9: I didn't know you had that
M: yeah, I bought it before I met your dad
9: you have had this for 50 years and never opened it?
M: closer to 20 years
9: daaaad, mom has a secret hidden pizza stone
M: it's called "putting it away"
For example, the amount of time required to get one of our children into the bath is approximately the same amount of time required to get said child out of the bath.
In the case of 7, it's an hour.
😐
I'm going to look an interesting shade of puffy and flakey for #BreakfastWithTiffany 😂
7: I'M INVINCIBLE!
Me: sure
*fast forward 6 minutes, 7 comes running inside and runs back outside in shorts, his ski jacket, and ski gloves*
Me: your legs will be cold
7: legs don't matter mom
Nothing.
I forgot how scary the liquify hug people are. Oops. 😂
Me: ok
9:
Me:...
9:
Me:
9: I thought you should know
9: It's getting late, I have to start on dinner
Me: it's 130, aren't you supposed to be in a zoom meeting?
9: do you like pot roast?
Me: you do not know how to make pot roast, get to your homework
9: can I mow the lawn?
Nearly everyone was masked up.
They had most of the things I needed/wanted, but probably would not for some later in the day.
...and I got a flat tire 😂
Seriously questioning my decision-making for the amount of frozen products in my vehicle right now.
Did I mention it's a glorious, warmish day?
Someone please genie-zap me from a tire center to my hammock.
Rethinking that impulse squirt gun assortment purchase for the boys.
The following 30 minute conversation on proposed hunting techniques wasn't super productive, but was very joyful for them.
I am resisting the urge to film this with all my might.
It was every bit as horrifying as you are imagining coming out of a sound sleep to that.
From the festive and colorful arguments between drivers with their windows rolled down on the road, I have determined it is officially summer.
We just had a 3+ car verbal spat, resplendent with much stepped on lego language and a symphony of horns.
Trying to explain that they cannot eat all meals with their fingers and swordfight after has been...unsuccessful.
I guess hooray that Medieval Times isn't a thing in Maine. 😂
Kids are very excited to watch a movie based on getting out of school to play.
Corn starch slurry to desired thickness.
Hot sauce to desired heat.
If you want a heartier chowder, add in 4 cups chopped potatoes softened in the microwave at the onion step.
It's pretty calorie heavy, so only an every once and a bit soup.
It won't be successful, but I'm glad he's merging exploring musical styles with his protest mechanism.
#momprobs
He was playing with a calculator and asked about the cosine button.
I tried to explain it, but we left off at there being a hippopotamus on a triangle and that the virus makes it hard to go to the zoo - and monkeys have arms like parentheses.
I think my Frankenstein head is the coolest I have ever been to the boys.
Can you help with a conundrum twitter?
If you put the jam in the jar, and the seal pops in while you are waiting for the water to boil...do you still have to seal it?
The internet has advice for the opposite problem. 😂
Does anyone have a good duck recipe?
This is going to be *super* fun.
7 went in for a very small slice and an irrational amount of roasted potatoes
9 ate 3 adult sized-servings, and then spooned the rest of the sauce from the pan onto his plate which he proceeded to try to eat every drop of.
This is a successful strategy.
I'm now pondering how many other chores I can apply this to.
My mechanism to keep him busy is to give him cardboard boxes full of things to be put away, with the caveat that if he puts everything in the box away, he can cut the box up and add it to his cardboard monument.
Bets on how long it holds 😂
My ear hurts and I have a hole-punching blister. #UnexpectedLawyerProbs
Sell me on your breadmaker.
It's looking like we will all be back to baking again soon and my pandemic bread efforts were neither edible nor funny enough for show.
27.5 jars of end result, multiple recipes.
I...and a jam failure.
Let's pour one out for all the berries that died in this pursuit, and ended up in a range of semi-sweet to sickeningly sweet strawberry syrup.
9: how is mom's skin meat?
Me: broken head? Skin meat?
9: yeah mom, your head still looks gross. It's cool.
Me: