Well, Back at it

I've been dreading this time... dreading the mindless time spent on the treadmill... ugh... but at 10 months post-partum, it's time to be serious... I've got a lot to lose and frankly, if one more MAN asks me if #7 is "in there", I'm going to have to kick him in the groin.

A new tradition

The kids are getting older and are starting to actually take an interest in football... and not just Rams football. All football. Yay!

Backstory.... Once, just after TJ and I met, he called me on a Monday evening during football season and asked what I had going on that night. I told him I was on my way to a campus bar (Gasp!) to watch Monday Night Football. He claims that was when he knew I was the one. :)

ANYWAY, so now that the kids are interested, we've started a fun family game where we are picking the winners from each game throughout the week. Person with the most correct at the end of the season wins a week off of chores (I hope I win!) This is our first week, and it's kind of scary. We have almost all picked the same winners, with a few exceptions. Little TJ is the only one with 4 picks that are different from the rest of us. And everyone made their picks without seeing anyone else's. Secretly, I hope he wins those match-ups... I'll keep everyone updated as the weeks go by!

Go Rams!

Bridget

Tonights conversation:

Bridget: Mom, let's both be fast food restaurants, mk?

Me: What?

Bridget: I'll be Burger King and you be McDonald's.

Me: (Confused look on my face)

Bridget: Yeah, I'll be having it my way and you'll be loving it.

Me: *No response/eye roll*

Bridget: Get it?

Me: *No response/bigger eye roll*

Bridget: Seriously, get it?

Getting what you want

This morning, Broghan asked for fruit snacks.

I said No, not now

Broghan digs into her arsenal of "cute things I can do to get what I want" and in rapid succession, this is what I hear/see

Broghan signs and says Please, in a sweet voice (i.e. not whining)

Broghan makes the sign of the cross and begins saying her prayer before meals (Bless us Oh Lord...)

Broghan gives me a big hug

Broghan gives me a kiss on each cheek

Now tell me,

How in the world am I supposed to still say no to all of that?

This afternoon

Me: Bridget, do you have money for the mixer tonight?

Bridget: Yes.

Broghan: I have money.

Me: Broghan, you have money?

Broghan: Yeah!

Me: Broghan, how much money do you have?

Broghan: Ummmmmm three dollars.

Me: Three dollars? Wow, where'd you get that?

Broghan: Ummmmmm your purse!

Me: You got three dollars from mommy's purse?

Broghan: Yeah.

Me: What'cha gonna do with three dollars?

Broghan: Ummmmmmm buy candy!

A recent conversation...

Me: Our kids always play in the front yard. Since we are nestled in a subdivision, we get very little traffic.

Friend: Oh, we live on a cul-de-sac, but we NEVER let our kids play out front. (Kids aged 7,6,4) We are waaayyyyy too overly protective.

(Fast forward 15 minutes into the conversation)

Friend: When we go camping in the mountains, we have the kids wear whistles so they can wander around and yet still be able to alert us if they encounter a mountain lion or bear.

Still makes me chuckle when I think about it!

Excuses, excuses

Is having 6 kids a good enough excuse for not blogging more often? I always said I'd never use the excuse of having "so many kids" to keep me from doing anything, so I guess I've answered my own question. Perhaps I'll start jotting ideas down so that I don't forget them by the time I sit in front of the computer! No excuses!!