Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 13 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.
Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes
- Baking In A Tornado http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2016/05/fly-on-wall-flirting-101.html
- Juicebox Confession http://www.juiceboxconfession.com
- Menopausal Mother http://www.menopausalmom.com/
- Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/
- Searching for Sanity http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com
- Never Ever Give Up Hope http://batteredhope.blogspot.com
- Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm.com
- My Brain on Kids http://mybrainonkids.net
Mommy: AKA Karen, me…the wife and mom
Daddy: AKA Tony, husband and dad
AJ – our only child, a 6 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge
Bonus – our sweet and lovable adopted rat terrier puppy
AJ rocked the kid race, he ran without us and did an awesome job.
I made it to the 2 mile mark, but couldn’t get the last mile out as my knee gave out. At least I had my boys to keep me company all day…best mother’s day.
He was on the phone talking to my dad about how he had to fix the porch. “If I was 10 I would help you in a snap, but I’m only going to be 7.”
I was sitting on the couch and happened to glance at him while he’s playing with his toys.
“Don’t look at me!”
Well excuse me
He’s in the middle of a temper tantrum in his room. I go in and try to talk to him calmly.
He screams at me “Fine, make it quick!”
Pretends to be dead after a tickle session.
“If you were dead, you couldn’t breathe….or fart….or try to fart.”
Yes, he farted, then tried to fart again. Definitely not dead.
Driving home from the after school place.
“On Sunday I’ll write books. On Monday I’ll be a screen writer.”
“What will you do on the other days.”
“I’ll play baseball like Daddy.”
“Oh really? Daddy doesn’t play anymore, he umpires. You have never played, you think you can do that.”
“Sure, I’ll give it a try.”
“I bet you will rock at anything you do.”
“Please stop yelling in the morning.”
“I’m not yelling. I singing opera.”
“Not in the morning, you can do that in the afternoon.”
“You’re right, Mommy.”
“Of course I’m right.” I have to get that in anytime I can.
AJ had his Kempo Karate Tournament on Sunday. He competed in sparring and maneuvers. Last year he hardly made contact in sparring and forgot his moves in the maneuvers.
This year…he won the first match in sparring and got two points in the second match. In the maneuvers competition, he remembered all his moves. While he only scored 5th place, he did much better than last year. We are so proud of him.
AJ & Bonus:
Our town recently had their annual spring stroll and BBQ event. Tony was away, so the three of us walked up and down main street three times on a scavenger hunt. Then at the BBQ festival, after eating up a storm, I bought him three Lego mini figures: one Darth Vader and two storm troopers. Once we got home, he was set to work on his Legos creating a “space building” while Bonus ran to her bed and did not move for an hour and half.