My highlights this weekend were the smiles my kids brought to my face.
Let me set up the first situation. It is Friday evening. No Sign of Chris yet (past dinner time) and no cell phone to call (left it in the car). I am done with kids and need a break. I banish them all to downstairs to play and cause mayhem galore - as long as I cannot see it or hear it I don't care at this point. I decide to work on some Relief Society projects. I get all my supplies and turn on the TV - to help make sure I do not know what is going on downstairs. I don't really know what is on TV as I get pretty involved in making invitations. 10 or 15 minutes passes by when Chad sneaks upstairs. I don't really notice him until he starts a conversation with me.
Chad starts with, "Mom, we should be happy right?"
My automatic reply, "yea, uh huh."
Chad, "Mom, we should be happy all the time."
Me, "Yes, Chad. Why are you upstairs?"
Chad continuing, "Mom, we should be happy just like Bob, huh? Bob is always happy!"
What is that kid talking about??????? "Chad, who is Bob?"
Chad, "You know mom, Bob right there."
I finally look up at Chad and see that he is watching the TV. I look towards the TV and see that the wonderfully exaggerated Enzyte commercial is on. Chad is watching Happy Bob the Enzyte druggie.
His eyes are still clued on the TV and he is still muttering about being happy like Bob. I hold it in as long as I can but then my laughter just spews out.
Chad gives me a quizzical look and then lectures me. "Mom, don't laugh at Bob. Bob is a good guy. We should all be happy like Bob." And then I really lose it.
Poor Chad, completely clueless about why I am laughing. And after gaining my composure I again banish Chad to the basement. He wasn't too happy about that or smiling as he grudgingly stomped back down the stairs. Guess he wasn't happy like Bob.
Second situation. Guilt, guilt, guilt loaded on my mind as I haven't done much cooking lately. (I seem to be deathly allergic to the kitchen lately.) I usually don't cook much of a dinner on Sunday. We usually do left overs or "breakfast" for dinner. But today I felt like I had better make something nice. So I threw a chicken and stuffing casserole in the oven, made some rice, and warmed up some green beans. A dinner that I was hoping everyone would eat at least some of (I have a family of picky eaters).
After loading food on every ones plate and saying the prayer we all dug in quite hungrily (Sean excluded - who decided it was more fun to keep climbing over the back of the couch than eat food). I was already pretty proud of myself for the effort of actually putting a decent meal on the table. Then out of the blue Chad tells me that his dinner is, "delicious, delectable, and delightful." Upon which Halle adds, "And it tastes good too mom."
It was finally nice to have my dinner appreciated by my kids. Half an hour later (everyone else is done eating) I finally manage to get Sean to eat 3 spoons of rice and 4 very small pieces of chicken. How he manages to keep growing and keep filling up his diapers is a mystery to me!!!!
4 comments:
Funny about Bob. I cooked last night too and felt awfully good about myself.
Lara, you are a saint. Even if you didn't cook at all!
That is so funny about Bob. Love this story and aren't you glad you wrote it down?
What a funny "Bob" story - I will always think of Chad when I see that commercial now!
I also love your temple post. My ancestors came from a little town outside Preston called Downham. They were converted by an amazing missionary, Heber C. Kimball, in the 1830s. I'm so thankful for missionaries in that area! :-)
I also have a family of picky eaters. It is hard to be motivated to do something that takes a lot of effort (at least for me) and then have no one eat it.
I love Chad's "Bob" story.
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