Archive | November, 2010

The Barn House…

12 Nov

Being a passenger train engineer, The Hubby has to travel or work overnight sometimes. When he does, Trinity would sleep on my bed to keep me company. But lately that hasn’t been the case, because The Hubby has been working afternoon. And Trinity is getting to big to sleep in our room. And he’s got a perfectly good bed in his own room…

Well, this week The Hubby’s schedule changed where he leaves early in the morning, and Trinity seems to know when his dad gets up at 5:40am, so he would get up and climbed in bed with me. This morning I was sleeping soundly, and he jumped up and just hugged me really tight. And he said, ‘I miss you, mama’

And I turned around and gave him a hug, and I said, ‘I missed you too, baby’.

Trinity: Why can’t I sleep with you guys anymore, mom?

Me: Because daddy says no, and because when you sleep with us, you kick us and move around too much.

Trinity: Daddy is mean.

Me: (being the ‘favorite’ parent at this time) Yes, he is. (muahahahhahahha)

Trinity: You know what we can do mom? We should go to Home Depot and buy daddy a barn house and just let him sleep in the barn house, and we’ll put a bowl in there to give him his food and water.

Me: Whatttt? Why would you do that?

Trinity: So I can sleep with you and daddy can sleep in the barn house.

Well, son….that is one of your better idea yet…but I’m sure The Hubby wouldn’t agree…What do you guys think?

Only If There’s Noodles…

11 Nov

Being a working mom with a full time job can be so tiring…sometimes. Today is one of those days. The boys requested that I make Beef Stroganoff for dinner. And after a long day at work, I came home and did just that. The responses I got from them made it so worthwhile…
But not without another one of Trinity’s episode…

We were sitting down eating, and I hear him slurping his food and making ‘mmmmhhh’ sound every 5 seconds. Now I understand he’s only 6 years old, and he’s just REALLY enjoying his food. But the slurping and constant ‘mmmmhhhh’-ing can’t be ignored. Can you imagine him going on his first date and eating something really good and doing that? NO, I will not let that happen.

The Hubby and I came from the upbringing that tableside manner is very important. Not that we really apply it strictly to our house rule. But we know that when we’re eating in public we don’t act like a Neanderthal. And we hope to raise our kids the same way too.

I looked at The Hubby and kinda pointed at Trinity with my eyes. And the Hubby said to Trinity:

Hubby: Trinity, please do not slurp or make sound when you eat. Manners please…

Trinity: It’s just so good, dad.

Hubby: I know, but if you’re going to eat like that, we can let you eat outside. And you can make all the noise you want.

Trinity: Why?

Hubby: Because that’s how animals eat. Do you want me to let you eat outside? We can put your bowl out there. You don’t even have to use any utensils…

Trinity: …uhmmm…OK, only if there’s noodles.

And ladies and gentlemen…this is where the Hubby and I lost it. And the subject was dropped. See how quickly he got away from another lecture?…I think he does this on purpose…

Who’s the Boss Now…?

2 Nov


I was getting Trinity ready to go to school this morning, when the Hubby came downstairs to take him to school. And it was 7:50am, and the Hubby said that it was too early to leave then, because that means he’ll have to wait in line for 5 minutes…Really??!!

I disagree with this of course, because Trinity has cut it close too many times by the time he gets to class…and I don’t want him to think that’s okay.

Of course being the opinionated child that Trinity is, he chimed in:

T: I agree with daddy…it is still early

Me: No, it’s fine, you just have to wait a few minutes…

T: But he’s the boss, you know…

Me: I thought I was the boss…

T: No, daddy is the big boss here…

Me: …(speechless)…

It literally took me by surprised that it took at least 30 seconds for me to even be able to respond…

Me: Okay, the next time you want to go to Toys ‘R’ Us, let’s see who’s the boss then…see if he’ll buy you anything…don’t come running to me then…

T: (with the most serious look on his face) “Now…mom, let’s not be a Smart-Alec now…”

Yep, my son just called me a smart arse…of course he puts it nicely…but nonetheless…he did call me a smart arse…
I must’ve given my parents so much griefs growing up to be blessed with one that is too smart for his own good…At time like this is when I have to remind myself of the Serenity Prayer-parenting version that is…

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change…
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference,
Living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time…
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace,
Taking this worrisome world as it is, not as I would have it,
Trusting that everything usually turns out all right and probably will again,
That I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with him in the next…(when he has kids of his own.)