Marshmallow Matey's

Milo and I had a fantastic night. He slept for four hours, woke up for two and slept for another three. I feel like a whole new woman.

Chet took over Milo duty this morning and I stumbled out of bed and opened up the cereal cupboard. I was out of Frosted Shredded Wheat. My next available option was Honeycomb. Too soggy, I thought. Then I spied the bag of Marshmallow Matey's. I poured myself a bowl and was really pleased with my selection. In fact, I poured myself a second bowl. Again, I was quite satisfied. It had been a long time since I enjoyed a bowl of them.

Content with my breakfast, I went back into the bedroom and saw that Chet and Milo were sleeping soundly. The kids were playing upstairs and giggling, so I thought I'd take advantage of this quiet moment and take a nice, hot shower. Nothing like a nice, hot shower on a cold, crispy morning, especially after eating two large servings of Marshmallow Matey's.

I didn't hear any clunking or screaming while in the shower, which was especially refreshing. I turned off the water and stepped out, breathing in the still warm steam from the hot, hot shower.

Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle.

Slam.

"Gasp! Mom! Piper is naughty!"

I hear the sound of something small and crunchy and delicious pouring out onto the kitchen floor.

Remind me next time to lock the cereal cupboard. It's probably a good thing I savored my Marshmallow Matey's this morning because there will be no more breakfasts like it. She emptied the entire bag but I had to crop the picture so you wouldn't see my dirty floor.

Comments

Real Manly, Chet

It's hard to find the time to blog these days. I figure once life slows down a bit, I'll start taking more pictures and adding more posts. But to those I tell that too, they ROFL. Life doesn't slow down. Chet and I try to squeeze in as many dates as we can, as we hardly even see each other during the week. Our date on Monday evening started out deciding on a place to eat. I have to comply with my Weight Watcher's points and Chet is trying to put on weight. So you tell me. Where do we eat? We ended up getting a Jimmy John's for me (I could eat half) and an Arby's meal for Chet. We were off in search of summer clothes for Chet as his previous summer wardrobe has consisted of clothes he wore to confirmation camp. In other words, old and out of style. As I browsed the racks at the store, I noticed something. Had we just held onto his confo clothes, they would be in style again. His doc warned him that if he didn't start wearing a...

Summer Boredom

Summer boredom is in full-swing for the eldest child of the family. If I had known it would be this bad, I would have enrolled her in summer school. I've been laid up with a work injury and have been ordered to take it easy for the rest of my pregnancy so I haven't been the most fun mom to hang around these days. I mostly give orders from the couch. My poor children haven't been able to have the summer they had been dreaming of all winter. Like Avery said, "This is the worst summer ever!" The few days of rain we just had made the ancient wooden door frame of the deck door expand, making the screen door close to impossible to close without slamming it shut. Avery has been doing most of the slamming as I am mostly incapable of such behavior and one of the times she didn't see Milo on the other side, trying to get in. His finger got slammed in the door and it swelled to Timbuktu. Chet brought him into urgent care a few da...

Boo-Falo Days

Every year, fireworks come to town on a Friday night. Since I work every Friday night, I only hear them rattling the windows on my resident's rooms. Well, sometimes I peek out the blinds and see one or two go off and then reassure my resident that no sir, we are not being bombed. It's only Buffalo Days fireworks. We haven't ever been able to bring the kids down to the lake to watch them but who needs to when you can see them from our street corner? Chet let Avery stay up late and he brought her outside to watch them. And of course, the carnival also comes to town, one block away. I coughed up $20 bucks on Saturday and treated the older kids to three rides each. The nice, toothless man allowed Piper to ride for free on this one, as long as I went with her. And as long as I wouldn't tell anyone. Oops. And he said I had to sit in the back because I wouldn't fit in the front. There was a parade o...

No Fighting, No Biting!

Search This Blog