Remember this post?
Today, my Aunt emailed this to me.
The Zen of Sarcasm~
01. Do not walk behind me, for I may
not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not
follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty
much leave me the heck alone.
02. The journey of a thousand miles
begins with a broken fan belt, and a leaky tire.
03. Its always darkest before dawn.
So if you're going to steal your neighbor's
newspaper, that's the time to do it.
04. Don't be irreplaceable. If you
can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
05. Always remember that you're
unique. Just like everyone else.
06. Never test the depth of the
water with both feet.
07. If you think nobody cares if
you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
08. Before you criticize someone,
you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way,
when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you
have their shoes.
09. If at first you don't succeed,
skydiving is probably not for you.
10. Give a man a fish and he will
eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will
sit in a boat and drink beer all day.
11. If you lend someone $20 and
never see that person again, it was probably a wise
investment.
12. If you tell the truth, you don't
have to remember anything.
13. Some days you're the bug; some
days you're the windshield.
14. Everyone seems normal until you
get to know them.
15. The quickest way to double your
money is to fold it in half and put it back in your
pocket.
16. A closed mouth gathers no foot.
17. Duct tape is like 'The Force'.
It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds
the universe together.
18. There are two theories to
arguing with women. Neither one works.
19. Generally speaking, you aren't
learning much when your lips are moving.
20. Experience is something you
don't get until just after you need it.
21. Never miss a good chance to shut
up.
22. Never, under any circumstances,
take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same
night.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Not a sarcastic bone in my body
My husband sent this to me.
Do you think he's trying to tell me something?
(you may want to click on the image to get a larger view)
Do you think he's trying to tell me something?
(you may want to click on the image to get a larger view)
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Attempting to cook (and other disasters)
Today was our fourth day off track from school. The weather outside was very cold and rainy, and I decided that since the fighting was beginning to escalate, we needed an activity to build family unity.
I had this idea that we should make some bread. I had planned on making chili for dinner, and I thought that fresh bread be great with chili.
Now, just to preface this, I have never made bread before.
Never.
Nada.
I remembered buying some yeast and wheat flour not too long ago, and so I got online and googled recipes for wheat bread.
Every recipe I found required honey.
We don't have any honey.
I suppose that I could have (in theory) gone to the store and bought some honey, but that would have required me to actually change into something other than my old comfy sweats and possibly comb my hair and put on some make up. Quite frankly, I just didn't have it in me to do those things.
What?
Did you just call me lazy?
Hey! I'm about to make bread! Isn't that enough for you people?!?!
Anyway, I continue looking for a recipe, and find one that says that it's easy. It didn't require kneading.
I knew this was the one!
I took it into the kitchen, and asked the kids if they would like to make some bread today.
They cheered!
(well, okay, not really, but they did express some interest in the activity.)
CJ got out my mixer, Brielle, got out the brown sugar, and Aaron got out the flour. Isn't it so nice how my kids are always so eager to help?
The recipe called for both white and wheat flour, but alas, when I looked in the cannister of white flour, there was only about 1/2 cup left.
"No problem" I thought "I know there is a brand new bag of flour in the kitchen closet."
I went to the kitchen closet, and became very frustrated. It was a mess. Apparently, when I gave the children things to put away in the closet, instead of hearing me say "Please put this AWAY in the closet, and PLEASE be sure to put it on the shelf." They heard "Toss it in the closet." and later, "Toss it on the pile of stuff on the bottom of the closet." and "Oh, and if something tips over and slides off the pile, don't pick it up, just leave it there on the floor to be crushed beneath the next bag of canned food to be dumped on top of this pile!"
Which is really strange, because I'm pretty sure that I didn't say any of those things.
We had a (another) quick family meeting about the closet, and Imight have yelled a bit very calmly expressed my desire that they re-organize the closet.
Immediately.
They quickly got the closet cleaned up, because they are just helpful that way after momblows a gasket kindly requests their assistance, and we were able to find the new bag of white flour, which had been on the bottom shelf.
I opened the bag, and there were other things inside that were not flour.
Unfortunately, the flour had to go.
Now, I know at this point, somebody, somewhere is dying to tell me "Just sift it, those little critters will come right out, and they won't hurt you anyway."
I'm so sorry people. I. Just. Can't. Do. It.
The bag was brand new too!
The children suddenly made themselves scarce. I'm not sure if they were just tired of helping, or if they were sensing my growing frustration with the whole project. Not that I express my frustration by taking it out on innocent bystanders, because I don't. Really.
I decided that I would just use the wheat flour to make up for the missing white flour.
I got the rest of the ingredients together.
At this time I do need to mention something about yeast.
It scares me.
Mostly because, from what I hear, it is rather temperamental. Has to be mixed with warm water, not too hot or you'll kill it, not too cold, or it won't activate.................can't let it sit too long, or not long enough. Oh come on!
This might have been one of the reasons that I've never made bread before.
I finally get the first 5 ingredients mixed, just like the recipe said, then it got to raise.
In a warm place it said.
The house is kind of chilly, and it is taking forever to raise. Thinking that I was being clever, I turned on the oven to a very low temperature, and when it heated, I turned it off then sat the pans on top of the stove, where it was now warm.
I wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
The dough has raised slightly.
I wait some more.
I look at the package of yeast to see if it says how long this will take.
I notice that the "best if used by" date is over a year ago.
Oops.
It finally raised a bit, so I stirred in the other two ingredients, greased my pans, and poured the mixture into the pans.
Just as I was finished filling the pans, I realized that I hadn't put the rest of the flour in.
(insert G-rated cuss word of you choice)
It did look like the dough was a bit thin. But then again how was I to know, because seriously, I'VE NEVER MADE BREAD BEFORE!
Dump the stuff back in the mixing bowl, add the flour, wash, dry and re-grease the pans.
Now the dough is VERY stiff. The recipe said not to knead the dough, so I carefully scooped spoonfuls into the pans. I probably should have formed the bread into nicely shaped loaves, but at this point, I was SO finished with this project.
I then sat my pans filled with lumpy clumps of dough on top of the counter to raise.
The dough almost doubled in size, so I baked it.
I do need to say, that the house smelled divine!
When the timer dinged, I took the pans out of the oven.
Three loaves of the UGLIEST bread anyone has ever seen.
Seriously.............Butt ugly.
I thought about taking pictures, just so I could prove how ugly this bread really was, but I decided not to. I would have been way too embarrassed to post them anyway.
Yes, they really were that ugly!
But it smelled good! Just really scary looking.
As I have said before, the faint sound of the timer dinging will bring my children from anywhere in the house, and they descended upon the ugly loaves.
They loved it! They ate every bit of it! They acknowledged that it was rather funny looking, but went ahead and ate it!
This tells me one of two things;
If you put enough butter on something, it becomes edible.
Or
If you don't feed your children for a while, they will eat anything.
It did taste pretty good, it was just quite heavy. And ugly.
The ironic part of the day was that I ended up having to change out of my comfy sweats and go to the store anyway, because (remember that chili I was making for dinner?)
We were out of meat.
And beans.
While I was there, I bought more flour and yeast, because the kids said that "we" should try it again tomorrow.
"We'll" see.
I had this idea that we should make some bread. I had planned on making chili for dinner, and I thought that fresh bread be great with chili.
Now, just to preface this, I have never made bread before.
Never.
Nada.
I remembered buying some yeast and wheat flour not too long ago, and so I got online and googled recipes for wheat bread.
Every recipe I found required honey.
We don't have any honey.
I suppose that I could have (in theory) gone to the store and bought some honey, but that would have required me to actually change into something other than my old comfy sweats and possibly comb my hair and put on some make up. Quite frankly, I just didn't have it in me to do those things.
What?
Did you just call me lazy?
Hey! I'm about to make bread! Isn't that enough for you people?!?!
Anyway, I continue looking for a recipe, and find one that says that it's easy. It didn't require kneading.
I knew this was the one!
I took it into the kitchen, and asked the kids if they would like to make some bread today.
They cheered!
(well, okay, not really, but they did express some interest in the activity.)
CJ got out my mixer, Brielle, got out the brown sugar, and Aaron got out the flour. Isn't it so nice how my kids are always so eager to help?
The recipe called for both white and wheat flour, but alas, when I looked in the cannister of white flour, there was only about 1/2 cup left.
"No problem" I thought "I know there is a brand new bag of flour in the kitchen closet."
I went to the kitchen closet, and became very frustrated. It was a mess. Apparently, when I gave the children things to put away in the closet, instead of hearing me say "Please put this AWAY in the closet, and PLEASE be sure to put it on the shelf." They heard "Toss it in the closet." and later, "Toss it on the pile of stuff on the bottom of the closet." and "Oh, and if something tips over and slides off the pile, don't pick it up, just leave it there on the floor to be crushed beneath the next bag of canned food to be dumped on top of this pile!"
Which is really strange, because I'm pretty sure that I didn't say any of those things.
We had a (another) quick family meeting about the closet, and I
Immediately.
They quickly got the closet cleaned up, because they are just helpful that way after mom
I opened the bag, and there were other things inside that were not flour.
Unfortunately, the flour had to go.
Now, I know at this point, somebody, somewhere is dying to tell me "Just sift it, those little critters will come right out, and they won't hurt you anyway."
I'm so sorry people. I. Just. Can't. Do. It.
The bag was brand new too!
The children suddenly made themselves scarce. I'm not sure if they were just tired of helping, or if they were sensing my growing frustration with the whole project. Not that I express my frustration by taking it out on innocent bystanders, because I don't. Really.
I decided that I would just use the wheat flour to make up for the missing white flour.
I got the rest of the ingredients together.
At this time I do need to mention something about yeast.
It scares me.
Mostly because, from what I hear, it is rather temperamental. Has to be mixed with warm water, not too hot or you'll kill it, not too cold, or it won't activate.................can't let it sit too long, or not long enough. Oh come on!
This might have been one of the reasons that I've never made bread before.
I finally get the first 5 ingredients mixed, just like the recipe said, then it got to raise.
In a warm place it said.
The house is kind of chilly, and it is taking forever to raise. Thinking that I was being clever, I turned on the oven to a very low temperature, and when it heated, I turned it off then sat the pans on top of the stove, where it was now warm.
I wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
The dough has raised slightly.
I wait some more.
I look at the package of yeast to see if it says how long this will take.
I notice that the "best if used by" date is over a year ago.
Oops.
It finally raised a bit, so I stirred in the other two ingredients, greased my pans, and poured the mixture into the pans.
Just as I was finished filling the pans, I realized that I hadn't put the rest of the flour in.
(insert G-rated cuss word of you choice)
It did look like the dough was a bit thin. But then again how was I to know, because seriously, I'VE NEVER MADE BREAD BEFORE!
Dump the stuff back in the mixing bowl, add the flour, wash, dry and re-grease the pans.
Now the dough is VERY stiff. The recipe said not to knead the dough, so I carefully scooped spoonfuls into the pans. I probably should have formed the bread into nicely shaped loaves, but at this point, I was SO finished with this project.
I then sat my pans filled with lumpy clumps of dough on top of the counter to raise.
The dough almost doubled in size, so I baked it.
I do need to say, that the house smelled divine!
When the timer dinged, I took the pans out of the oven.
Three loaves of the UGLIEST bread anyone has ever seen.
Seriously.............Butt ugly.
I thought about taking pictures, just so I could prove how ugly this bread really was, but I decided not to. I would have been way too embarrassed to post them anyway.
Yes, they really were that ugly!
But it smelled good! Just really scary looking.
As I have said before, the faint sound of the timer dinging will bring my children from anywhere in the house, and they descended upon the ugly loaves.
They loved it! They ate every bit of it! They acknowledged that it was rather funny looking, but went ahead and ate it!
This tells me one of two things;
If you put enough butter on something, it becomes edible.
Or
If you don't feed your children for a while, they will eat anything.
It did taste pretty good, it was just quite heavy. And ugly.
The ironic part of the day was that I ended up having to change out of my comfy sweats and go to the store anyway, because (remember that chili I was making for dinner?)
We were out of meat.
And beans.
While I was there, I bought more flour and yeast, because the kids said that "we" should try it again tomorrow.
"We'll" see.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Three weeks out of school........again
Remember back in March, when my kids were out of school for three weeks? (due to us being on year round school)
Well guess what folks??
It's that time again!!
As of today, the kids are officially "Off Track" for three whole weeks!
Do you remember how bored the poor little darlings were the last time?
And how I so kindly arranged for all sorts of fun activities to keep them busy?
(Do you think I could come up with any more links?)
Well, I have, yet again, planned some very fun and educational activities thatI will force my children will be incredibly anxious to participate in!
#1 on my list................Plant and care for a garden.
This is something we have never done before. When I told the kids about this plan, the were ever so excited!
Well, maybe excited might be too strong of a word to describe their feelings on the subject.
Then CJ made a very good observation.
"Mom..........um............ we don't really know anything about planting a garden."
to which I reply "The internet is such a wonderful thing! Go google how to grow a garden!"
Does anyone know where we could find the book "Gardening for dummies?"
Does such a book even exist?
#2 on my list..................
Are you ready?
It's a good one!
I'm feeling rather clever right now!
Here it is!!!
#2. I will have my three oldest kids potty train Max!
I thought it was a fabulous idea, but when I told the kids that they would be doing this, they gave me strange looks and made these weird whiny noises.
CJ even had the audacity to ask "Why. Would we. Want. To do. That?"
To which I replied "Because it will be such an incredible bonding experience between you two as brothers!"
CJ wasn't buying it. He said, "I feel bonded enough to him already."
I thought I was being really clever. If they all worked together as a team, they could have Max out of diapers in no time at all!
Right?
I just think that, as kids themselves, they might have some good ideas on how to motivate little Max to use the potty.
Okay, so do you want to know the real reason I want them to do the potty training?
One word.........................
Payback.
I potty trained all three of them. Three stubborn, diaper lovin' little tots. Do you know how much poop that is?
What do you think? Isn't this a fantabulous idea?
P.S. To my sister in law. If this works, I will let you borrow my kids for a few days (or longer) to help you with potty training that cute little niece of mine!
Am I nice or what?
Well guess what folks??
It's that time again!!
As of today, the kids are officially "Off Track" for three whole weeks!
Do you remember how bored the poor little darlings were the last time?
And how I so kindly arranged for all sorts of fun activities to keep them busy?
(Do you think I could come up with any more links?)
Well, I have, yet again, planned some very fun and educational activities that
#1 on my list................Plant and care for a garden.
This is something we have never done before. When I told the kids about this plan, the were ever so excited!
Well, maybe excited might be too strong of a word to describe their feelings on the subject.
Then CJ made a very good observation.
"Mom..........um............ we don't really know anything about planting a garden."
to which I reply "The internet is such a wonderful thing! Go google how to grow a garden!"
Does anyone know where we could find the book "Gardening for dummies?"
Does such a book even exist?
#2 on my list..................
Are you ready?
It's a good one!
I'm feeling rather clever right now!
Here it is!!!
#2. I will have my three oldest kids potty train Max!
I thought it was a fabulous idea, but when I told the kids that they would be doing this, they gave me strange looks and made these weird whiny noises.
CJ even had the audacity to ask "Why. Would we. Want. To do. That?"
To which I replied "Because it will be such an incredible bonding experience between you two as brothers!"
CJ wasn't buying it. He said, "I feel bonded enough to him already."
I thought I was being really clever. If they all worked together as a team, they could have Max out of diapers in no time at all!
Right?
I just think that, as kids themselves, they might have some good ideas on how to motivate little Max to use the potty.
Okay, so do you want to know the real reason I want them to do the potty training?
One word.........................
Payback.
I potty trained all three of them. Three stubborn, diaper lovin' little tots. Do you know how much poop that is?
What do you think? Isn't this a fantabulous idea?
P.S. To my sister in law. If this works, I will let you borrow my kids for a few days (or longer) to help you with potty training that cute little niece of mine!
Am I nice or what?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Just do it
Dear children,
When I ask you to do something, I really do not care if you "want" to do it or not. Sure, it would be great if you "want" to do what I ask, even better if you "like" to do what I ask, but believe me, "wanting" to do something is actually not necessary to being able to complete a task.
Seriously, as long as you do what I ask, I don't care whether or not you "wanted" to do it.
Thank you,
The management.
p.s. Mashed potatoes are not finger food. We have forks, please use them.
When I ask you to do something, I really do not care if you "want" to do it or not. Sure, it would be great if you "want" to do what I ask, even better if you "like" to do what I ask, but believe me, "wanting" to do something is actually not necessary to being able to complete a task.
Seriously, as long as you do what I ask, I don't care whether or not you "wanted" to do it.
Thank you,
The management.
p.s. Mashed potatoes are not finger food. We have forks, please use them.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Angry Tot .......Part Two
Ever since he was born, Max has been the sweetest, most laid back, easy going child. He even made it through the "terrible twos" with the minimum number of tantrums.
He is a sweetheart. Very loving, very tender hearted.
Max loves to help with anything he can. At age three, he can set the table for dinner all by himself.
He will get his toys out, play with them and then put them away.
Without being asked.
In the last few weeks, since he turned three, I have noticed things starting to change a bit.
I will ask him to set the table, he will say "No" so one of his siblings will set it. This will make him mad, and he will take all the dishes off of the table and put them back on himself.
I will ask him to put his coat away. He will say "No" so I will put it in the closet. This will upset him, and he will get it out of the closet walk across the room, drop it back on the floor (where it was originally) and then pick it up and take it back to the closet and put it away.
Max usually has a very pleasant disposition until late afternoon, when he will sometimes turn into "Mr. Crabbypants" (as we ever so affectionately call him)
The kid really needs an afternoon nap, and on the rare days where this is accomplished, we enjoy Max and his sweet disposition until bedtime.
Today, there was no nap.
Set the scene:
Dinnertime.
Dad has grilled some hamburgers for dinner. Max will always ask for a hamburger, but will only eat the top bun, and occasionally peel the cheese off of the hamburger patty.
He NEVER eats the hamburger.
Max: "I want some cheese."
I unwrap a slice of cheese, and he inhales it.
Max: "I WANT SOME MORE CHEESE!"
Me "Max, do you think you can ask for that nicer?"
Max: (Lowering his voice) "Please I some have cheese?)
I unwrap another slice and hand it to him.
Max "I NEED SOME MILK!"
Me: "Hey Max, do you want to try that again?"
Max (lowering his voice) Please I some have milk?"
CJ pours him some milk, and he freaks out.
Max: "NO! Make it be dempty! Make it be dempty! ("dempty" means empty)
I pick up his glass of milk and drink it.
He hands me the glass and says "Mom get me milk"
(He is currently going through a phase where I am the only person that can do anything for him)
I poured him the milk.
Max: "I NEED SOME MORE CHEESE!"
ME: "Try that again little dude."
Max: "Please I some have more cheese?"
At this point, Brielle asks "What, is he on some kind of dairy only diet or something?"
We decide that since he has had so much cheese, that he won't be wanting a hamburger, so someone else eats Max's hamburger patty. Just as the last bite of it is being eaten...........
Max: "I WANT A HAMBURGER!"
Thinking that I'm being clever, I say "How about a bun? We could put some cheese on it.
Max looked like he was going to go for this idea, and just as we were putting the top bun on the cheese sandwich , Aaron (bless his unobservant little heart) says "Hey Max, why aren't you having a hamburger on that?"
Thanks Aaron.
Now Max wants hamburger on his bun. Hamburger that has already been eaten. Hamburger that Max would only nibble on at the most.
Max is now screaming "I WANT THE BROWN PART! I WANT THE BROWN PART!!"
(brown part meaning the hamburger patty)
Me: "Sorry Max, but all the brown parts are gone see."
I hold up the empty plate foolishly thinking that this will satisfy him.
Max: (sobbing) "I want a brown part! I want a brown part!"
I go searching through the freezer, hoping to find something that will pass for a "brown part."
I found an old frozen microwaveable breakfast sandwich with a sausage patty.
SCORE!!
I chip the sandwich apart, flake the cheese off of the sausage patty, and nuke it in the microwave. as soon as I pulled it out of the microwave, I KNEW that we would have a problem.
It wasn't brown.
The darn patty was a dark tan at best. Not even close to the delicious flame grilled burgers that the rest of us had devoured just moments before.
"Maybe he won't notice" I thought.
Okay Jill, get a clue. You really thought he wouldn't notice?
I hurried and slipped the sausage patty on the bun and tried to cover it with a slice of cheese.
Max lifted the top bun, peeled off the cheese and said..........
"IT'S NOT BROWN!!
IT'S NOT BROWN!!
IT'S WHITE!! "
"I WANT THE BROWN ONE!!!!"
At this point, I was SO finished. I hauled him off to his room and got him ready for bed.
I'm too exhausted to describe the process of getting his pajamas on him. Let's just say it was similar to dinner.
I just went into his room to check on him. He's so sweet, snuggling under his blanket, hugging his stuffed frog, dreaming about all the wonderful things in his life...........
Oh, who am I kidding. He's not sleeping, he's "recharging."
I've got to figure out a way to get this kid to nap.
He is a sweetheart. Very loving, very tender hearted.
Max loves to help with anything he can. At age three, he can set the table for dinner all by himself.
He will get his toys out, play with them and then put them away.
Without being asked.
In the last few weeks, since he turned three, I have noticed things starting to change a bit.
I will ask him to set the table, he will say "No" so one of his siblings will set it. This will make him mad, and he will take all the dishes off of the table and put them back on himself.
I will ask him to put his coat away. He will say "No" so I will put it in the closet. This will upset him, and he will get it out of the closet walk across the room, drop it back on the floor (where it was originally) and then pick it up and take it back to the closet and put it away.
Max usually has a very pleasant disposition until late afternoon, when he will sometimes turn into "Mr. Crabbypants" (as we ever so affectionately call him)
The kid really needs an afternoon nap, and on the rare days where this is accomplished, we enjoy Max and his sweet disposition until bedtime.
Today, there was no nap.
Set the scene:
Dinnertime.
Dad has grilled some hamburgers for dinner. Max will always ask for a hamburger, but will only eat the top bun, and occasionally peel the cheese off of the hamburger patty.
He NEVER eats the hamburger.
Max: "I want some cheese."
I unwrap a slice of cheese, and he inhales it.
Max: "I WANT SOME MORE CHEESE!"
Me "Max, do you think you can ask for that nicer?"
Max: (Lowering his voice) "Please I some have cheese?)
I unwrap another slice and hand it to him.
Max "I NEED SOME MILK!"
Me: "Hey Max, do you want to try that again?"
Max (lowering his voice) Please I some have milk?"
CJ pours him some milk, and he freaks out.
Max: "NO! Make it be dempty! Make it be dempty! ("dempty" means empty)
I pick up his glass of milk and drink it.
He hands me the glass and says "Mom get me milk"
(He is currently going through a phase where I am the only person that can do anything for him)
I poured him the milk.
Max: "I NEED SOME MORE CHEESE!"
ME: "Try that again little dude."
Max: "Please I some have more cheese?"
At this point, Brielle asks "What, is he on some kind of dairy only diet or something?"
We decide that since he has had so much cheese, that he won't be wanting a hamburger, so someone else eats Max's hamburger patty. Just as the last bite of it is being eaten...........
Max: "I WANT A HAMBURGER!"
Thinking that I'm being clever, I say "How about a bun? We could put some cheese on it.
Max looked like he was going to go for this idea, and just as we were putting the top bun on the cheese sandwich , Aaron (bless his unobservant little heart) says "Hey Max, why aren't you having a hamburger on that?"
Thanks Aaron.
Now Max wants hamburger on his bun. Hamburger that has already been eaten. Hamburger that Max would only nibble on at the most.
Max is now screaming "I WANT THE BROWN PART! I WANT THE BROWN PART!!"
(brown part meaning the hamburger patty)
Me: "Sorry Max, but all the brown parts are gone see."
I hold up the empty plate foolishly thinking that this will satisfy him.
Max: (sobbing) "I want a brown part! I want a brown part!"
I go searching through the freezer, hoping to find something that will pass for a "brown part."
I found an old frozen microwaveable breakfast sandwich with a sausage patty.
SCORE!!
I chip the sandwich apart, flake the cheese off of the sausage patty, and nuke it in the microwave. as soon as I pulled it out of the microwave, I KNEW that we would have a problem.
It wasn't brown.
The darn patty was a dark tan at best. Not even close to the delicious flame grilled burgers that the rest of us had devoured just moments before.
"Maybe he won't notice" I thought.
Okay Jill, get a clue. You really thought he wouldn't notice?
I hurried and slipped the sausage patty on the bun and tried to cover it with a slice of cheese.
Max lifted the top bun, peeled off the cheese and said..........
"IT'S NOT BROWN!!
IT'S NOT BROWN!!
IT'S WHITE!! "
"I WANT THE BROWN ONE!!!!"
At this point, I was SO finished. I hauled him off to his room and got him ready for bed.
I'm too exhausted to describe the process of getting his pajamas on him. Let's just say it was similar to dinner.
I just went into his room to check on him. He's so sweet, snuggling under his blanket, hugging his stuffed frog, dreaming about all the wonderful things in his life...........
Oh, who am I kidding. He's not sleeping, he's "recharging."
I've got to figure out a way to get this kid to nap.
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