Mommy Doesn't Let Us Throw Things Away

I'm not a hoarder...it wouldn't be a stretch to call me a hoarder, but I do not keep obscure things...I am just afraid of not remembering how they were when they were little...and with their mouths that they have now...it's going to be difficult when they are teenagers...

Tonight was one of the rare nights that Mommy and Daddy both had to be at work at the same times...hasn't happened since before Gunnar was born. So Nanna and Poppa Bear had to come over and keep the wildlings tame until one of us got home (and with the way that things went at my training session, it was anyone's guess as to who could be first to arrive).

Justin ordered some pizza...not from his work...the kids get to create their own creations/abominations (the words are interchangable) so long as they eat what it is that they create. They had instructions to clean up after they were done, however, done and through have 2 entirely different meanings between my house and Nanna's house.

                 Kidd Meanings                                                Bania Meanings
Done :       You clear your spot                                           for now
                  you can always get more                                  don't be wasteful,
                                                                                         you'll come back to it

Through :    You are so stuffed you can't button your     You clear your spot
                    pants...and if you can there is a                 You get no more to eat
                     fear that someone                                     Begging will yield no
                         could loose an eye                                   results

So when the kids said that they were done, you can imagine how confusing that was for children and grandparents alike. That was until Jaxom muttered, "Mommy doesn't let us throw anything away." That was the deal ender on both ends. My mom made sure to tell me what Justin had said, and what Jaxom had muttered under his breath. I clarified for both parties, the kids know that if it doesn't go in the fridge there is the chance that the ant hoard will come and you'll see a slice walk across the floor, and to my mother that with 4 of them, there is no need for waste...someone will eat it...and if it isn't human...the dog will.

When my sisters and I grew up we ate when we were told at preset intervals...my kids are a bit different and kinda just graze especially in the heat. They know though that they do not get anything else until what they asked for is gone.

Other notable things that happened today :

         Mommy woke up extra early so that she could greet the kids outside in her "I'm a teacher" Nightgown. Welcome Home Jaxom and Brenna!!

          The 3 older ones played 8 hours of the Wii (as they tell it, it was all the other 2, I never got my turn).

          The 2 older ones are helping their younger brothers learn their letters, how to color anywhere but on the walls. The younger ones are helping their older brother and sister the true meaning of patience.

They are all teaching me to find humor in the little things....I think it's going to be a GREAT night!