Surviving

Matt and I have discussed in length how long the kids would survive at home if something happened to us and they were stuck at home.  I think it could be up to 3 weeks or longer depending on when the food runs out. I just don't think they could make it to the grocery store and back without someone figuring out something is up. But 3 weeks is a long time and while I'm happy they are so independent, it does cause some issues when I run to change or vacuum my bedroom and come back to the kitchen to discover Millie has had 20 snacks and is no longer hungry for dinner. They are able to do laundry, finish homework and even cook (microwave popcorn is a fave).

Matalley likes to show off her scrambled egg making skills. It also means that my threats of, "If you don't eat dinner, then you'll have to cook dinner tomorrow night" don't really threaten much. Matalley is more than likely to say, "Okay" with a big smile on her face. More scrambled egg practice or PBJ making with extra jelly. Yesterday Grayson managed to move his entire drum set from the workshop into his bedroom and hold a band practice (with his sisters) before I realized what was going on. I guess I should get use to earplugs...shutting doors doesn't really keep the noise of beating drums out.

In addition to useless threats, I have made some pretty stupid comments in my attempt to reason with my children. For instance, in trying to convince Grayson to go on a ski trip, I said, "If you want to win the lottery, you have to buy a ticket." But Grayson please don't buy a lottery ticket, it's a waste of money. Come to think of it, maybe don't take up skiing. It's expensive.

When readying the house for guests I said, "I don't care if you don't feel good, CLEAN your room." Which is a perfectly logical way to make them pouty and serving with a negative attitude....exactly the way to make a house guest feel welcome. Ha.

My statements are not for naught, though. Grayson has picked up on them and has his share of silliness. Recently a friend chided Grayson for missing a football catch by calling him "Helen Keller." Grayson was not happy and very offended at the thought of being called a girl (apparently the blind part didn't bother him because when Matt asked if he would rather be called "Stevie Wonder," he said yes).

The last 2 weeks have been hectic with the start of a new job during the same time that Millie came down with a stomach bug.

Basically she doesn't like to poop but that's a three year ordeal. She makes up for it in cuteness by calling me Mama Kalley and telling Matt, "I not say prayer, you say prayer." We were elated that she was able to go to "Jemmifer's" today. So now I can focus at work and spend more minutes trying to figure out if I'm talking to Matalley or Lola on the phone (they sound exactly alike).