The First Six Months of News Explained

Monday's

Well, I figure that since no one likes Monday's anyway why not make it cleaning and laundry day? My son, Azariah, many times wakes up on Monday and says "I hate Monday's..." with a whine... because he knows that he will have to work.

So Tirzah and Azariah have one of two chores each Monday. One of them sorts their laundry and cleans the bathroom and the other cleans their room and vacuums the house. I am not sure why I make them sort the laundry because to be honest I don't really wash darks and lights separetaly unless it is a new red shirt or something I think will bleed. So they don't know this but I just make them do it because I have always been told "You need to sort the laundry." So they have to do it because it is suppose to be sorted.

Well today it was Azariah's turn. I also make them turn clothes right side out. He had the two piles but they were not really sorted. Although I must say all the PJ's were in one and all the jeans in the other. It was the shirts that were all mixed up in both. He did it without complaning so I was happy. I started filling the wash machine with the clothes and I feel dirt hitting my sandled feet. Just about every pair of jeans I picked up had a ton of dirt in the pockets. So I dumped all the dirt out on the floor and then swept it up. I am glad my children enjoy playing out doors, but I could have filled a sandbox with all the dirt I emptied from their pockets. The bottom of the their laundry basket was also full of dirt.

I love my children.

Super Glue

I was out hanging up clothes on the line when I came back into the house. I find Azariah picking white stuff off of his fingers.

Me: "Azariah what are you doing?"
A: "Well Mom, I was gluing my playmobil cannon and got super glue all over my fingers."

I then examine the cannon and the counter. Glue, not just glue but Super Glue is all over the cannon and the counter as well as Azariah's fingers. The good thing was that he hadn't allowed his fingers to be stuck together. So I took him in the bathroom and we worked on his fingers for about 15 minutes. Most of it came off so I went back outside. However, 30 minutes later when I came back in he was still running his fingers under the water. I told him to stop and to go play. This elicited a crying spell of "I don't want glue on my fingers..." I informed him that it would were off eventually and that I hoped he learned his lesson. And I told him that he may not use Super Glue without Gil or I helping him.

It could have been worse.

What do you think?

This morning as we were getting ready for church Gil was brushing his teeth. Now this isn't a big deal, however he had no shirt on and was wearing some comfortable shorts while he was brushing his teeth. He sits down next to me on the couch and says "So am I a fat slob too?"

I looked at him and he stammered "That isn't what I meant..."
Then he says "How do you know the too meant you?"

I was rather comical to see him back pedal.