All three of my kids love — and I mean L-O-V-E Shredded Wheat.
The old school full brick without frosting kind of Shredded Wheat.
Clearly this comes straight from my mom, seeing as she has it about 364 mornings a year.
And although my kids love the cereal part of it, they really love the residual milk.
Why, you ask???
Because my mom sweetens it up a bit with a pinch of sugar.
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Lately, our little grunter Dash has been under the Shredded Wheat spell.
As soon as he sees his Nonnie pouring cereal, he heads over to her feet and grunts.
And grunts, and grunts and grunts.
The other day, she ran away from him and said, “Can’t I eat my cereal in peace!!!???”
But most days, she speeds through her wheat, and gets to her favorite — the milk.
And then turns it over to Mr. Grunt.
It’s like ambrosia to him.
This day, he got a little frantic and things got messy.
But in the end, there is one REALLY satisfied customer.
And one thirsty Nonnie.
Calin had a big day, and requested my assistance.
Obviously I obliged.
I was in charge of make up.
And hair.
And hen took it upon myself to show her how to pose.
She liked my first two areas of expertise.
And didn’t die over my last.
Even when there is a PB&J to choose from, he always goes for the frozen peas first.
My mom told me long ago that David used to love them, so itried them out with Scout. And these things have been a slam dunk with all three of mine.
Poor Scout has come down with the flu two times in the past few weeks. The first was a 24 hour stint, and the latest has been a few days strong. He was so out of it, but really wanted to be in on our normal day to day stuff. At one point, I asked him if he could do or have anything, what would it be?
His response was….”Mom, I just want to be on the counter to watch Nonnie cook.”
So that is just where I put him.
The picture makes him appear closer to the food than he actually was.
But as a second special measure, I made sure she was going to be sticking the food in the oven for about 5 hours the next day.
(This picture is after grunting for a drink — and after he got it, he grunted for a bit more.)
I love this kid.
BUT…
I can hardly wait for the day that he can express exactly what he is thinking.
He can say a few things, but prefers the grunt.
So ALL DAY LONG, I respond to “Uuhh….uuhh….uuhh.”
I am pretty good at figuring each grunt out.
Some are for water, some are to follow him, and others are for holding him.
I know there is an easy solution….teach him sign language.
Well, all I have to say to that…
is I can only learn one foreign language at a time.
And Chinese is trumping ASL.
So grunting it is.
Scout and Navy are each others best friends — or each others biggest target for teasing.
Clearly, I prefer the first scenario.
A lot of times, my kids prefer the latter.
Last night as I sat in the Family Night Room, I overheard the following conversation from the two “sleeping” kids.
(They share a room. And Scout usually tries to follow the rules of “no talking and straight to bed because it is a school night”, whereas Navy, by nature, tries to go against all rules.)
Navy was talking a mile a minute….
S: “Navy, would you please be quiet so that I could go to sleep.”
N: “I AM being quiet!”
S: “No you’re not, and the next word you say, I promise you I am going to go and tell Dad.”
N: A decently quiet cough.
S: No response.
N: A louder cough.
S: No response.
N: A loud cough.
S: “NAVY! THERE IS NO COUGHING EITHER!”
N: “Scout, I have to cough….I am SICK!” (Which she is not.)
S: “No you’re not. And the next cough, I am going to tell Dad.”
N: Silence.
S: Coughing louder and louder.
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They can both dish it.
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Navy is like the gnat that is always there, just buzzing in your ear. We laugh that she is ALWAYS on. There is not a moment of the day where I can relax on her, because the second I do, she will be plotting. She keeps us all laughing, and exhausts me to the fullest by about 10:00 pm.
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Scout, on the other hand, is clever. He picks and chooses the times he wants to pester. A lot of times, it is a rebuttal to Navy’s incessant teasing. He has quite a bit of patience with her, but when he is done — he goes in for the clever kill.
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I like both of their tactics.
Navy wins by the “wear down”.
Scout wins by the “direct hit”.
This is where we all congregated when we had the most awesome thunder and lightening storm.
I’ll admit….there is nothing better than all being in a Momma’s bed together.
Scout’s class needed stuff for their treasure chest.
I got all the above crap for only $12.
The teacher was beyond happy.
I was beyond happy.
Scout said all of the kids were beyond happy.
Where did I get this great deal?
I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.
Even though my mom isn’t feeling too hot right now, she still fulfills her duty as Scout’s reading teacher.
I told her that she is lucky enough to get a second student soon.
She said she has already tried, but she only likes to take on the “easy” students.
You know — the ones who want to learn!
After Conference, I told the kids to get in their best outfits to go for a Sunday Stroll.
I got a fruity-tooty Superhero, an armored, sword-swallowing princess, and I added in the cow.
We headed down to the harbor, and walked around as we found some of the coolest treasures.
A hermit crab, a few shells, some helicopter flowers, feathers, etc.
Afterward, we came home to dinner and bed.
Amongst other things, frozen peas were on the menu for this little mooer.
(Frozen peas have been a favorite of all three of my kids.)
But out little animal didn’t want to stay caged, so he stood up.
Something he clearly knows is against the rules.
Then tried to escape.
Another rule breaker.
Then tried to butter us up by sharing Scout’s glitter hat.
But he knew he was in trouble, so made a mad dash.
I am crossing my fingers that he doesn’t live up to his name in this context.
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