Life at Lothlorien

Cece's question for the day: Mom, when you die, you go to heaven. If you die in heaven, do you come back as a baby?

My DH was checking on B, who was out of bed using the bathroom. B was acting a bit surly. "Is there something you're upset about?" queried Dad. "I'm mad at my sister." "Why?" "Because she came into my room, squirted water from my squirt gun on the floor, and then drank the rest out of the squirt gun. And I was saving that to be ready for tomorrow." "Go to bed." Dad then walks into CC's room. She turns away from him. He asks her if she was in her brother's room. She doesn't want to talk, and Dad realizes it's because she has something in her mouth. He takes her into the bathroom to spit out the gum she is apparently chewing and speaks very strongly to her about NEVER, EVER chewing gum in bed. Then, my DH comes to tell me the story. "BTW, he says, is CC allowed to chew gum?" "She has a few times," I replied, "but not lately because she just swallows it." "Well she was chewing it i...

I finished reading CC's bedtime stories and we went to join B and Dad. B gave me a look and pointed to the sign on his door. It had my name with a big circle around it and a slash through it. I was banned from his room because I had taken some of his toys away (he hadn't cleaned up before the timer went off). I was a bit hurt by the ban, but I'm trying to see it as a positive way of him expressing his anger. It was a lot funnier when he put up a similar sign banning his father a few days earlier.

Creativity abounds in my family . . . So far this summer, the children have made their own pond in the backyard, put an empty gift wrap tube in a bookcase to make a tank (for the monsters in the closet), snuck up on me as sharks in the swimming pool, and used tube pasta as finger extensions. Speaking of the tube pasta, CC also found it makes a great horn. When it broke, she flattened it out and told me it would make a good yoga mat for her Little Pet Shop puppies. I hope they always have that ability to see things as more than what they appear.

Never, ever, ever utter the phrase "Bundt cake" in front of two small children. It will ensue at least 15 minutes of hilarity in the back seat, then random giggles for days and days later as you hear from another room "butt cake! butt cake!"

I found a piece of paper with a 1-800 number written in my 7-year old's handwriting. "What is this for?" I asked. "That's because it's not available in stores," he started. "No, I mean what THING is it for?" "Oh, the pancake puff maker. But I am missing one of the numbers, so I have to watch and try to finish it." I think we need to go back to DVDs and stop watching commercial television. In the long run, it would probably be cheaper.

I went to get an Oreo the other day. We have the new easy open/easy seal package. All I found it the package was cookies. No cream filling, just the cookie part of the Oreos. I'm betting on the local chocoholic, CC, although she tries to smile and look innocent when I explain that you MUST eat the entire Oreo, not just the middle.