So you can imagine how happy they were with me this morning. If there could have been word balloons over their heads, they may have read things like this,
“a poptart for breakfast....where are my homemade pancakes, home fries, fresh fruit and puppets playing with me while I eat?”
“why am I stuck in this exercaucer? Why isn’t someone holding me constantly and telling me how cute I am 24 hours a day?”
“NAP? Um No.”
And here are a few of my favorite conversations (so far) from my day of getting-back-to-normal with the kids:
I went into Carter’s room to get him up this morning and he looked at me slightly disappointed...
Carter: No Chrissy, want Daddy
Me: Did you just call me by my first name? Call me mommy please. Mommy is going to get you up - because daddy’s at work.
Me: Papa went home ... to Michigan
Me: You have quite a while to wait for Santa to come back little dude
Carter: Phone Santa please
Me: Avery, eat your squishy food
Me: Avery, stop spitting your squishy food at me
Me: Seriously Avery, stop spitting food out
Me: Spit your food out Avery
Me: Hmm...so reverse psychology doesn’t work yet?
Me: Ok kids...we’re off to the store
Carter: Get trucks from Santa
Me (thinking oh crap..what?): Uhh...santa gets his toys from his workshop...remember we talked about the elves?
Carter: Truck store mommy
Me: We’re going to the grocery store...and I doubt they have trucks there
Carter: Get mac and cheese
Me: Sigh ... at least say please