run amok

It's only 8:00 on Saturday morning, but this is what I've heard so far:


4:00      Cell phone alarm waking me to get the big kids up


4:20      Van doors slamming as I take Ryan and Emily to meet their ride to the movie set


5:05      Slight creak as I try to quietly climb back into bed for a little while


5:45      The unmistakable sound of liquid hitting the hardwood floor


5:45:10      I frowed up.


5:45:20      Ugh


5:45:30      Run!


5:47      Everything ok in there *yawn*?


6:00-7:00      Restless child trying to sleep


7:01      Oops!  I just tooted.  Uh oh!


7:02      Shower running


7:05      I wanna shower tooooo!


7:15      Happy Anniversary.


7:16      I'm about to do something I really don't want to do... I've got to go to work.


7:16:01     *sniff*


7:30       more tossing of the cookies


7:45       Uh oh!  I -I was just tooting.


7:46      Well, STOP IT!


7:47      You're the best wiper.  That's why I call you.


7:47:01     *snicker*  


Note to self:  Don't say aloud that you have made plans for your anniversary.  They hear you.


  




 

the things they say (part deux)

W: Can I have some yogurt?

Me: We're all out of your yogurt; Mama has to buy some more.

W: Can I have some of your kind then?

Me: My kind is different 'cause Mama's trying to eat healthier and lose some weight.

W: So you won't die, right?

Me: ...

after dinner

E: Thanks for giving that to me, Mama.  It was nummy.  (talking about dinner)

Me: You're welcome; I'm glad you liked it.

E: Mama?

Me:  Yes?

E: I don't wanna waste your 'yogrets' but I wike that purple kind.  And the pink kind.  But I don't wanna waste 'em, Mama.

Me: *snickering* Well then I guess you can have one.  Since you don't want to waste it and all.