Common Mom

So we had the kid swap Friday night - 4 extra boys at the house overnight - it went great! The kids had so much fun playing together, and all of them got along great. It’s just so funny to sit on the sidelines and watch 6 Montessori “trained” kids interact. They are definitely wild and crazy boys (except my little Princess) and behave like boys, but they are all also very polite and well-behaved. We sit down to eat pizza, and they start talking about where they’re going to sleep.

6 Year Old #1: Oh Good LORD! I forgot my sleeping bag!

I of course informed him that he should not fret because his sleeping bag was indeed in my bedroom waiting to be taken out of it’s stuff-sack state.

They all continue the conversation, having moved on to the hockey game they went to last weekend.

6 Year Old #1: Ya - that goalie was STUPID!

I’m surprised that the other 5 at the table didn’t choke on pizza dust from the collective inhale that occured! They all got the most surprised and horrified look on their faces, and then . . .

8 Year Old: Ms. Jodie! Did you hear that? He said the S word!
7 Year Old: Ya. You shouldn’t say that awful word!
6 Year Old #1: I’m sorry guys. I won’t say that word again.

It’s so fun to watch them police themselves while not to choke on my own pizza

4 Year Old was completely oblivious to the entire hockey conversation . . .

4 Year Old: Hey 6 Year Old #1! Bemember when we was out in the dak and saw a BAYor!? That was sccaarrryyyy!

6 Year Old #2 was also completely oblivious to the hockey and “bayor” conversations . . .

6 year Old #2: Hey Ms. Jodie? Where is Mr. Dan? Why isn’t he here? My mom said he’d be here.
Me: Well, he was supposed to be here, but his plane ended up being late, so he’ll get here after you guys are sleeping.
6 Year Old #2: Oh man. That’s a big darn it.

After pizza and sugaring them all up sufficiently with shakes, they played hide and seek for an hour and then got ready for bed. It took a little maneuvering to get everyone in the exact right spot so they had just the right amount of night light available to them, but they did it, ending up with our own little version of The Waltons . . .

“Goodnight Jake.”
“Goodnight Keira.”
“Goodnight Ian.”
“Goodnight Jason.”
“Goodnight Gavin.”
“Goodnight Nicholas.”
“Goodnight Duma.”
“Goodnight everybody!”
“Goodnight poopy head.”

Huh HM!

“OK. Goodnight.”

Pancakes, waffles, and fruit for breakfast and they were off to play again!

We headed to the St. Patrick’s Day Parade downtown to meet a couple of the parents who were running the 5K before the parade. The parade was fun as usual . . . I mean really, what’s funnier than humonstrous cows doing the chicken dance?

Then this car came along . . .

 

4 Year Old: Hey Mom - look! It’s a Transformer!

HAHAHAHAHAHA! I guess if you’re 4, it IS a Transformer

About a gazillion groups of these guys walked by . . .

 

In varying versions of the “uniform” of course.

7 Year Old: Hey Mom. Why is there so much Ireland stuff in this parade?

Um, I guess we forgot to tell him what this parade was all about

Much fun was had by all, much candy was collected off the nasty dirty street, and many children are needing naps after a fun fun night.

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