… but it was funny!

This weekend I was running errands with all the kids. The first thing we did was load up all the recycling stuff & drop it off. There wasn’t *quite* enough room, so Kiddo sat in the front seat, Little Man & Sweet Girl were in their carseats, and Munchkin squeezed in between the car seats - the back seat was full of recycling junk. We got to the recycling center and Kiddo jumped out to help me unload everything. While we separated milk jugs from pop bottles and dumped out the paper & boxes, Munchkin moved from in between the car seats to sit in the front seat. After we’d dropped everything off, Kiddo sat in the back seat & I returned to the driver’s seat. As I started to take off, Sweet Girl got alarmed:

SG: Mom! Stop!
Me: What?
SG: Wait! We forgot Kiddo!
Me, realizing she couldn’t see Kiddo behind her: What? Oh, I left him there.
SG: WHAT?
Me: I left him at the recycling place. I’m trading him in to get a newer version.
SG: What do you mean, a new Kiddo?
Me: Well, the Kiddo we have is nice and all, and he’s a good kid, but I think I can get one that’s a little bit better - one that keeps his room clean, stuff like that.
SG: Really? No!… You can’t leave him at the recycling center! Moooom, go back!
Me: Why?
SG: I LIKE Kiddo! I don’t want to leave him!
Me: Honey, look behind you…

She turned around and saw Kiddo sitting behind her, trying very hard not to laugh out loud.

SG: Mom, that wasn’t very nice.

I stole this from Millie. Feel free to steal it from me - just let me know so I can come and read yours.

The Rules of the game:
1. Find the nearest book to you.
2. Name the book and author.
3. Turn to page 123.
4. Go to the fifth sentence on the page.
5. Copy out the next 3 sentences and post to your blog.
6. Tag three other people.

My closest book, "A Cup of Comfort for Women" edited by Colleen Sell, only had 4 sentences on page 123, so I’m using page 122 instead. I’m sure you don’t mind.  Sentences 6, 7 and 8:

"All of this make me feel happy for our unborn children. I can’t think of a purer image of joy than a freshly bathed infant nestling against my neck. But my vision of motherhood extends so much farther: past building blocks and arithmetic; past snow forts and lemonade stands; past the first date and even the last night under our roof before setting out into the world."

As for tagging three people… well, that rarely works for me. So if you read this - TAG! You’re it!

DH made fried rice for lunch. This was something he made as a bachelor all the time - he’d dice up whatever meat he found around, scramble an egg, add the rice and maybe some veggies. It’s pretty yummy, depending on the additions! LOL (He used to use vienna sausages, but I’ve weaned him off that… those are soooo gross! Of course, sliced hot dogs [his substitute for the vile sausages] aren’t much better…) Anyway, today he diced up a can of Spam and added some mushrooms. The kids scarfed it down for lunch, but I laughed so hard at Sweet Girl & Little Man’s conversation as I was dishing it up for them…

LM: Mom! Mine have some?

Me: You want some rice?

LM: No! Mine have some meat! Peaz! [ed. note: according to him, any meat, whether beef, chicken or pork, is ‘meat’. Makes it easier to communicate, at least.]

SG: Silly Little Man! This isn’t meat, it’s Spam!

"TIRED OF YOUR MECHANIC RIPPING YOU OFF? CALL DANIEL. 555-1234"

Why, so Daniel can rip you off instead?

Miss you.

 
ca. 1946 -around age 8

 
Feb 22, 2004 - his last b-day party, complete with his favorite angel food cake & cherry topping

 
Oct 16, 2004 - 3 days before he passed through the veil

See ya soon.