Thursday, September 29, 2005
Why You Should Pay Attention to Your Kids...
This is the reason why, even when blogging, you should pay attention to your kids. While I was writing the post about our day earlier this evening, I heard Big A in the fridge. I am now referring to him as Big A, because he really is a solid kid. He may only be 22 months old, but he can knock down his older siblings. Anyway, so I hear him in the fridge which is typical because the boy thinks that if he's hungry he might as well help himself to some cheese or a hot dog.
Since this is such a common occurrence now, I just remind here at the computer typing and hollered "Get Out of the Fridge!" I actually had to yell twice, but then he came bouncing into the family room to join the rest of us. I ended my post and went into the kitchen to add the peppers to the "Peppered Steak and Rice" and Big A follows me in; of course hoping that something may drop that he can eat. I add the peppers, turn around and see him grinning by the fridge. I take a step forward, inquiring about what he may want, and look down to find that he was not getting cheese a few moments back, he was breaking eggs on my floor. Oh, was he proud of himself.
I only had three eggs left in the carton, so I placed the one remaining egg on the fridge shelf and disposed of the container and the crack eggs and egg juice all over my floor. I call my mom, ask a cooking question, notice J just got home and turn around to see Big A in the fridge again. This time he wants his drink refilled. As I approach to fill the drink I notice Big A heading away from the fridge. Big A threw away the remaining egg. He was so happy and I can only imagine what he was thinking. It had to go something like this...
"Mom, you are such a crazy fool. You threw away the other eggs, but you forgot this one. I guess I'll just fix your screw-up." - - Plop the pretty, intact egg goes in the trash.
I love my kids; they are such helpful little boogers.
Since this is such a common occurrence now, I just remind here at the computer typing and hollered "Get Out of the Fridge!" I actually had to yell twice, but then he came bouncing into the family room to join the rest of us. I ended my post and went into the kitchen to add the peppers to the "Peppered Steak and Rice" and Big A follows me in; of course hoping that something may drop that he can eat. I add the peppers, turn around and see him grinning by the fridge. I take a step forward, inquiring about what he may want, and look down to find that he was not getting cheese a few moments back, he was breaking eggs on my floor. Oh, was he proud of himself.
I only had three eggs left in the carton, so I placed the one remaining egg on the fridge shelf and disposed of the container and the crack eggs and egg juice all over my floor. I call my mom, ask a cooking question, notice J just got home and turn around to see Big A in the fridge again. This time he wants his drink refilled. As I approach to fill the drink I notice Big A heading away from the fridge. Big A threw away the remaining egg. He was so happy and I can only imagine what he was thinking. It had to go something like this...
"Mom, you are such a crazy fool. You threw away the other eggs, but you forgot this one. I guess I'll just fix your screw-up." - - Plop the pretty, intact egg goes in the trash.
I love my kids; they are such helpful little boogers.
