7 a.m. snippets.
September 30, 2009
7 am
Ian: Good morning mom. I’m a cat.
Me: OK. Good morning my cat.
I roll out of bed with the baby.
Addie + Ian: Meow Meow-mow meeeee-ow. (Translation: Can we listen to Mr. Mistoffelees? {from CATS})
We are listening to Andrew Lloyd Webber and dancing like 8o’s rock star cats all before breakfast. I love my life.
Breakfast.
Me: Ian what do you want for breakfast? Toast or fruitshake?
Ian: Cheese and spicy stuff. And beans.
Me: We don’t eat salsa for breakfast.
Ian: I want salsa for breakfast.
Me: (remembering that Ian usualy eats nothing for breakfast) OK. I’ll make you salsa for breakfast. (Hey…at least it’s fresh from the garden salsa, OK?)
Ian: (after getting his plate of food) I want a popsical.
Me: No popsicals for breakfast. Eat your salsa. (Did I really just say that?)
Play time.
Me: Ian, come here. I just finished cutting out your paper doll.
Ian: No mom. I’m fishing. (His fishing pole made out of a fabric tape measure clamped to a small pencil sharpener for the hook).
Me: Where are you fishing?
Ian: The Nordic Sea.
Me: What are you fishing for?
Ian: Alaskan bears.
Me: Did you catch one?
Addie interupts: No mom. Our family is allergic to bears.
Well, then. That’s that.
What did you do this morning?
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I love your kids!! I still have magnets Addie lined up on my fridge from the other day. It’s been quite a few years since people played with things on the front of the fridge. We didn’t have them near long enough! When do we get them again…and YES, I’ll take Miss E as well.
I think you can do a whole post entitled “Is this appropriate for breakfast?”
Salsa can go with eggs, but I draw the line at mac and cheese for breakfast. Except – I’m right there with you – my babe often prefers to skip breakfast altogether, so maybe mac and cheese is just fine. How different is it from Cheese Grits, anyway?
And then I remember that my dad has been known to eat leftover salad (ewww) for breakfast.
There was much weeping and lamentations when it was discovered we were out of bread this morning. Mini-Wheats for one and cornflakes for the other. I made up for it by making waffles for lunch, served with a caramel-apple-compote-syrup and a side of bacon. One child ate 3 waffles. The other one cried, whined, and threw a fit–he did not WANT caramel-apple-compote-syrup. So he had jam on waffles.
Yay!
So sweet! Isn’t life with little ones fabulous?! We had a back to-school-night for mom’s last night and, among other things, discussed breakfast menues. One suggestion was a quesadilla-good protein. Add salsa= great tomato anti-oxidens… (I’m too much of a pancake girl, myself.)
Ahh that’s just lovely, what a perfect start to a morning – I can just imagine the rest of your day!
My morning started with me going outside to find my (real) cat and having a play with her in the sunshine, chasing leaves, trying to convince her that the road is not the right place to roll around on the middle of (no success)
enjoy the rest of your day!
Talking to my daughter over the phone that is in college. She just went to the infirmary and found out she has a sinus infection. She calls, texts, and want’s to know if she can buy her prescription at the infirmary and if our insurance will cover it. So…I call my husband and can’t get a hold of him. I text him and and still can’t get a hold of him. She calls me back and says…’have you figured anything out yet and by the way it will cost me $13 to get the antibiotic filled here’ I say go ahead and get it filled there. End of story.
Love the imagination of children. To them. Nothing is impossible.
I get odd phone calls and text’s from my kids…The most recent…”Mom…we are driving into town (Portland) on HWY 26 and there are these signs….that have a HM and then a red line through it. What does that mean?” I laugh quietly….This question is coming from my youngest who served two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan as a Marine. Now so you understand a little about these signs…. to drive east on HWY 26 you have to go through the Vista Ridge Tunnel.
The sign, I tell him means…. No Hazzardous Material through the tunnel….”OH, now I get it,” he says.
Oh. And my stairs outside in the backyard, that go down to the laundry room…There is a bear down there. You know… one that gives bear hugs.
sounds so much like the type of conversations we have during the day:) Cute Cute!
My daughter and I have very similar exchanges. I love their imaginations!
Oh, mais on ne doit pas s’ennuyer avec Ian! Il est beau ET rigolo!
ha cute! but salsa is really good on eggs for breakfast…