Sunday, September 29, 2013

Things that made me smile and a MANLY work ethic....

   It seems to me, that the way it happens around our little circus, is that somedays my monkeys are up to enough shenanigans (thats right...shenanigans) to fill a book, much less a blog post, and then we will have a few weeks of normalcy. Or at least what passes for normalcy around here.  Lately, things have been rather calm. Of course my two have been their regular, charming, witty, perfect selves ;) , but there hasn't been anything that I thought anyone but a mama or grandmother or doting aunt would care to hear about, so instead of blogging these minor happenings, I have instead called my mama, my mother in law, and my little sister. 
   My little sister, who i might add,  is a brand new M.O.B., herself.   Since she has been married, she has had the privilege of being step mama to the awesomely awesome Carter, but anyone who has two kids knows that the real, ahem... fun, begins when you have that second child, which she just did.  Welcome to the world BRUCE WAYNE NOBLE HUGHES- perfect little boy with the perfect little feet.  ;) I cannot wait to spoil you.

Baby Bruce Wayne...

 There have been a few things that have made me laugh, though, as well as a major parenting fail that i posted on facebook and was told by my Aunt B to blog because she wanted the whole story. But first- i need to tell you about my five year old's 


We have a push mower, which means, no one wants to actually mow the grass. At least when you own  a riding mower you can pretend you are on a very slow go cart. The only thing you can pretend while using the push mower is that you are vacuuming  and that is even worse than mowing! So no thank you...for all of my "girls can do anything guys can do" outlook- i totally pull the, oh so convenient,  "thats the husband's job" card when it is  time for our grass to be cut.  Justin bites the bullet and cuts it, without complaining...he is good like that. :) The shotlittle's job is to bag up the grass.I don't really like them doing it bc they have allergies, but I refrain from  saying anything bc my husband is very intent on teaching them to work. This is a lesson that I agree with 100%, so even though i would rather them do something that didn't result in doses of clariten, I let them go for it.
  Today, when the three of them had been outside working for a few minutes, N came inside to change into his cleats. I don't ask questions about the shoes that N decides to wear or his reasoning about it. I pick my battles, and he won the clothing/shoe battle when he was 18 months old. Totally not worth the headache. He kind of wears what he wants, which usually includes cleats or boots and some sort of cape. After he got  his cleats on, he pulled off his t-shirt and headed back out the door. Cringing at the thought of all of that cut grass rubbing on his bare belly and the patches of eczema that were sure to break out as a result, I asked him, "Noah, wheres the shirt?". I should have known there was a reason for taking it off. He explained to me, "Real mens work with no shirts on so their muscles can get some sun and grow bigger. Daddy and brother are being wimps. They are working with their shirts on like women. Not me! I am a man, and mans go with no shirts!" A few seconds later when i went out to take a pic- his shirt was still off and so were the cleats.


   During the summer, our routine becomes very lax. To be honest, what it becomes is nonexistent. We eat when we are hungry, not necessarily at the same time, and usually not the same meals. There are a lot of corndogs, pizza, and the like. When school starts back, we fall back into (meaning i force us into)  some semblance of order that includes bedtimes, dinner times, hot meals for breakfast, and washing your hair. Like a lot of stay at home moms, my day starts at 5:30 and ends when everyone else is asleep.  I am not complaining, i love it, but, despite what some of my friends think, it is a job. A great job, but a job. 
     I had just started the day before, cooking 'real' suppers again, and making everyone set at the table to eat.  Pinterest has really upped the ante on home cooked meals, with everyone posting pics of their food, so i decided to try something new. It's ingredients included cream cheese, cheddar cheese, bacon, and chicken- so yeah- it looked and smelled amazing! And- it fit into my husbands lo carb diet. Double Win! It came out of the oven about the time the hubs walked in the door from work, starving as usual, and the kids happened to be playing super spy vs cowboy in the back yard.  It started out, with us just taking a small "taste" and then, the hubs suggested, "hey, lets eat together while the kids are playing," and then he said the magic words, "It'll be kind of like a date. Give us a chance to talk." In hind site- i wonder if this was all part of some plan to begin with, but even so, I "fell for it".  The chicken tasted as good as it smelled, which was even better than it looked. So i assume no responsibility.  None. Cream cheese is pretty much legalized crack anyway. Mix it with bacon, and you could start a war. So i don't think anyone would blame me for not sharing anymore than i had to. I probably wouldn't have given any to Justin, but he is bigger than me and was hungry- and we have saying about him when he is hungry and just home from work- 'Don't poke the bear"... yeah- we started that. (sure, why not?) 
  So-after all of this rambling- I can sum it up like this. WE ATE IT ALL. I even raked my finger on the bottom of the pan,  like you do after you pour cake batter out of a bowl.. So for all of my good intentions- my hubs and I ate the hot, home cooked meal, the kids got PB&j and ramen noodles. Then i felt guilty so i let them have coke. And they pretty much ate it with toys at the table. But the bright side is- now i have this really great chicken recipe.  

-Well- i am being i will share more later.  


  1. this story Em. You are such a great mom & I'm so blessed to have you as my son's wife, my grandsons mom & my DIL pickle! Keep the stories coming.. Believe it or not, you'll blink & be so happy you reduced this all to writing. I wish we would have had the internet when the boys were smaller... it would be so much easier to walk down memory lane without having to pull out photographs & journals! love you! Doda

  2. I love your sense of humor. It is so much fun to read about!!! Hilarious story about dinner too. Aaden still doesn't eat hardly anything we cook, so you would have make it out at our house guilt-free for eating it all. Hooray for a new yummy recipe. You should post it!!! ;)

  3. Thanks guys! I wasn't sure if anyone actually read my blog, lol. :) It's fun to put our little fun times into stories.