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Posts keep drifting into my head and then right back out again. It sure would be nice to have memory cells. I will leave off my theory about where they go for now- I’ve thrown enough of my more ‘interesting’ theories around lately.
Thanksgiving was quiet, just us five here. There was enough food for 12 people. It was really overdoing things a bit considering that the two adults are dieting and two of the kids don’t eat very much. The Boy has been known to eat as much as me so he counts more than kid status. (We are already dreading our food bill when he reaches teenagedom.) We’ve had tons of leftovers. I made a wonderful turkey nachos and a turkey, stuffing and cheese casserole. I think we’ll take a break tonight.
It’s been cold outside so the kids haven’t been out much. I make them go out but it doesn’t take long before they are complaining of being cold. I made them run around the house two times this morning before I let them back in. But they still have plenty of energy and are doing the ‘wild thing’ here in the house which drives me nuts. There is only so much running and screaming and yelling these old nerves can take. Plus there are the considerable ‘accidents’ that come from rough housing. I have become hard hearted and tell them that if they choose to act that way then they have to accept the consequences and most importantly of all- don’t come crying to me! I really appreciated how well they played together on Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I was cooking away in the kitchen when they decided to have a birthday part for a favorite stuffed animal. They pulled out all the stuffed animals, gathering them around the honoree and sang Happy Birthday. It kept them occupied for quite some time and it was fun to hear them cooperating together. Of course, it took some time before all the stuffed party guests were put back in their homes but a Mother can’t have everything.
The Col. may be sleeping slightly more better. (I like to use good grammar to impress you all.) But some of it may be that he is going to bed every night between 7-9 so even if he wakes up at 3:30 he has gotten a fair amount of sleep. It’s not the best for family life but at least he’s more alert during the day. Or at least, that’s the theory. I know, I know, I promised no harebrained theories for this post but it just slipped out.
I had better go before I let anything else slip.
Have I ever told you what I think about the number three?
The Boy comes by his hollow leg honestly.
DH remembers with no small amount of amazement The Col.’s appetite during the days before the word “diet” existed in his vocabulary. As she tells it: We’d had lasagne for dinner for one of the first meals he ate with our family, way back when. We’d all finished eating and DH was about to put dessert on the table. The Col. looked at us, looked at the 1/4 pan of lasagne remaining, looked at us again, said, “Does anyone want any more of this?” and then finished it off — scraped the pan clean. It was a 9″x13″ pan, and this was after he’d already had a second helping.
So, prepare yourself. By the time teenagedom arrives, you might be cashing in The Boy’s college fund and expanding the garden in order to fill that hollow leg. And the other one. And his hollow arms. You may eventually even manage to fill his stomach (but not for long).
Comment by Arat — November 28, 2007 @ 8:51 am