Hey-O! Welcome to the June Fly on the Wall Group Challenge. This month, 11 awesome bloggers and I are describing what it would be like if you were to take a peek inside our homes....
Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on.. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Get in there!
A., the eldest (daughter, 19)
C., The middle (son, 15)
J., The youngest (son, 8)
Our dogs: Lila and Henry
Me: (continuing on with our tradition of breakfast in bed...) "Would you like pancakes? How about an omelet? French toast?
The man: "Wow, any of those sound great."
Me: "Good, get up. We're going to Denny's."
***Me: "Did you finish Dad's card? What does it say?"
J.: "Lots of things. Mostly that he's the best dad I've ever had."
A. "The best? Who was your second best dad?"
J: (looking at me, confused) "Huh?"
Me: "Yeah, I'm not touching that."
J: "Mom, you're going to be SO mad at Henry..."
Me: "Do NOT tell me he peed on your floor.. I spent the whole day steam-cleaning that carpet!"
J: "He didn't pee....He pooped."
Me: (running up the stairs) "You've got to be kidding me!"
J: "Nope. Not kidding...(following me to continue his tattling) and I think he ate crayons. It's rainbow poop!"
***A.: "Henry peed on the kitchen floor last night. It was kind of funny. It was an exact straight line; it went on forever."
Me: "What? Did you stop him and put him outside?"
A.: "I cleaned it up, but I didn't stop him. He just kept going. And going. Straight as an arrow. It was incredible."
***Me: (getting very close to Henry's cute, little face). "If you keep peeing on my floor, I'm going to have to take that little "thing"of yours off..."
The Man: "Aw. Welcome to our home, Henry. You're family now."
Keepin' Up the House:
The man: "Are we going to keep these paint chips pinned to the wall forever? They're all over the house."
Me: "I'm waiting to see which ones I like. I have to see them in the light during all times of the day."
The man: "Are you waiting to see how they look in the light of all four seasons?"
***Me: "Are you planning on fixing the fireplace anytime soon?"
The man: "It's summer, woman!"
Me: "That's what you said last summer." (We're go-getters, people.)
***Me: "I'm cleaning out the freezer in the garage. This is the time, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but you guys have 48 hours to eat the rest of the twin pops and ice cream sandwiches. After that, everything gets thrown out."
J: (racing his brother, sister AND dad to the garage door) "This is the best day of my whole life!"
That Awkward Moment:
-When you're hanging out on your bed with your daughter. You have wet hair and a mud mask on. She has braided her hair and has her retainer in. You're both in sweats and sharing a 1 pound box of fudge. You're doing this whilst making fun of "Toddlers and Tiaras," which is blaring on the TV. "Who watches this crap?" one of you asks. Neither answers, nor do either of you change the channel. For two hours.
-When you find out that your 15 year old, who is staying with his awesome grandparents so he can attend an art camp, has been allowed to buy throwing knives. Three of them. In the midst of your fit-throwing, the boy gives you the aforementioned 1 pound box of fudge. Like that's going to make you forget. Hmm? What were you saying, again?
-When you ask who forgot to flush the toilet and everyone says, "It wasn't me". Your youngest then says, "Well, I don't think it was me. What does it look like?" Yeah, that.
Finally, the text conversation winner for June:
C. (the 15 year old, from his grandparents' house): I just witnessed a horse getting castrated. #scarredforlife."
Me: What? Where?
C.: In the barn. Grandpa called the vet over to neuter one of his stallions.
C.: I'll send you a picture if you'd like.
Me: Um, no thanks. I'm eating.
C. : Your loss.
Me : I'm broken hearted over it.
C. : I'm feeling queasy.
Me: I hope you don't have meatballs for dinner.
C. :No chance. Had them last night. BTW, these are actually white.
Me: Ack! TMI.
C. The vet had to use a razor blade. He had to cut twice.
Me: Well, that makes sense. Poor horse.
C: Don't worry, they gave it a shot. It just fell over. It's knocked out.
Me: That's the way to do it, I guess. Hey, I thought you'd be sleeping by now. It is summer vacation!
C. Nope, I will never sleep again!
Me: Nightmares! You better wear your long pants to bed.
C.: I think you missed the part about me NEVER sleeping.
Me: I think this is the perfect inspiration for your art. Haha!
C: No wonder Van Gogh cut off his own ear.
Thanks once again for stopping by, and to the Fly's AMAZING creator, Karen @ Baking In a Tornado, aka "The lady who celebrated her one year blogiversary!", for hosting this challenge! Would you like to join in the next FLY challenge? Click on the FLY button on my side bar. Karen will more than take care of you.
Take a look at what the other bloggers have going on inside their homes. Go do it! Leave them a comment. You know you want to...
Evil Joy Speaks
Happy "There's No Place Like Home" Day, friends :)
Happy "There's No Place Like Home" Day, friends :)