Saturday, December 15, 2007

Awesome the sandwich!! Take that, Health Inspector....

I spent the better part of the morning and afternoon putting all my energy into procrastinating the cleaning of our disastrously messy house. And so somehow the mess had not miraculously disappeared by the time lunch hungriness rolled around. I decided that a picnic in the kitchen was a great idea (because I didn't think clearing the table was a great idea), so we spread Reed's Batman blanket on the floor and sat down to pb&j, carrots, and tortilla chips. As I surveyed what I should have been cleaning for the last several hours, I said to no one in particular, "I think that if the health inspector were to show up, I would be fired." Reed (who happens to hear every single word I say to No One in Particular, that smart boy) looked at me curiously and asked, "Who is the health inspector?" I said, "It's the person who comes and makes sure that nothing is rotten and makes sure there aren't too many dirty things everywhere." And Reed said with complete confidence, "I think he would let you stay." And calmly continued to eat his carrot. Jaxon was polite enough to say, "Wow! Awesome, Mom!" upon biting into his sandwich, and when I asked if it was the sandwich that was awesome, he nodded and said, "Yes. Awesome the sandwich." Then he and Reed proceeded to shing with their carrots. (Shinging refers to the sound swords make when being used to fight. It is a somewhat-new family word, created by the boys--my boys who are impressed with peanut butter and would try to convince the health inspector to give me some slack.)

4 comments:

Abby Hanson said...

Shinging. Awesome! And I'm so glad health inspectors aren't over our homes. Our homes should be clean, we all agree on that, but there are times when it just doesn't happen. And that's okay. We're teaching the next generation, come on, give us a break! :-) And now I feel like you when you said, and then she shyly stepped down from her soapbox....heh heh...stepping down now...

Heidi said...

On the days when the house is about to eat me alive in the piles of toys and books and laundry stacks (clean, just not put away!) I like to remind myself that someday all my children will leave home and I'll have all the time in the world to clean and I will wish for nothing more than a cluttered house full of of my babies again. Right?? :) That's how I justify my dirty kitchen. "I don't have time to clean, my babies are growing up - and I'm not going to miss it!!" I don't know if the health inspector is going to go for it... :)

Cute new picture of the kids!

Will&Marie said...

Those stories are too funny and sweet. Your boys adore you and are adorable for it!

Crystal said...

Love your picnic idea! And ditto everyone else's comments. :)