Friday, October 3, 2008

Some mini-posts, because I am tired.

1. Grace did not win her election for Student Council Vice-President. Our neighbor won, because he rapped his speech. I am proud of him for his creativity, but I'm glad that Grace didn't think of trying it...especially since I had to write her speech. (I tried letting her do it, but this is what she came up with: "Vote for me. If you want to, I mean. I'm sure that everyone else is great, too, so if you would rather vote for them it won't hurt my feelings." Obviously, assistance was needed.) She'll have to find someone cooler next year, because my rapping skillz are severely limited. Yo.

2. Remember when I mentioned in passing recently that I needed to tell you about my great sock buying adventure? Well, it wasn't actually an adventure, but there was sock browsing and purchasing, and great fun was had by all. We spent about thirty minutes staring at a wall of socks, trying to find some that would not become all holey after two weeks of wear, and trying to decide if all of the female's in my house should just buy one kind of sock and share, or if we should all have our separate socks even though we all wear the same size and I cannot be trusted to remember that Josie has the ankle socks with the grey toe and Grace has the ankle socks with the pink toe. How confusing is that? I hate socks.

Anyway, while we were in the middle of this riveting activity, our old Sunday School teacher came up behind me and apparently wanted to be all friendly and have a conversation and such, and do you know what I did? I proceeded to tell him all about our sock buying quandry, as if he cared. The poor man now knows all about the holes in our socks and why this is driving me crazy, and the fact that I hate matching socks and would really rather clean the toilets than do so. I'm thinking that he is very glad now that he is not our present Sunday School teacher.

Clearly, I am socially challenged.

I'm thinking that I should limit all of my human contact to what can be accomplished through the computer. At least then, someone can stop reading when I start babbling on about the merits of colored socks versus the practicality of just buying all white ones and throwing them all into a collective sock container and having the family forage for something to cover their feet.

Kind of like you all just probably did. Stop reading, I mean. Not stop looking for socks. Okay, maybe the written word is not working out for me so much anymore, either.

3. Owen came up to me yesterday and climbed into my lap. "Mama," he began, "I think we need some babies."

I fumbled around trying to think of a way to tell him that was just not happening , but how do you say that to a four-year-old? Finally, I said, "No, Owen...I think you're going to be my last baby."

"I don't know, Mama" he told me, patting my stomach. "You look like you might have a few in there that need to come out!"

If there was ever incentive for weight loss, your child thinking that you are about to give birth to a litter of babies is probably it. And now that I have reminded myself of this conversation by blogging about it, I'm going to get off of this computer and do some jumping jacks to work off the four cookies I just accidently ate. Ya'll pray I don't rupture anything.

23 comments:

Nikowa said...

ROFL! I HATE socks too!!!!

& oh........ my side hurts!!!

Sara@ Butterville said...

Oh my! Owen is rather observant. And apparently bluntly honest.
At least he didn't shout this out while you were sock shopping!
It gets really bad when strangers ask when you are due OR friends you haven't seen in a while say "Oh, I didn't know you were pregnant again!" Ummm, I'm not. I'm just fat! (is my reply)

Jennifer (mom of four) said...

How did the jumping jacks go?

Owen cracks me up!

Baby Tunnel Exodus said...

Stop it. Hooo, gotta stop laughing or my soda will come flying out of my nose. Really. And who needs to see that? (or know about it? Umm, guess I'm socially challenged too. Wanna start a club? lol)

In line with mini posts, I'll leave mini comments. :o)

Word to yo neighbor.

Foraging worked fine for hundreds of years. Scrap the colors, you can bleach all white socks.

If it makes you feel any better I did the truffle shuffle in a dressing room last week. Mmm-hmmm.

Blessings, Whitney

Angel said...

Sweet Sweet Owen Have you been talking to Rose????? Love the post Gwendolyn!

Jackie @ Our Moments Our Memories said...

Oh, the honesty of kids...gotta love it! I am dreading the next year or two because I'm pretty sure mine is going to come up with some (very truthful) doozies.

Off to join you in the jumping jacks.

bensrib said...

Oh my goodness, I love the things kids say. Especially when they say them to somebody else.

Jenn said...

My Goodness! That was too funny! You have a wonderful sense of humor!

Jennifer said...

Very funny!

Octamom said...

Haa haa!! Okay, the original speech--priceless! Yo! hahahahaa

Loving the sock debacle technique for getting chatty people to head for the hills--nice!

And Owen, oh Owen. He is a champion of truth, a bastion of righteous observation, a bearer of veracity--and you might want to get that fixed if he would like to have a girl in his life....I have one at my house who consistently checks on the status of my fertility as my abdomen is reminiscent of pregnancies past....

Blessings! ;o)

Darcy @ LWM3B said...

Oh my! I love 4 yo boys. ;)

Momma Malek said...

LOL! Ah, the beauty of observant 4 year olds. My 2 year old was smooshing my little pooch down the other day. She thought it was so hilarious that it was so squishy. Yes, that will encourage one to put down the cookies and do some crunches.

aswewalk.com said...

You gave me my first belly-laugh of the day! I think I have a few babies in there waiting to come out, too! Lol.

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

I could never stop reading you. I'm hooked. I write the initials inside socks or on the toes. The fam hates it, but who asked them.

Becoming Me said...

I'm new to your blog...I saw the link on Butterville's blog and could not resist your title. Loved this post...very cute!!

Swistle said...

I am THE SAME about socks. My 9-year-old and 7-year-old wear an almost imperceptibly different size, and so I launder their clothes separately to avoid sock-sorting. I told Paul that if he ever mixed them (as he was intending to do just at that moment), I would THROW AWAY all the socks and START OVER.

Octamom said...

Glad to see you at my place today--and boy, you sure hit on a common situation that is far stickier than the one I described. That is definitely a tough one, tough to know how to walk it out in grace and love while still standing for what is right. Love your heart, love your willingness to open up--

Blessings!

Kim in MI said...

17 comments? Wow, you don't need me! Oh well, it's not like you can shut me up once I start to type.

My three year old thought I was having three babies. He would pat my belly and each of my br3@sts. Apparently they all look the same to him.

Oh, and we do the "I'll have to remember whose socks are whose" everyones are different ones. We have a lot of people to remember. And then when they STILL wear holes in them after 2 weeks and you go to buy more of the same? The same don't exist anymore. So they you have to try for the closest, but those look suspiciously like the ones you bought for the other kid. I try to tell myself it keeps me mentally sharp. Don't laugh. I know it's a lie.

Edith said...

I'm rolling on the floor laughing - love this post! Observant 4 yr olds and the sock debate! I throw all boys socks in a basket and make them sort them out. As the only female in the house I can do that.

Got to go - supper is done.

CrossView said...

Socks are evil. I get the socks of the males mixed-up. And the socks of the females. And worse? I. Don't. Care.

I'm sorry Grace didn't win. If she wanted to, I mean. =P

Your ex-SS teacher probably thinks he needs just a bit more time with you...

daisy said...

Oh, too funny. I lost the sock war a long time ago. You can't win it all by yourself, and if you don't get everyone on board and going the same direction, the train just ain't going down that track! JMHO.

I just put the socks together, and tossed them in the kids' drawers and acted totally surprised and shocked if they complained that the other one had their socks. They finally figured out it wasn't worth complaining about because nothing changed.

Then I started teaching them to each do their own laundry. They each got one day a week to do it, and my laundry went down to about four loads a week. Less, now, that most of the kids have moved out. I miss the kids, but I don't miss the socks!!!

Brenda Susan said...

I hate socks too! I have 2 sons & a hubby & when both sons lived at home they all wore white athletic socks. Not only did I buy them all the same style....confession time : I actually always washed & dried them last so that they could just stay in the drier & my men could just get them for themselves out of the drier! Lazy (but smart) mama award!

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