A couple days ago one of our beloved fish died. I entered the boys' playroom to discover this and tried to prepare myself to tell the boys. When I finally worked up the nerve to tell them, I received a precious reminder that I'm just a girl in a house full of boys.
Their response to the dead fish? "Awesome, he's floating upside down!" And, "Mom, can I pleeeeeease flush him down the toilet?" Sigh.
The next day they asked me if they could go fishing in their aquarium.
Which reminds me of quite a few other comments I've heard:
"Who is stronger, Hulk or the Thing?"
"Who would win in a battle between Namor and Thanos?"
Or Spider-Man and Abomination.
Or Thor and Captain America.
It goes on and on. Daily. Nightly at the dinner table. And my husband is right there in the mix. I just stare at my food and try to focus on something else.
I serve them oatmeal for breakfast and they giggle and say they are eating hot poop.
In fact, they like to talk about bodily functions so much that I have now instituted a rule that we only talk about bathroom things when we are in the bathroom. So the next time I heard them say something about poop I shouted, "Boys!" and I heard one say to the other "All, right, let's go in the bathroom and talk." Oops. Mom outsmarted. They play in there often now.
I take them to the park and overhear Jack say to a friend (whom he just met a moment before) "If you let me punch you, I can show you how strong I am."
We visit Bass Pro Shops for fun, just to look around. And it takes forever!
They ask me more questions, like "Which kind of throw up tastes the worst?" and "Do I have to wear clothes today?"
Jack chases lizards around to "pet" them and Parker wants to live in Ancient Egypt so he can use a bucket for a toilet.
When we eat, it's become a regular conversation (besides the super heroes) to discuss what animal we are eating. When I was a kid, that made me sad. It makes these little boys giggle!
They ask my husband constantly if they can smell his armpit. Seriously.
They also have learned that I have this weird problem with eyes. Eye issues and all things about eyes kind of freak me out. Since learning this they have gone from doing weird things with their eyes and tricking me into looking, to talking about things happening to eyes, to now just simply shouting "eyeball!" randomly throughout the day.
Oh, I'll probably never get used to being the only girl around. But, they do say things to make up for it sometimes.
Like, my favorite... "Mom, if you make your hair red, you'll look just like Black Widow!"
Ha! Yep, just like her. I wish.
Most of the time, I don't know what to do with these boys.
But I don't know what I'd do without them, either.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
All right, so we’ve been in our new home for about a month now, and we've survived the lizard fiasco, I’m finally learning my way around Houston. I figure it’s time for an update!
The Good –
Well, first thing that comes to mind is that everything is really close. I mean, within a 5-10 minute drive in any direction, I can find a Wal-mart, Target, and HEB. That’s all three within minutes in any direction! Pretty amazing. Did I mention how much I love HEB tortillas?
Also, this suburb has a super cute little downtown area with shops and restaurants and just fun, fancy places to go. Not that I get to do it much, but knowing it is there in case I do get a date night - or a visitor - or anything is just exciting.
Oh, yeah, that’s a better-than-good part of it... My babysitters! My family is close by and are always begging to take the boys. It’s nice knowing that people who love my kids as much as me are close by.
A few more “good” things come to mind – fast internet, at home and on my phone; a huge backyard to play in; a great neighborhood with parks and pools nearby; so many fantastic churches that we can’t even make up our minds where we belong; and a job for Stephen that doesn't involve much time away from our family. Its been a while since we had that.
But you know there is The Bad, too –
The traffic is awful and Stephen has to fight a commute each way every day. Everyone in Houston likes to drive, so there isn't much of a public transit system. What is in place now is mostly buses and well, that doesn't really save any time on the road, you know? BUT... we were living with one car since we got back and this commute required us to purchase another so.... I GOT A NEW CAR! Not so bad, now, huh? Remember when I sold my van? I was so sad. Well, we went out and bought the new one and it’s even better than the last!
We don’t have any friends yet, and, as social as I am, that is weighing on me a lot, but we will. I know it. We will. AND... I have about oh, 3 dozen family members all within a 1-2 hour drive, so that’s plenty to keep us busy for now. We’d love to meet some other families, though. All the small groups we have been a part of in the past have been really special to us.
Everything is close by. I know I mentioned this as a “good” thing, but it can quickly become a bad thing, so I’m acknowledging that, too. It’s so easy to run out to Chick-fil-A for lunch or just head to Target for some browsing. It could be expensive if I’m not careful! BUT... at least I have everything I need. I miss the military commissary, but only for their prices. In Cambodia, I had to make do with whatever I could get. Here, I can follow recipes exactly as written and make crafts just like the ones I pin on pinterest, and well, do anything. It’s not such a bad problem!
The heat is awful. Houston is hot. Really hot. And humid. Cambodia was hot. Really hot. And humid. Can a girl ever get a break? Do I ever get a chance to wear my boots that have been packed up since I lived further north? No positive spin on this for me.... COOL OFF, TEXAS! I've been hot for like 2 years now! Even little Jack was puffing air outside a couple weeks ago and when I asked what he was doing, he said "Blowing out the sun so it won't be so hot!" Maybe we need a Rocky Mountains vacation?
OK, The UGLY.
I’d take a picture if I could, but I’m usually too busy screaming and running to even think about a camera. Its the roaches. Ew. They are big. They fly. They are everywhere. EEEEEWWWW! We had bugs in Cambodia, and we even had great big roaches, but I just can’t handle it here! I called pest control to see if they could come and spray and the girl kindly said, “You aren’t from around here, are you?” Well, actually I am from close by, and I do remember standing on the toilet screaming (as a teenager) for my Dad to come kill a roach. It’s just been a while, and I don’t care to do it again. The sweet pest control lady told me that they can spray, but the roaches will still get inside. They’ll just die when they get in. Oh, okay, ew again. Dead roaches everywhere? I just don’t know what to do.
But at least there aren’t bugs in my food. In Cambodia I often found myself just scooping the ants out of my coffee or cereal so I could finish it. I can live with non-harmful giant monster roaches if I don’t have to eat them.
Ha. Haha. It’s the little things...