Notable Quotable from My Mom

I grabbed a sheet of paper from a legal pad that I hadn’t used for 5 months.  I found a quote I had scribbled down that my mom said that had really got me laughing.  She told me several months ago when she heard I had been using socks only on my treadmill desk for miles and miles many days, “Anyone with half a brain knows that you don’t have half a brain!”  I reminded her that the athletes in the original Olympic games in Greece competed completely naked, including naked feet.  What could she say then.

Cleaning Cure Failed

With a husband and kids who do not pick up after themselves, I feel like I spend half my life cleaning.  I figured that maybe I could make myself feel better about our disasterous house if I watched an episode of Hoarding: Buried Alive.  Nope.  Didn’t work.  In fact, it had the opposite of the desired effect.  I made it through a few minutes of the episode, before I started going through piles of Jude’s school work, deciding what I had to keep and what I could get rid of.  And, now I’ve been on a mission to find stuff to get rid.  We are seriously outgrowing our house and I think that throwing/donating half our stuff would really help.

Jude’s Pet Wish List

After I brought Jude and Levi to Petco for a free trip to the zoo, Jude wrote a wish list that he appropriately named “Judes WiSH LiSt”:

  • A ginney PiG
  • A parret
  • A LizarD
  • Some FiSH.  11 TO 20
  • Some turtles 1 to 2

Fly and Die

This weekend while I was putting away baskets of laundry, the boys decided to try out a sport they believe they invented — sliding down the stairs in a laundry basket into a pile of pillows.  I can hardly stand to watch, but saw enough to immediately insist that they put on bike helmets or stop immediately.  They obliged and continued.  Then I made the mistake of showing them what I thought was a safer version that I had perfected as a child — jumping down the stairs into a pile of pillows, using both walls as leverage so that the descent is really only about 1/2 a flight of stairs.  Jude tried it and had so much fun, but decided to invent a more modern, horrific version that he named “fly and die.”  He starts at the end of the upstairs hallway and flies over the entire flight of stairs and lands into the pile of pillows/couch cushions at the base of the stairs.  He gets such a rush from it that he turns totally hyper.  He admits to being addicted to it.  Yesterday he was complaining that his foot hurt and I’m sure it was related to pressure from his multiple hard landings on the cushions so hopefully he got this out of his system and won’t grow up to be a base jumper.