Daily Chatter: 5/30/13

I’ve decided to start saying “the best thing since dining room tables” because after living without one for two months, I’m incredibly appreciative of whoever invented such a marvelous thing.  (Plus, I don’t even buy sliced bread very often anymore.)  I didn’t realize how nice it is to tell my kids to “go sit at the table and wait for supper to be served” – without a table, they all congregate in the kitchen which, frankly, is starting to drive me nutso.  I’m eager to get back to our old standard of one kid helper in the kitchen per meal, and if you aren’t the day’s helper, you should think twice about crossing the line.

Yesterday we had the opportunity to go on the new Creation Tour at Glen Eyrie.  They were doing it free for homeschool groups this week (it’s filled up) – I think it was free because they wanted some guinea pigs to practice on! :)

The tour was a lot of fun, though my kids (ages almost-8 and under) didn’t find it particularly enjoyable.  I thought the two oldest would but for whatever reason, they had a super hard time keeping their attention on the tour guide.  So, if you go and really want to pay attention yourself, I’d suggest leaving small children behind even though the tour itself is child-friendly (just not terribly engaging for young ones).  It might also vary depending on which tour guide you get.  I really enjoyed it and it wasn’t any more “preachy” about creation versus evolution than any of the tours you’d take elsewhere – it just happened to show the side of the story that you don’t hear about elsewhere. :)

My five-year-old told me that I’m lucky to have so many children to help unload the dishwasher.  I didn’t even both trying to explain how I wouldn’t have to RUN the dishwasher nearly as often if I didn’t have all those little “helpers”.  I figure someday when she’s a mom, I’ll mention it to her again and we’ll both share a secret mom-laugh of understanding.

The four-year-old explained that the baby “can’t have cheese because it rhymes with milk”.  She also said that her eyes were “white, black, and (pulling her eyes down) BLOODY!”

The seven-year-old announced that he wanted me to get him some books on manners at the library, which I happily obliged.  I felt like it was going a bit too far, though, when he told me that he wished I’d wear a dress so I could curtsy and be polite.  Sorry, buddy – I’m happy to wear a dress from time to time but the curtsy is not going to happen.