Friday, March 22, 2013

Fly on the wall

Have you ever thought about what people might think if they saw what goes on behind-the-scenes at your house? Do you ever wonder what it would be like to catch a glimpse of someone else’s daily life? Here’s your chance. Today 13 bloggers are inviting you into their homes to be a fly on the wall.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:                                                                                                                                                       

A few nights ago husband and I were preparing the boys for bed. Boy2 was slurping on a go-gurt as a last minute snack. When it was his time to get PJs on I asked where the wrapper was. 
Me: "Where's the go-gurt wrapper?"
Boy2 brings hands to mouth and giggles
Me - scanning the room, sniffing the air, chuckling at his mischievousness: "I can smell it. Where is it?" 
Boy2 giggles more
Me: "Seriously kid, where is it?"
Husband: "Come on, tell us."
Boy2 has a major case of the giggles going on and points at husband sitting on the bed
Boy2: "Daddy is sitting on it." Uncontrollable giggles are escaping him. 
We all bust a gut laughing as husband stands up with a go-gurt wrapper stuck to his ass. 
Tip: freeze a tube and add it to a lunchbox. By lunch time they are unfrozen, but still chilled

The scene as "Ultimate Romantic Husband" walks into the kitchen...
URH: *belch*
URH: "Can I grab your boob?" 
This is real, people. I really got this lucky!

This is a short homework assignment Darling (15 y/o) did for school. The idea was to write a brief, but precise set of instructions on how to make or do something. She melts my heart at the end, it's the simple things :)
"Before when I was younger my mom would make me my favorite sandwich, peanut butter and jelly. She would start by gathering the materials. She pulls out creamy peanut butter, strawberry jelly, wheat bread, a knife and a plate. After this she would open the peanut butter and use the knife to swiftly scoop some out. Then she spread the peanut butter evenly throughout both pieces of bread. Next she would take out the jelly and spread it nicely on the peanut butter slices. After this is done she would put the two pieces together. She would then do my favorite part. My mom would cut from one corner of bread to the opposite corner making two triangles. Finally I would eat the sandwich. Now that I am older I make my own sandwiches I make them the exact same way as my mom except I leave out one part. I don’t cut them into triangles. I don’t have time to waste cutting the sandwich in half. Even if I did have enough time I wouldn’t make the triangles as great as my mom can do."

The gym is quite possibly the most embarrassing place for me. Here's just one of my episodes:
*During a lower body workout, we were working the crap out of our legs. After about 25 minutes of this, our instructor told us to do a tricky jump move. She showed us. Looked easy enough. Well, when you have weak wobbly legs... this move is not easy. I jumped and landed straight on my ass. As luck would have it, I was in the front row of class that night.

Boy3 walks up to me with the sweetest look on his face. I'm cooking lunch. I smile at him. He turns around, points his butt in my direction and blows me a toot. He giggles his little face off and runs away. Momma's smile removed. 


Me to Boy3: “Go lay back down”
Boy3: “No, you go lay down”
If only I could take demands from my 2 year old…

Boy1 says he can run in a circle for one hour. I accept his challenge and set the timer...
The running starts,
Shirt ripped off at 12 minutes,
Stopped at 23 minutes. He didn't make it an hour but I was still impressed.
Good job kiddo! 

And lastly I'll leave you with this thought....

Toys are constantly spread across the living floor. Some even find there way into the kitchen either on the floor, the counter or the table. A lot of days I can handle the "bless this mess" condition of my house. Other days I am so ready to be rid of matchbox cars, Legos, trains and toy remotes. 

When I have these frustrating moments I often remind myself that when the toys go away so do the little boys. I remind myself to enjoy this day, forget about the mess, because I'll never get these moments back. My little men will grow up in a blink of an eye. I will watch them graduate, move away and start their adult lives. I will think to myself how much I miss those little feet padding across the hardwood floor and the creative imaginations that explode out of them at playtime and the wonder in their eyes when they discover something new and exciting. 

For Darling, she's 15 already. The tears escape as I know she'll be leaving for college in 3 years. I already miss the little sassy version of herself. Her and I butt heads often, but our bond is incredible. She is a daughter anyone would be proud to have. She will do good things with her life. She already makes this world a better and brighter place. 

**I don't take credit for any of the photos. All photos were taken from Pinterest.


  1. Wow, you really took me through the gamut of emotions. I started reading and laughed and laughed. Then, by the time I got to the end I was crying. I just made the down payment on the college of my son's choice for next year. And my other son is only a year behind him. . .

  2. I am with Karen! I was laughing through the first and blinking tears at the last.
    My oldest just left to go out on his own a few months ago. It is SOOOOOO hard. I just want to grab him and make him come home.

  3. Laughter, tears, laughter, tears.
    As if PMS wasn't making me crazy enough!!! Awesome post.

  4. Your post and family are adorable. Love the quotes from your kids and man.
    I agree wholeheartedly on enjoying the little ones. My daughter is nineteen. I swear I was just yelling about picking up Polly-Pocket pieces. Now it's Legos and video games with my younger two, but still; it's speeding by. Hold on!

  5. I keep telling myself the same thing about my daughter's art supplies. She is four, almost five, and I am painfully aware of it. It will disappear before I know it. I need to live more in the moment!

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