heels until Grant was tackled and Greyson sat on him until I made it over to them. All because Grant "stole" A m&m from the bulk bin.
And it continues....we next pick up this saga in the shower where I hear, "Grant you know mom is gonna yell if you spray water on the ceiling." Sure enough, I walk in to see water dripping from the ceiling.....
I decide for story time it's MY pick and I pick MY favorite book Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel. Afterward I told my bunk bed kids that they cannot sleep in the same bed because of their behavior today. To which Greyson says, "Let's give mom the finger." Both kids stuck out their pointer fingers and shook them at me.
After they were snug in bed, I cut myself a slice of birthday cake and poured a non-kid appropriate drink!
Sundays tend to be "long" days because they are unstructured. Yesterday I thought we were doing good, we got through the morning with no yelling....until I tried to walk out the door. Then Grant is yelling because he wants Greyson's DS since Grant's DS is "dead." And I'm yelling because no one knows where a charger is. And then we're in the car and I'm swearing at my kids on the way to church.
After lunch we went through toys. My kids have decided to have a yard sale to sell their old toys so they can get something big, like a Wii. This is their idea, and yet I'm the one who ends up doing all the work. As we are going through the toys, for 75% of them Greyson is saying "sell" and Grant turns around and says "keep." In the middle of all this chaos, Greyson picks up a nerf gun (and those who know me, know I loath nerf guns) and proceeds to shoot my head point blank. Yes, I experienced regressive pull and the next words that came out of my mouth were, "I hate you." Greyson smiles and says, "You told me you loved me this morning!" My 8 year old suffered no self-esteem damage on that one!
Sundays also tend to be grocery shopping days. For those who say, "I never go grocery shopping with my kids," you can stuff it! My husband works 800 miles away, I have no family nearby, and I have already paid more for child care this summer than my mortgage. (I am not exaggerating either). So my only option, as I see it, is to take the kids. This particular shopping trip ended with Grant sprinting across the produce section with Greyson hot on his heels until Grant was tackled and Greyson sat on him until I made it over to them. All because Grant "stole" A m&m from the bulk bin.
And it continues....we next pick up this saga in the shower where I hear, "Grant you know mom is gonna yell if you spray water on the ceiling." Sure enough, I walk in to see water dripping from the ceiling.....
I decide for story time it's MY pick and I pick MY favorite book Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel. Afterward I told my bunk bed kids that they cannot sleep in the same bed because of their behavior today. To which Greyson says, "Let's give mom the finger." Both kids stuck out their pointer fingers and shook them at me.
After they were snug in bed, I cut myself a slice of birthday cake and poured a non-kid appropriate drink!
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