Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, disastrous, or even better, embarrassing going on. Who can turn away from that kind of voyeuristic gold? Not you. Or me...
If you were a fly on the wall at my house this month, this is what you would have heard:
Dinner Table Conversation:
The youngest: "If I could invent anything, it would be a back-pack microwave. I could make Hot Pockets anytime."
The eldest (Dream-killer #1): "Why would you invent that? Where would you even plug it in? It would be so heavy!"
The middle child (Dream-killer #2): "I can see the commercials for it now. 'Do you love warm food? Do you have frozen-food on your person? Do you hate being home?..."
Me: "Where in the world did all of the pretzels go? I bought a six-pound bag of them at Costco!"
The man: "You put them out in that huge basket. It felt like a challenge..."
***The youngest : "Can I have some fruit snacks?"
The man: "Didn't you JUST eat an apple?"
Me:"Yeah and there's a granola bar wrapper right next to you."
The youngest: "Well, the granola bar was my after-school snack, and the apple was my after-dinner snack."
The man: "What are the fruit snacks then?"
The youngest: "They will be my after-shower-before-bed-unless-we-have-ice cream-snacks."
The eldest to the youngest: "You know what? If you step on this wrapping paper one more time, I'm going to give YOUR present to your brother!"
The youngest continues to tiptoe onto the paper...
The eldest: "Ugh. That's it. Hey C. (middle child)! I have the best present for you. It's so great, you're going to love it!"
The youngest, who has now jumped away from the paper, runs and whispers to his brother: "Shhhhh! It's all lies! You will not like that present at all."
The youngest: "Should we make Jesus a birthday cake?"Me: I don't know. Do you think he would like one?
The youngest: "He will if it's chocolate..."
In all seriousness...
We are usually always joking or teasing each other about something. It's how our family works. But we are also kind when it matters most. I say it often. The people that live in my house are everything to me. There was so much to listen to on the news this past week. In my bouts of tears, when I wasn't asking, "Why?" or sneaking in to check on my babies (19, 14 and 8) in the middle of the night, this is what I really heard:
The eldest: "I was in my room last night and I was thinking about you and dad and this house and I realized, at this very moment, 'I feel safe.'"
The middle child: "You know you don't have to worry so much about us. We'll go to school and you'll do your thing and we all will know we love each other."
The youngest: "Mom, I know you have friends and dad, but if you ever need to, when you're sad, you can always talk to me."
Thanks once again to the Fly's creator, Karen @ Baking In a Tornado, AKA Follow Me Home's biggest cheerleader, for hosting this challenge!
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Happy "It's okay to peek, just this once" Day, friends!!