Last week when Wayne went shopping, he came home with Twinkies. (For all of those who don't know, Wayne does all of the grocery shopping! I must be the luckiest person ever!)
We have never had Twinkies in the house as I think they are very gross and horrible for you as well.
J. was home last Friday due to a Dr.'s appt. When we were unloading the groceries, I explained to him that Twinkies aren't good for you. I may have said that too many might make you fat (I don't remember.)
Anyway, later the entire family was together and J. was telling his sisters about the Fat Cakes!
They had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but I told them that he must mean Twinkies and why J. must have started to call them that.
Now we often call Twinkies "Fat Cakes".
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Really?...Ummmm.......gross.
I need to preface my remarks by saying that I was exhausted for a bunch of the day yesterday. When I am tired, I am less coherent.
On Sunday S. was showing me her loose tooth. I didn't think it was very loose and I thought it would take at least 2 weeks to come out.
Yesterday morning S. mentioned that her mouth hurt where her loose tooth was. I told her that she could have tylenol if she wanted. In the meantime, we dropped K. off at the bus stop and came home. Within 5-10 minutes, S. told me she didn't need tylenol.
When I finally understood what she was saying (I told you I was tired and less coherent!), I asked "Why?" to which she replied, "Because my tooth fell out!" Boy was I surprised!!
I dutifully took the tooth and put it in a ziploc bag and put it on the kitchen shelf.
As we were running behind yesterday, I was dashing around trying to get things done. Everything was finally accomplished and off they went to school.
After they were on the bus and I was home, I did a bit of cleaning. I knew I needed to put her tooth in a safe place so she could show Wayne and then put it under her pillow last night. Well...I couldn't find it! I looked on the counters, on the island, in the living room, and I even thought that in my stupor I may have thrown it away, so I looked in the garbage (not too far down though!). Nope, not there either.
Hmmmm...I didn't know where else to look so I temporarily gave up.
Fast forward to the S. coming home. - S. told me that I had put her sandwich in the ziploc with her tooth!
I felt horrible and with a cringe asked, "Did you eat the sandwich?" (Now, I totally would not have blamed her if she didn't and I know many people who wouldn't have.) She said that she ate most of it.
While I felt happy that she had not gone hungry, I felt bad that I had put her sandwich in with her tooth.
Thankfully today I am feeling much more rested. :)
On Sunday S. was showing me her loose tooth. I didn't think it was very loose and I thought it would take at least 2 weeks to come out.
Yesterday morning S. mentioned that her mouth hurt where her loose tooth was. I told her that she could have tylenol if she wanted. In the meantime, we dropped K. off at the bus stop and came home. Within 5-10 minutes, S. told me she didn't need tylenol.
When I finally understood what she was saying (I told you I was tired and less coherent!), I asked "Why?" to which she replied, "Because my tooth fell out!" Boy was I surprised!!
I dutifully took the tooth and put it in a ziploc bag and put it on the kitchen shelf.
As we were running behind yesterday, I was dashing around trying to get things done. Everything was finally accomplished and off they went to school.
After they were on the bus and I was home, I did a bit of cleaning. I knew I needed to put her tooth in a safe place so she could show Wayne and then put it under her pillow last night. Well...I couldn't find it! I looked on the counters, on the island, in the living room, and I even thought that in my stupor I may have thrown it away, so I looked in the garbage (not too far down though!). Nope, not there either.
Hmmmm...I didn't know where else to look so I temporarily gave up.
Fast forward to the S. coming home. - S. told me that I had put her sandwich in the ziploc with her tooth!
I felt horrible and with a cringe asked, "Did you eat the sandwich?" (Now, I totally would not have blamed her if she didn't and I know many people who wouldn't have.) She said that she ate most of it.
While I felt happy that she had not gone hungry, I felt bad that I had put her sandwich in with her tooth.
Thankfully today I am feeling much more rested. :)
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