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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Today is Tuesday

Is it just me, or are my post titles getting more and more creative as time goes on?

Oh.
Just me I guess.

As previously mentioned, today is Tuesday.
Or as they say in French, mardi.

Thank you Rosetta Stone: I now know the days of the week, how to be a third-party observer to a boy eating rice, and the infamous number 19.
Somebody send me to Quebec, quick!

This morning I took the weight & cardio class at the gym.

Alas, my efforts were thwarted by an unfortunate mid-afternoon intersection of a spoon, my mouth, and a carton of Rocky Road.

No, I do not mean bowl of Rocky Road. When I say carton, I mean carton.

The boy helped me make my bed this morning.


Then when I was showering* he jumped all over it like the juvenile monkey that he is.



*Yes! I showered before noon today!
I should make a note of that on my calendar.


This afternoon I got together with a friend (Hi Erin! Nice name!) who offered to show me some of her homeschooling materials.

Why, you ask?
(Or maybe you didn't ask, in which case I will tell you to skip the next paragraph and then stop being a jerk.)

Well, because my ice cream habit has led me to believe that oversized denim jumpers might feel more comfortable on my waistline so I should probably have the career to go with it.

Kidding!

I know that homeschooling moms don't all wear denim jumpers.
Though I'm pretty sure the good ones do.

The truth is that since Alex is going to be thrust into a completely French-speaking school system when we get to Bagotville (chuckle, snort), I should probably work with her at home to make sure that when we eventually return to the States, she can read and write in English.

But I'm telling you, if it turns out that I like this homeschooling stuff and continue to do it back in the U.S., I'm holding Erin personally responsible.


Then I made my children a gourmet dinner.


Relax people, I threw in some flax seed and chopped bananas. Totally nutritious.
I even peeled off the burnt outsides for them because I'm such a caring mother.

Finally, Daddy made a surprise early appearance this evening!
(early = before the kids are in bed)

Welcome home Josh! It's burnt banana pancake night!

And then a rousing round of Ride-the-Daddy ensued.

I didn't think he was pulling enough weight around the house (get it? get it?), so I threw him the vacuum so he could do some work. 


I know I made fun of it before, but I'm thinking I might just go ahead and order a Daddle for Josh's birthday.

So that was my Mardi in Review.
Stay tuned tomorrow when I'll share all about my mercredi with you all.

I can sense your anticipation from here.

Oh, and there will be a pop quiz on vendredi. So study up.

14 comments:

Christina said...

Pancakes for dinner=awesome.
I am sad that that is what I made for dinner the night Christian got sick a couple of weeks ago. He may never eat another pancake! I need breakfast for dinner, though!
Love the pictures of Dad giving rides. (I hesitated to write that...but I did it anyway. I couldn't think of just how to say it.)

I'm Erin. said...

Christina you naughty thing! ;)

I'm Erin. said...

Christina you naughty thing! ;)

mikeandmelissafisher said...

I don't know who Christina is but that is hilarious.

Anyway, so I have a thing for languages (I love them, they love me). I had a friend studying French 101 in college and she needed help one time, so I helped her learn the days of the week and months of the year.

I still remember them.

She doesn't.

Anyway, good luck with the homeschooling thing. It will be awesome when you return and Alex knows English AND French...probably better than you or me :) (Or is it, "You and I?" Whatever.)

Point proven.

thelumberjackswife said...

Christina is so naughty these days! Tsk, tsk. :)

Great post! Love the pancakes.

thelumberjackswife said...

Some other points I must add:
A) I like your room.
B) I am contemplating homeschool.
C) I was stalking your blog comments, because I am weird and can't sleep, and saw your dad commented!!! And you talk about things like . . . you know . . . wink, wink . . . and making out and such!

How do you do it?
You.
Are.
A.
God.
Dess.

Teach me, master.
Just kidding.
I can't do it.
But, seriously!
Dude!

Joyce said...

This was hilarious! I love that you posted the pancakes : )

Erin said...

Hmmmm, I don't have a denim jumper yet. I'll buy you one if you decide to keep with it. Or, if you have more little ones, those take a toll on your waistline too.

aTXtumbleweed said...

Just LOVE your sense of humor - This is becoming my favorate blog!

Rachel said...

Can I just say that being a french minor in college, I'm loving your smatherings of french vocab :) It gives me giggles. Have you picked a French name for your conversation practice? I think you should. Call Josh something like, Jean-Luc and you can be Chantelle. So cute.

The Passionate Housewife said...

You know us homeschoolers are a ROWDY bunch... we are all about the weirdness and unsocialized kids! Are you sure you want to join us?
I just LOVE wearing my denim jumper and tennis shoes.

Feeding your kids breakfast for dinner?... okay, you might just fit in afterall.
You ARE going to have to dust off those ovaries though, better just except it now! :)

The Passionate Housewife said...

*accept*

Did I mention that I homeschool?

Yikes.

Jamie said...

Thanks for putting a smile on my face, as usual my friend! :)

Michelle James said...

I thought your dinner was waffles with chocolate on them. :) Oops.