Breakfast Confusion

Setting:  Sunday morning.  I'm making breakfast.  I have already said I'm serving scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit.  Not sure if Travis wants scrambled eggs or fried eggs, I ask, "Just doubling checking everyone wants their eggs scrambled, right?"

Travis:  Yep!

Alex:  No thank you.

Sam:  I don't want mine scrambled!

Me:  (In the kitchen with a baffled WTF face)  Ummmm, ok.  Then what kind of eggs do you guys want?

Alex:  I'd like scrambled eggs please.

Sam:  Me too!!!  I want scrambled eggs too!

Me:  (stunned silence)

Travis:  Guys....really?

I start cooking.

Me:  (knowing Sam does not like cheese in his eggs) Alex, do you want cheesy eggs?

Alex:  Yes please!

Sam:  No!  I don't like cheese in my eggs.

Me:  Yes, Sam I know you don't like cheese in your eggs, that's why I was only asking Alex.  I have made your eggs without cheese in them.

Me:  I'm going to have my eggs in a tortilla like a scrambled egg taco.  Would anyone else like tortillas?

Sam:  Yes please!

Alex:  No thanks.

Sitting down to eat.

Me:  (juuuuuuust about to take a bite.)

Sam:  My eggs keep falling out of my tortilla!

Alex:  Actually, I changed my mind.  Can I please have some tortillas?

Sam:  Hey!  Alex has cheese in his eggs!  I want cheese in my eggs!!!

Me:  SAM!  Are you serious right now?!  You specifically and rudely reminded me you don't like cheese in your eggs.

Sam:  Weeeelllllll, I do like cheese IN my eggs.  I just don't like cheese ON my eggs.  Like when you put it on top.

I'm counting it as a win that I managed to not cry in my coffee.

Another Bath

Sam's all time favorite thing is to take a bath.  He will sit in there for hours playing.  And while I don't want to spend hours sitting in the bathroom with him, I let him play but keep the doors open and so I can hear him.  And if there is quiet for any length of time, I yell out a "Sam?  You ok?" and immediately get a "Yepperdoodle!" in response.  About half the time, this arrangement works great.  The other half, I will find a half flooded bathroom on one of my multiple visual check-ins.  Fun fun fun.

I present:  "The Afterbath."

Please note the giant towel hanging on the rod because it is drenched with water from the floor.  And the bottom of the tub completely covered in toys.  ALL THE TOYS.  And lest we forget, the washcloth splatted and stuck to the wall above the shower wall.

This could also be titled "Hey Jackie?  What's It Like Giving a 4 Year Old a Bath?"

Field Trip!

Alex asked me to chaperone a field trip this year and yesterday was the day!  We went to the Capitol and the Historical Museum.  The whole group went through the tours together so we weren't assigned specific kids and I was A-OK with that. 

I was unsurprised when Alex requested we come back to the capitol when it's warmer so we can climb the steps up to the outdoor observation deck, but I was surprised when he also asked if we could come back when the Senate was in session and watch because he wants to see how it works.  Will see how long he can sit quitely before he deems it painfully boring. 

Puppy Love

Pretty sure everyone involved is happy Lulu came into our lives...

Pick Up Your Shit.

I spend a solid portion of my days cleaning up other people's (read:  my children's) stuff.  Usually it's just what needs to be done to keep some sort of decorum in this house.  But sometimes, I just can't.  Sometimes, I am just too sick of picking up stuff that isn't mine.  That is the case with this sad little can of 7Up. 

It's been sitting out there since Saturday.  It's probably come close to freezing the past couple of nights.  It's currently being rained on.  It's gonna sit out there until whichever one of the filthy children I am raising realizes there is an unclaimed soda available.

Also, is everyone one impressed with the smorgasbord of patio furniture I have accumulated?  Yes?  Good.  Matching patio sets are boring any way.