Friday Funnies: Flashback

These are really old Friday Funnies below. I found them in a post I created that I hadn't published for some reason.

Yesterday as the boys and I were leaving Qdoba a man offered to hold the door open for us. He was a Caucasian man in his late 50's dressed really nicely in a suit. As he held the door open, N stopped in his tracks and made a funny face at the man. I motioned him along and said thanks to the man. When we got outside my son said, "Mom! That was President Obama!"

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The other day N was picking grass, rocks and leaves off the bushes to make something. I asked him what he was making and he said, "Chinapple Soup." When I asked him what was in Chinapple soup he said, "Apples, a little vanilla, some flour and chinese food all mixed together."

I was exercising at home the other day. N was in the basement with me. I was doing push ups in front of him. He was watching very closely and after a while said, "Mom, you're awesome!"

N sees the commercial on TV for Lumineers on the channel he watches. The other day he told me he needs lumineers 'cause he hides his smile. (This is what they say in the commercial).

We watched the movie "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs." Later in the day N and I were pretending that food was falling from the sky. I said I was catching meatballs and he said he was catching Laughing Cow Cheese. He took a pretend bite and laughed. He said the laughing cow cheese made him laugh!

While playing Legos N said, "Agggh! I'm so thrustrated!!! I can't get this to stay together!"

One more step

Today N took one more step towards being all grown up. (Sniffle, sniffle from Mommy). I have been parking my car and walking him into the school every morning. Your other choice is to drive in the drop off line and let your child out at the front door of the school. The child has to get their seat belt off, get their backpack on, open and close the car door and walk into the building by themselves. The doors of the school are a bit heavy, so the child has to be able to open the door (or wait for an older kid to open it for them). N's been wanting to do this, but I have not been allowing him to do it because he's my "dee-dawdler." He moves at his own sweet little slow pace and I didn't want to hold up the drop off line because of it. This morning he asked yet another time if he could walk in by himself. I talked to him about it, told him all the steps to getting out of the car and asked him if he could do them and he said yes. I told him we could try it today. I also told him I wouldn't be able to hug him before he got out of the car. He immediately gave me a big, long hug, jumped in the car and said, "I'll miss ya Mom." He was determined to do it. So, I let him do it. He did a great job. Before he got out of the car he asked me to roll down his window so he could yell Goodbye to L. I did and they exchanged their farewells. N said, "See you when I get off the bus." Then he walked into the building... I must admit...Part of the reason I didn't want him to walk into the building alone is 'cause I like to walk him in and I like to see him get to the gym for my own peace of mind. I guess I just need to let him grow up a little bit more and be a little more independent when he's ready to take those steps. As long as they're baby steps I guess I'm okay with it. :)

Welcome Home, Honey!

Two posts two days in a row? I know, I'm surprised too. So, if you didn't see Friday's post, check it out after you read this one. :)

D went on a work trip this week. He doesn't travel much, but, when he does, he tries to be gone the fewest nights possible (Is that too many commas in one sentence? Apparently I need to revisit high school grammar.). This time around he planned it so that he'd fly home on a Thursday evening, but he wouldn't be home until midnight or later. Fortunately his flight went faster than he thought and he arrived at the airport early. He texted me when he landed at the airport and told me he was on his way home....problem is, for whatever reason, his phone did not deliver the text message (or I didn't recieve the message) for nearly an hour after he sent it. The drive from the airport he landed at is about an hour from our house. So, he landed at 9:45 pm and sent me the text. I recieved the text at 10:45 thinking he wouldn't be home until 11:45. I got the text just a few minutes before he got home, but I wasn't expecting him for another hour. I had gone upstairs to get ready for bed when I heard "someone" rustling around in the kitchen! I thought someone was robbing our house! I was shaking like a leaf I was so scare, so I called 911! No joke! I called 911, I gave them our address, told them someone was in my house and I was ready to gather up the boys and, I don't know, hide in a closet or something until the police arrived. At the same time that I was on the phone with the police, I called D. I don't know why I thought I was going to call two people at once and I don't know what I thought D was going to do, but I called him. And it's a good thing I did because when I called him, I heard his phone ring downstairs! I hung up and called him again and put together that the "robber" in our house was not a robber and was, in fact, my husband! (I was calling D's cell phone while still on the land line with 911) He started walking up the stairs to ask me why I was calling him and I quickly told the dispatcher I was so, so sorry that my husband got home early from a business trip. I told her the person in my house was not a robber and we did not need the police. She asked me if I was sure it was my hubby and when I said yes she and I both let out a big sigh of relief! Phew!! How's that for a welcome home?!

Friday Funnies

A couple weeks ago the boys and I were stopping by McDonald's for lunch. On the way there N and I were talking about what we were going to order. When I asked him if he wanted white pop (Sprite), water or milk he said....."Actually, Mom. I'll have a beer." I laughed for a couple minutes, then I did the adult thing and said, "N you can't drink beer until you're a Daddy...."

We have a tradition of eating McDonald's for breakfast on Saturday mornings. Every single time we get McD's for breakfast we ask N what he wants and he always says a Happy Meal (HM). Then we have a conversation about how McD's does not make HM until lunch time. N came up with a solution for that. He said, "Mom. I want to tell you something. You should go to McD's at night and buy a Happy Meal. Then you should warm it up in the morning so I can eat it for breakfast. Then I would have a Happy Meal for breakfast!" I do appreciate his problem solving skills. :)

Something has happened to the Leapstar my sister so graciously handed down to us. I bet this Leapstar is a 11 or 12 years old as it was given to my nephew when he was old enough to play it. N and L have enjoyed playing with it. However, it is now on the fritz. N and I tried yet another time to put new batteries in it to see if that would revive it. What N doesn't understand, or won't accept is that the machine could possibly have just burnt out. After changing the batteries I left the Leapstar and our little mini screw driver on the kitchen table to research online for possible ways to fix it. In the five minutes it took me to do so, N had started to disassemble it. I turned around and he had half the screws out of it! I asked him what he was doing and he said, "I want to see it's blood vessels so I can figure out what's wrong with it. (And without skipping a beat continued with) Can I have another screw driver?"

N is getting the swing of eating lunch at school.The school serves a variety of food options and does a pretty good job of including fruits and veggies with each meal. My son, however, is a picker eater. I have looked at the lunch menu with his choosy tendencies in mind. I see several things he would like, but there are very few days that he would like the entire meal....or even enough of a meal to fill his belly. I sat down with him and looked over the menu for September to see if he wants to try anything. We found five days of the month that have a meal (or most of a meal) that he wants to try. N told me, "They have teeter tots at school, Mom. I want to try those teeter tots...Oh and the cheeseburger looks good." Low and behold "teeter tots" and cheeseburgers are served in the same meal this month! Yay! We have ourselves a winner! It's a good thing I enjoy making his lunch 'cause we'll be doing that most days. :)