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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Breakfast at Emily's

I realize my last post was about breakfast. Delicious doughnut breakfast. This one is also about breakfast, only slightly less delicious.

Last Saturday, Jack had to work again ("it'll take about 3 hours" which I have learned translates into "I'll be busy all day.") Being the wonderful husband that he is, he still offered to pick up breakfast; Wendy's was on the menu.

If I may pause from my prose a moment, I'd like to tell you about Wendy's breakfast. It is fantastic. If you are not fortunate enough to live in a market that offers it - as some Wendy's restaurants do not - then you should ask to speak to the manager immediately and find out why they hate your town. They offer the traditional biscuits, but they like to call them frescuits. I suppose that is because they make them fresh every day. I don't care what Wendy wants to call them; I call them delishcuits. I'll let you figure out why. And if you're feeling extra froggy, jump into a maple baked frescuit. You'll never look back. But I've gotten way off track.

This is the Wendy's bag that was presented to me a short time later by my brother, who was helping Jack for a half a day. Jack was still outside, moving some equipment around, finding more things he needed to work on (hence the 3 hrs = all day technicality).

Did you know they have natural cut fries now? Still not half as good as the fries at McDonalds.

When I peeked inside the bag, I was certain there had been a mistake. I was not about to put my hand inside to find out. So I tore the bag open instead. This is what was inside:

Two empty burrito wrappers; sausage/egg burrito remnants; a crumpled, dirty napkin; an empty sauce packet and a piece of junk mail that looked as though it had been used to clean a saucy spill. Further inspection slowed clues that my delishcuit was indeed at the bottom of the trash bag, peeking out from behind the saucy junk mail.

This realization left me facing a dilemma of gargantuan proportions. To eat, or not to eat. On one hand, my breakfast was sitting underneath a pile of trash. For most of you, that's an instant no brainer. But for those of us who use our children in lieu of brooms, eating leftovers off of the floor is not only allowed, but encouraged. So it is not a huge leap from eating food off of the floor to eating food from the trash, right?

And let's face it, the trash in question was also delicious Wendy's breakfast, or had been very recently, so it all kind of blended in together nicely in an aromatic kind of way. And I was pretty sure none of it had been on the floor, with the possible exception of the saucy junk mail, and I honestly did not want to think about where that had been.

On the other hand, my delishcuit was still encased in its flavor-protecting wrapper. It hadn't actually touched the saucy smorgasbord of someone else's garbage. And that someone else was my husband, not some random, filthy stranger.

So I ask, what would you have done?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Give me a long filled john and nobody gets hurt

SB loves doughnuts. What kid doesn't? What adult doesn't, for that matter? I heart doughnuts almost as much as I heart NY; even though I've never actually been there (yet), I'm sure I will heart it. Anyway, Jack takes SB to get doughnuts most Saturday mornings. Last time they came home with a cream filled chocolate covered long john for me. It was unbelievable. I had to share most of it with SB who was certain that it was supposed to be hers. Never mind the bag full of doughnut holes and the sprinkle covered doughnut that she had licked clean. But since Jack had to work this past weekend , she missed her weekly fix.

Last night as I was tucking SB into bed, she apologized to me.

SB: Mom, I'm really sorry.
Me: Why are you sorry?
SB: Remember when you took me to the beach and you wanted to take me to get doughnuts and I didn't want to go?

How could I forget the one time she turned down a chance to get a doughnut? There was never an explanation offered. She just said 'no thanks.' I don't know why SB was suddenly remembering this from 3 months ago, but I just went with it.

Me: Yes, I remember. That's okay though. I wasn't mad.
SB: Well, that really hurt my feelings.
Me: It hurt your feelings that you didn't want to get doughnuts?
SB: Yes. And I'm really sorry.

At this point, she was sniffling like she might cry. I don't know why she was so upset, but she seemed genuinely distraught.

Me: It's okay, Sarah Beth. You don't have to apologize.
SB: Well, *sniff* can we go get doughnuts tomorrow? You and me and Annie?.....But not Annie.
Me: Okay, maybe we can, but Annie will have to go with us.

I forgot that to SB, the words "maybe" or "we'll see" or pretty much anything other than "no" means "yes."

Me: I said MAYBE we can go get doughnuts tomorrow. If we have time.
SB: Okay, Annie can go with us. I want a long filled john and doughnut holes. BOTH. Okay, mom?
Me: I guess we're getting doughnuts tomorrow. I could go for a long filled john too.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Dear cell phone companies

Dear Motorola,
Why must you make such delicious cell phones? Not to mention the charging cords (YUM!) which are especially interesting and mysterious. I don't understand why my mommy yells such a loud word every time I try to taste one of the chargers. She's been yelling that word a lot lately - every time I get into the trash can or try to eat something out of my diaper.

She never seems to want me to do anything fun. And chewing on your cell phone charging devices is one of my absolute favorite activities. But every time I try to sneak a little sample, Mom gets all hysterical with me. So could you please do me a favor and stop making them in such mouthwatering flavors? Also, mom wants to know if it would kill you to make the cords a little longer so she can actually use her phone while it is charging.

Thanks for your prompt attention to these matters.

Annie R.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Where are you Christmas?

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas; we certainly did! We spent lots of time with family, more than usual this year, I think. And I got some great photos of the girls, as you can see.

SB had a grand time playing with all of her cousins. My nephew Jacob, who just turned 13 yesterday (Happy Birthday, Jake!!), is such a sweet guy. He is the second oldest of all his cousins, but he doesn't mind playing punching bag for the little ones. They had a fabulous time punching and jumping on him, wrestling him down to the ground as he feigned defeat. SB either didn't appreciate or just didn't understand that Jacob was just playing along for their amusement. So in the middle of a 5-on-1 wrestling match, she grabbed him by the arm and marched him to the couch. She sat him down and told him he was in jail. When he asked why, she said, "You look like a ballerina out there! Sit down; I'm doing you a favor!!" Where does she come up with this stuff?

Poor Jacob.

Christmas morning was so exciting. Annie woke up grinning as though she knew it was a special day. Every time I took a picture, which was a LOT of times, I would say "cheese" and she would give me the biggest, gummiest grin you've ever seen. It really was so adorable.

Waking up daddy on Christmas morning.

SB got tons of toys plus a stocking full of goodies. Annie got a few small things in her stocking too, which SB was happy to open for her. Among the things in Annie's stocking was a tiny plastic cell phone toy. SB has two REAL cell phones, as Jack and I recently got new ones and gave her our old ones with games, music and movies galore. But when SB pulled out that $3 Wal Mart check- out-line toy from Annie's stocking, she insisted that Santa had made a huge mistake. Surely that worthless toy was meant for her.

Annie was happy to share; all she really cared about was the fruit flavored puffs. So it all worked out in the end.

SB said to me yesterday, "Mom! It's Christmas again!" So Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Happy New Year.

Tis the season for matching pajamas.