I just have to tell a few quick funnies before they escape me. They may not be funny to you, but I just had to get them down to savor these moments, so here goes. The first couple are Anders’. As you know, he comes up with zingers & so often I just can’t get them down fast enough. But the last week, I caught a couple, so here I write them.
Our kids love to spread blankets out real nice & smooth on the living room floor, lay down on one end holding the edge, & roll themselves up in it like a burrito. We call it blanket burritos or blanket tacos. Silly, but loads of fun. The other day, Anders was trying to get Jack to join in & he just wouldn’t have anything to do with it. So Anders asked me if I’d join him since the other kids were in school. “You can be the big bun, Mom.” Well… what can one say to that??? me: “Tacos don’t have buns, honey.” A: “Then you can be the sour cream.” Okay, at this point, I’m not sure which suggestion to be more offended about! Honestly!!! Needless to say, I did NOT join him in his blanket burrito! But I did take pictures & laugh heartily. Btw, he wanted Jack to be the tomato or onion, so I choose to assume he was randomly picking toppings. He, of course, was the beef & beans. How fitting.
Then just today, on the drive home from church, Anders, Callie & I had a fun conversation. (Keith stayed home with our bookend boys who were feeling under the weather last night, so this was a rare time with just the three of us.) I was telling the kids how glad I was that God gave me my four sweet babies, blah, blah, blah. They are at such a fun age right now & it was such a fun morning to simply enjoy those two without distraction, ya know? I was saying how I wouldn’t trade my awesome Nate or dear baby Jack for anything, but it sure was fun to be with those two. Anders’ comeback was, “I wouldn’t trade you for any other Mom. You’re the best! (Pause to stop & think.) I’d only trade Dad for Jesus, but that’s it. He’d be a good dad…” I just shake my head. How does he come UP with this stuff??
The last one is Keith’s. He has been such an encourager to me through the years in the fitness department! He has learned the fine manly art of not suggesting things, but rather praying for me when I’m struggling with my weight. I am hard enough on myself. He knows that. Any comments from him are not really helpful to my ears, but rather defeating. (It really isn’t what he says, it’s what I hear.) Anyway, last year I was able to get weight off with Weight Watchers & didn’t exercise at all. Course, I was also nursing so it came off, if not as fast as it did when I was 20 something. Anyway, I called last year’s initiative “Operation Dumbo Drop”. You have to understand, I psych myself up to get “on track” with a self-inflicted program complete with an official name, sticker charts, etc. Hey, whatever works, huh? Things went well with ODD last year, but the second I stopped the “program”, everything went to Hades in a hand basket. Fast forward several ridiculous months & you’ll land on April, 2010. I got myself all set on a new program: NETT GLO, I call it. That stands for: No Excuses This Time – Get the Lead Out!!!! It is the exercise regimen I set up for myself these days. Am I weird or what? Anywho, it has been going well the last two months. I am turning into one mean (notice the “lean” is missing) muscle machine. Problem is, I have this stubborn layer of blubber covering up all my awesome fitness underneath! Darn. I know the problem. As I worked out this morning, I thought to myself how I know I’ve got to do both ODD & NETT GLO simultaneously…then I’ll have it down! Bless his sweet little heart, my gentle hubby joined me in the north room (workout area) this morning & listened to my plan, eyes kinda wide & innocent looking. Trying hard to decide whether or not it would be wise to say ANYTHING here. Then came up with this one: “You know, you could call it NETT Drop. Combining both programs? Verses the opposite… which would be Dumbo GLO… not so good.” : ] Maybe it’s just me, but the picture of a giant elephant glowing to represent what happens if I don’t exercise & at the same time eat whatever my heart desires…hilarious!!! It took guts for him to say it, you could see the wheels turning in his head – should I or shouldn’t I – but I thought it was a good one. Cute! And the way he so delicately said it makes me laugh. You might not get a chuckle out of all that, but I just had to write it out to remember. In the future, if you ever hear us talk about the NETT Drop program, now you’ll know what we’re talking about – exercise AND eating right. Verses Dumbo GLO…wrong direction. *shakes head soberly* Not. good.