Parents aren’t immune

My mother is a total prohibitionist. No drinking, no drugs, no cigarettes. Her brother is a super burn-out and it really affected her growing up, so she has always been very clear on her stance for our family.

The other day she posted a picture on facebook, I’m sure you’ve seen it- Barbie at 50? I called her up as soon as I saw it “Mom, what the heck are you thinking posting that picture?!” She totally didn’t understand my confusion, she said it was funny, Fat Barbie with droopy boobs.

Yep, she totally missed the fact that the background of the pic was pot leaves and Barbie was NOT smoking a Camel light, it was a big old joint. Good job Mom, good job.


Laundry waits for no woman.

Despite (or maybe because of)┬áthe fact that everyone in the house has bronchitis/pneumonia the laundry mountain keeps growing, and the daily loads need to be done. Today while I was folding the laundry at the table, Martha took the role of supervisor. Apparently I did okay, because when I was done she clapped her hands and said “Yay Mumma, good job! Me you high five!” Its a good day when a 2yo approves of your laundry skills.

My favorite Kid

Our local Dairy Bar opened yesterday, and even though we still have many, many feet of snow (for real) we took all the kids to get a treat today. Martha and Z got twists, Elijah got a cone of cotton candy, and Daddy and I got ours. Martha and Elijah dug in with serious enthusiasm, but Z wasn’t so sure. I finally got a spoonful into him, but all other tried were met with “Noooooo! I don’t wannit”

I took one for the team and ate his too. New. Favorite. Kid.

Entertainment Value

I had to be at church early yesterday to practice some music for the service. I brought Elijah and Martha with me, leaving Z at home to come later with Daddy. When we were done practicing in the sanctuary the other singers and I headed into the choir room to practice different music. I left Elijah and two other girls from church with Martha in the sanctuary and told Elijah to entertain her until I came back.

I came out, and Elijah had indeed entertained his sister. They did so by unpacking my purse and spreading the contents out across the pew. Maxi-pads, Martha’s underpants, Preperation-H wipes, lip balm, checkbook, and random garbage, all spread across the front pew. Thank you, Elijah. Thank you so much.

Happy Day Express

This morning Elijah was singing a song to himself- “We’re going to the Mansion on the Happy Day Express, the letters on the engine are J-E-S-U-S…” and so on. He asked me, “Mom, what do those letters spell?” so we wrote them out and read the word- Jesus.

“Oh,” he snorted “That’s random” and went back to singing his song.

Acting skills

Martha has been hard at work potty training today, and Elijah has been her dutiful audience (cause, you know, Elijah is the ONLY one who matters!). He has cheered her for every potty visit, told her how beautiful her Dora undies are, and when she got into her new Dora pjs she immediately ran to show him.

He said “Oooh, those are nice!” I said “I’m so glad you’re such a good brother, its hard to act excited over some things, isn’t it?” Elijah replied “Not for me! I’m a really good actor!”

Baby fresh

My cousin announced today that he and his wife are expecting their first child soon! While I was telling my husband, Elijah gave me a “look”. What? I asked. “Does she know babies stink? Not stink like ‘oooh, that stinks’ but stink like gross.” Yes honey, I’m sure she is aware, and I’m also pretty sure that has no sway in their decision making.