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moving

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 19:36:00 -0500

I am packing up and moving....http://www.amilefromalake.blogspot.com/

Overheard in Living Room

Sat, 6 May 2006 19:17:00 -0500

Tonight #3, 4 and 5 were all in the library (living room). DH put #5 down to bed and #3 and 4 were reading books. #2 came in and read a book to #4. #3 read a book to #4. He then went to the shelf and pulled off a new book to read.

"Mama-let's wead 'Hideous Geowge and the Chocwat Factowy'."

Yep, that is right. It is no longer Curious George-it is Hideous George. I had to walk away so I didn't laugh in his face. I

brought him to DH and had him tell Daddy what the name of his book was.

"Hideous Geowge and the Chocwat Factowy"

snicker

Later, during a quiet moment I told him that the name wasn't actually Hideous George-it was Curious George.

#3: What does cuwious mean?

Mama: The monkey asks lots of questions about everything and loves to explore--just like you.

He got a very cute little smile on his face and was very happy.

Popcorn Ceiling

Wed, 3 May 2006 09:46:00 -0500

I think Cindy is right. I am allergic to the popcorn ceiling in the basement. My hives were virtually gone this morning. I went downstairs and swept and worked and they are red again. I called DH. This is the conversation:

Me: I think we need to paint the ceiling.

DH: Oh, why?

Me: To close up whatever it is that I am allergic to and so when the boys (notice that was when-not if) horse around down there and knock some off the ceiling I won't immediately have lips that puff up. (Yes, Angelina Jolie lips.)

DH: You think they are going to goof off down there? When there is a nice couch down there?

My dear husband-did you eat this morning? Were your cinnamon raisin bagels spiked with some sort of anti-memory drug? Remember the children? your children? The same ones that have been in our house for the last 10 1/2 years? They draw comic strips about the Kingdom of Fartalot and can't clear the dinner table without going into goofy laughing convulsions or a wrestling match?

You know, the children that have attempted to go out second story windows, climb the kitchen shelves, the library shelves, onto and into the washer and dryer, the little ones that still think they are part monkey and make those cute little, "ooo, eeee" noises? The little one that lays across the back of the couch so he can pounce on an older brother when he is least aware? Is your memory coming back now??

Those children will be using the downstairs room.

What makes you think a couch is going to change their behavior? It seems that you and I (their parents) can't change their behavior.

I will have it painted before you get home from work.

Lesson I Have Learned Today

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 09:11:00 -0500

Never, ever, scrape a popcorn ceiling in a v-neck t-shirt, unless, of course, you want popcorn b**bs.

Calvin and Hobbes

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 17:46:00 -0500

Today we cleaned out the basement. Our dear babysitter has asked to use our house for her graduation party. This means the Brownhead household gets to spring clean! Yeah! It also gives our Daddy a deadline to get a few projects finished. Double Yeah! We decided to give the basement a much needed clean out, a coat of paint, carpet and move the TV downstairs. So, this week the boys are learning to dejunk, spackle, paint, change electrical switches and lay carpet. All are important skills for boys in my opinion.

Today was dejunking. As we were working I would tell the boys what we had to accomplish and then we could have a break. #1 asked me, "Mama? After this can I get out the Calvin and Hobbes books?"

The Calvin and Hobbes books had been put under lock and key. After the flooding we had where they reeacted Calvin's tidal wave DH confiscated all the books and put them away. Just think water everywhere by an 8 year old swooshing back and forth up, and down attempting to get the wave of water over the edge of the tub.

I said, "Sure, you can read them." He really had worked hard enough to deserve a comic book break.

After his Calvin and Hobbes break, #1 says to me, "Boy, mom! now that I can read Calvin and Hobbes are even funner!!"

Ummm, yah. Reading is a good thing.

I am logical and principled---whooda thought?

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 09:13:00 -0500

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Overheard

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 07:39:00 -0500

as #1,2,and 3 are watching "Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones."

The part where Padme and Anakin are on Naboo frolicking is on. This is what I hear from #2: You were sent for security! NOT lovemaking.

How could anyone dare mix military and love? :)

HOLEY MOLEY!!!

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 06:35:00 -0500

My #1 child loves videos. The rule for the summer here is read first the same amount of time you are going to watch a video. I can't complain too much because the kid got up at 6:45 to read.

He picked a book yesterday. It was a Pokemon book (I guess I need to go on a twaddle hunt again). After he finished I handed him a book. We normally alternate who picks what kind of book he is reading. He picked Pokemon so I picked "Storytime with the Millers."

He just handed it back to me (he finished it) and said, "Good book. I think I will read that again sometime."

Pick me up off the floor please.

It might be working. He might be learning to like to read. It might be working.

The Classics: Chocolate Pudding

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 12:51:00 -0500

I should relay a little about my personality before the story begins. I do not consider myself to be part of the Fun Mom Club. I watch other moms do the crafts, the soccer practices, the dance, the rocket club, etc. and I turn a little bit green with envy. (Have I ever mentioned that I am imperfect?) The moms who can whip out a craft in 15 seconds flat not fret about the paint and the effects it will have on the boy consuming it or the mess truly are a wonder to me. A magnificent mother who loves them enough to get the crafts and make fun food. Now that is an aspiration.

I decided on one summer day to join the Fun Mom's Club. Just for one day. Temporary Membership.

It was summer. I had chocolate pudding. My mother-in-law had sent us some popsicle molds. It was looking like it could be a scorcher. I figured, "Hey! Let's make fudgicles."

My first mistake was I said that out loud. The boys heard me. "Yah! Let's make fudgicles Mom! Those will taste yummy!" Think Bill Cosby-the chocolate cake skit.

Too late to back out now.

I get out the molds, the chocolate pudding mix, the whisk, the bowl, the rubber spatula. We start making the chocolate pudding. (This alone should qualify me for sainthood-cooking with three kids?) I, on purpose, made it a little thin so it would fill the molds completely. #3 was just 3 when we were doing this. He wants to make his own fudgicle. So, #1 and #2 had poured the pudding into the molds. #3 wants to put in the sticks.

Okay. We can do this. #3 and I are in the kitchen putting in the sticks-HE has to put them all in.

#1 and 2 ask if they can eat the rest of the pudding that is in the bottom of the bowl. Sure! Why not? I am a Fun Mom!

#3 and I are still working in the kitchen.

#1 asks if they can use straws to suck out the pudding from the bottom of the bowl. Sure! Why not? I am a Fun Mom! #3 leaves the kitchen. I am finishing up the fudgicles and put them in the freezer.

I hear sounds of yummy slurping. Then I start to hear giggling. Sugar will do that to boys right? Then----I hear splatting and spitting.

I turn to the family room where my sons are. Imagine the slow motion camera. I watch my sons suck up chocolate pudding, then spit it at each other and the entire family room. I am flabbergasted. I am speechless. They do it again. There is chocolate pudding SPIT all over my family room. The boys are laughing.

Vesuvius erupts.

I hear my voice (cause it was sort of an out of body experience) screaming, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT! IF YOU ARE GOING TO ACT LIKE ANIMALS THEN YOU CAN LIVE OUTSIDE!!!"

I open the sliding glass door, kick them out, tell them they are not allowed back into the house until their father comes home and lock the door. This is about 1:30 or 2:00 and he doesn't arrive until 6:00 or 6:15.

I start cleaning. I am still way too angry. I call my mother. I remember specifically asking her how long they can live outside without CPS getting involved. Afterall, a tent roof is still a roof. I would still feed them. I would put their food in a bowl and let them eat like animals. I could slop them like pigs.

About 15 minutes after they are banished, a thunder cloud rolls across the sky. The big boys pound on the glass door, "Mooommm, it is starting to rain."

I hand them an umbrella and re-lock the door.

#3 comes to the door. "Mama! #1 and #2 awa not shawing da umbwella. I getting wet."

I close the door and relock it. I go to the kitchen. I get out my box of garbage bags. I cut holes in the bottom and two holes in the side. I put the garbage bag over his head, pop his head through and tell him to put his arms in the two side holes. Instant poncho. I was happy I didn't asphyxiate him before his head came out the top. I toss two more bags out for the other two children. I close the door and relock it.

It starts to pour. The three of them sat on the swinging bench under the umbrella. Then #1 ventures out into the rain. He knocks on the door, "Mama! Can I use the hose?"

Why not? As long as I don't have to deal with you.

The kids had a great day in the rain. They made rivers. They puddle jumped. They were muddy. They had more fun outside than they would have come close to having inside.

Banishment backfired.

Such consequences! Having a food fight then getting to play in the mud for the rest of the day.

Now, every now and then, in conversation with another mom who knows the story, I hear, "Yah, well, at least I didn't put my kids in garbage bags."

True. True.

But you didn't have chocolate pudding all over your family room either.

Me? Fun Mom's Club? Nope.

The Classics

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 12:47:00 -0500

Cindy and I were at the gym last week. We were yacking and having a great time, relaxing, enjoying the hot tub and adult convesation. As we were talking she reminded me that there are a few Brownhead Classics that I need to post. These are events for which I will never be forgotten among the homeschool community here. There is one in particular she said I should put on the blog: Chocolate Pudding. So, as I have time I will post The Classics per Cindy's request.