My Little Kingdom

A day in the life of me and my kingdom. Thoughts of a mother of four amazing little boys, a wife of an incredible husband and a woman trying not to forget about herself.

February 16, 2008

Spies In Our Midst

Edison: Mama when I’m 8 I’m gonna be a spy. I’m gonna really miss ya ‘cause I’m gonna be gone a lot.
Mama (smiling): OK
Edison: I’ve been wanting to be a spy my whole life. When I’m a grampa I can’t be a spy, because I’ll be too old.
Edison: Really, I’m gonna be a spy.
Mama (smiling and nodding): OK
Edison: Really, mom, I’m gonna be a spy and be gone a lot…
Mama: OK, if that’s really what you want I’ll support you.

Edison finally satisfied with my reaction walks away with his shoulders square and his head held high to tell his brothers. Edison gives his brothers the low down; Isaac especially is intrigued and decides to join his brother. After some debriefing from his older brother, Edison, Isaac then inquires of me.

Isaac: Mama when I’m eight can you sign me up for football and a spy?
Mama: Sure sweetheart.

I hear some more discussion going on about becoming spies, being gone a lot and fitting it into their busy lives. Especially with sports practices and games.

Edison commented: “I’ll sure be busy. I’ll have to go to the football game and then go home, change, get ready and go spy.”

There was lot more talk and planning going one the rest of the evening and apparently some misconceptions before bed.
As Edison came in to clarify some things and asked me, “ Mom, what do spies do?”

Dinner Anyone

It all began when I gave in to their pleadings and let them have straws at the dinner table.
It was a matter of seconds before Hudson calls out, “look guys, gooey!” And of course we all look and there hanging down from his nose is his straw.
And that’s all it took, 101 Ways to Use a Straw at the Dinner Table, was in the making. Look for it in stores this spring.
FIRE IN THE HOLE! Edison yells as he blasts spaghetti noodles through his straw.
A grin of buck teeth spread from ear to ear on each of the four boys with straws attached on their two front teeth.
Isaac is proudly displaying an arrangement of straws in between his toes.
Cameron with a semi smile and an I give up expression nods in the direction of Hudson.
Slowly I look over to see Hudson with his head tilted back glugging down a bottle of parmesan vinaigrette salad dressing.
Isaac has resorted to apple art and has sparked a competition as he punctures holes through his apple slices with his straw and exclaims, "Swiss cheese!”
Everest tiring of the pasta cannons is inspired by Isaac and begins to create art of his own, meticulously carving a man’s face out of his apple slice and other fine fruit sculptures.
Soon everyone seemed to be getting into the sculpting.
At least we were focused now.