Serious Conversations

I let the kids listen to a Christian comedian that we love. Sure, I hadn’t heard the entire thing yet, but we’d watched his previous comedy so I didn’t give it a second thought.

I’m in the other room which has the magical property of making the kids think I’m not in listening range.
I’m working when I hear the comedian tell a story about getting the word “prostate” and “prostrate” mixed up.
My eldest child’s friend gasps and turns the recording off.

“What? What? What does that mean?” my youngest begs.

“That’s a conversation for you to have with your parents when you’re much older…like when you’re 30,” the friend responds.

“But YOU’RE not thirty,” my youngest counters.

“Yeah, but we ride the bus,” my eldest deadpans.

End of conversation. At least the conversation I heard, because I had to run upstairs to keep them from hearing me laugh.

Perspective

Sometimes you are so used to something that you forget how others might see it.

I made hummus today. And a few stray chickpeas managed to escape my food processor.

“Mom, what is this?”

“A chickpea,” I said, as I added some cumin, cayenne, and garlic.

“What?”

“A chickpea,” I said again, a little exasperated since I was busy. “It’s also called a garbanzo bean.”

“Mom, let’s just stick with garbanzo bean. Chick pee just sounds disgusting.”

I frowned, until suddenly, I burst out laughing and couldn’t stop. And now, I can never call a garbanzo bean a chickpea again.

That Time of Year Again

You know it’s cold and flu season when the candy jar is filled with cough drops.  Even worse when family members say, “Good idea!”

Sigh.

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving being thankful for all you had, and then a wonderful Black Friday trying to get stuff you don’t have. ( ;

Besides the coughing and sniffing, we had a wonderful time eating and hanging out and decorating.

And from what I sense will be the first and last (no sleep!) annual tradition of sleeping by the Christmas tree, I attempted to take a picture of the kiddos in their sleeping bags basking in the glow of the tree only to find out that my kids deem pictures in their pajamas to be off limits – “We require 36 hours notice for those kind of pics,” my daughter said.  Sniff sniff.  They make me proud, I’ve taught them so well.

Do we have gifts under the tree?  Uh no.  As the kids’ friends who drop by always find out, they’re empty.  I put empty bags underneath until we have real gifts.  Why?  Because it always reminds me of this moment years ago … fast forward to the last 20 seconds if you’re short on time.
And, apologies on the quality… it was taken years before HD and good internet speed.

Break Bits

Thanksgiving break is already going fast.  And with my children growing up way too fast (come on, you have to say that at least once during the holiday season, even if it’s to your own children), I find my camera, kitchen, and craft cabinet often occupied by the kiddos…and their friends.

But this morning was a blissful morning where we got up with the sun.   Days that I get to sleep-in are perhaps the only days that I’m thankful the sun doesn’t make its ascent until almost 8 a.m.

So we ate breakfast as a family before heading our separate directions.  And dear daughter was desperate to get a little tube time.  With a crazy teen schedule, she doesn’t spend much if any time loafing.  So she turned on the hulu (we don’t have cable) and pulled up an episode of Cupcake Wars.  Have you seen this show?  I know we are way behind the times but it was my first glimpse at the show.

It brought about several emotional responses among the kids:

a: “OH! I just want to make cake now!  But I also want to loaf. I’m totally adding cake-making to my holiday break to-do list!”

b: “OH!  This just makes me so hungry!  I know we just ate breakfast but Mom can we puh-lease have some chocolate for a snack now? Please????”  (the answer was “uh. no.”)

c:  yawn.  “This show would be so much better if they stopped with all the drama about eliminating someone and instead just shot them with frosting bullets.”

Can you guess who said what? ( :