It's almost 11 and I'm just eating breakfast. It's not that I slept in, I've been up for quite a while now. It's just that I didn't want cheerios. Again. I decided to make granola. I've never made cereal granola before, but I have made granola bars, so I figured I could handle it. I may have been wrong. I may have over-baked a bit. There is a bit of a "smokey" flavor going on. Or maybe my jaw muscles are out of shape. How can something be so crisp and chewy at the same time? I'm letting it soak in some milk to try to soften things up a bit.
While I'm here, I'll catch you up on the high points of the week. The baby seems to have grown a little. She can now reach things on the counters. She also figured out how to use one of my bread pans as a stool. Nothing is safe. Nothing.
The other night, my son informed me that his nose felt funny... like it was going to throw up. I tried to get him to explain what exactly nose throw up feels like and he didn't know. We still don't know. I am constantly having to listen to the great world of 6 year old boy humor. Basically anything with the words poop or fart counts as high humor.
The lilacs have started to bloom. I love that I can smell them before I see them. There are trees in bloom everywhere. I do love this time of year.
For some reason the other day, I decided to sew. I had seen a pattern for extra large diaper covers being used as night time underwear. Since I have a pile of old baby towels and a son that sleeps too deeply some nights, I thought I'd whip one up. It went very quickly and I was very pleased with myself until I held up the finished product. Oh, my. Did I mention that they were extra large? I suddenly realized that
I could possibly fit into these underwear. Here's a picture with a pair of his actual underwear to the right, just so you can see the comparison. I held them up and started laughing uncontrollably. I just spent the last few hours sewing
underwear of all things and completely useless underwear at that. The baby assumed I was laughing at her and joined in as well. I laughed till I cried and then I laughed some more. And when my son got home, I made him try them on and I laughed even more. My husband came home and laughed with me a bit and now, everytime he leaves he asks me if I'm planning on making any more underwear and we both start laughing once again. I think I need to get out more.
Well, my bowl of rock-hard granola is almost gone. I'd better get to work, and not with the sewing machine!
Ha! Those are pretty big!! & can't help but LOL about the "nose throw up"!!
ReplyDeleteI just read your comment on my blog...you would have gone crazy for all the cheap wool sweaters @ that thrift store!! Not a single one was over $1 !!
Oh, this is too funny. I'm sure the underwear joke will live long and prosper long after your son has outgrown them. :)
ReplyDeleteAll males have a specific gene that makes them think that farts are funny. You are not alone.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry - that's too funny! Will he still be needing that "extra protection" when they actually fit? (when he's like, 10?) Hee hee hee!
ReplyDeleteOh, yep, nothing is sacred any more, she's making her own stools and reaching the counter. You're gonna need eyes in back of your head!
.....and now I am laughing uncontrolably. Not so much at the underwear,they are not that bad, but at the six year old and their choice of vocabulary.My two grandchildren are 6 and 10, and the ten year old has made up a whole song about the same subjects.Poop and Farting. Her brother has memorized it,too, and when they want to bug me and Pop, they sing it in unison,knowing we hate it when they use those words. I have tried to discourage it, but I think it only makes things worse. I think ignoring them works better.I guess this problem is universal.
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