Grant asked for a quesadilla for lunch. I made him one and added a little side of tortilla chips. Grant: “These chips are too spicy.” Me: “The chips…? The chips are too spicy..?!” Grant: “Yes.” Me: “Not the quesadilla… but the chips are too spicy..?” Grant: “Yes.” Me: “You’re weird.” Grant: (slightly confused) “I thought […]
No symbolism here.
Conner has been needling Grant and just bugging his little brother in general. Grant got some scrap paper and drew a picture for Conner. I am thinking Grant is getting tired of Conner’s antics. I am also thinking that if Grant invites Conner to the beach, Conner should decline the invitation.
Dog years vs. Little Boy years.
I forget why, but the word equal came up in conversation at dinner the other night. Not equal as in 2+2 = 4, but equal as in a peer; the same as; comparable to… Grant did not understand why the 2+2 = 4 version was being used in a conversation about people. We (“we” being […]
Legos have a soundtrack.
Yesterday, Grant was playing with his Legos in his room. He was making the typical little boys noises: vroom, pow, crash, etc. Then those noises gave way to singing. Not just any singing. Singing that lets momma know that big brothers have been playing SNL episodes on the DVR when Grant is around. Singing of […]
My mommy likes wine…
Scene: Our kitchen cleaning up after dinner. Braised short ribs with a wine reduction glaze. Handsome Hubby holds up the remaining glaze. HH: “Should I save this?” Me: “You can if you want to, but I don’t need it” HH: “How about I feed it to Corsa?” (the dog) Me: “No, that’s a bad idea. […]
Lucky Number 7
How did this happen?How is it that my baby is 7 years old!? He’s always been a good eater… He’s always been a total crack-up… Links to a few of my very favorite Grant-isms: On why we celebrate Christmas… On the proper way to serve a meal…On poor choices… On pregnancy… On songwriting… On pet […]
Check out lane temptations.
I’m in the check out lane at the grocery store. I am in Busy-Mom-Mode: putting my items onto the little conveyor belt… getting my coupons in order… ignoring the 6 year old who has been starting each of his sentences with “Hey Mom! Can we get…..?!?” I have my back to him when I hear, […]
To briefly return to the top bunk issue….
Last week, I told you that Grant got in trouble for getting up and playing on the top bunk bed. NOT allowed for the little monkey. (And also, it’s not his bed.) I warned him to stay off of it. Apparently, a warning didn’t do it for him, and he got back up there again…. […]
Stupid rhetorical questions bite me in the ass every single time.
Scene: Grant’s bedroom. His friend Jake is over to play. I hear banging noises, so I investigate. I find them both on the top bunk, with travel pillows around their necks. Grant is not allowed to get up on the top bunk. Me: “Grant! Get down right this instant! What are you doing up there!?” […]
Take my kid. Please.
OK. So I have THAT kid. It’ll pass. Right? Homework is a chore. He created a ruckus in kindergarten. He doesn’t listen. Grant has been “put on contract” with his 1st grade teacher. What that means is that he keeps being silly in class and disturbing others in the class. (Mainly his teacher.) A good […]
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