Do Not Eat Digiorno Pizza on a Paper Plate

Ingles had the Digiorno pizza and breadstick kits on sale for $5.98. I had (2) $1.50 coupons so I picked 2 kits up. I was so excited I'd just scored such a deal for lunch!!! We rolled up in the driveway and I nearly fell out of the car trying to get out so fast and get that frozen bad boy cookin'. Only too bad for me, when I reached the back door and realized I didn't have a flippin' door key! Ugh...it's only 2000 degrees in the deep south today. So I called Alan to come rescue us and in the meantime, I stuffed the kids and myself back in the car to wait. I thought I'd put the extra frozen pizza in the outside freezer (I was able to get in the garage via clicker). In the 30 seconds it took me to do that, Sophie climbed in my seat so she could flip down the visor and apply another coat of lip gloss. Now I'm drenched in sweat and my precious refuses to move away from the mirror. I finally pick her up and move her myself so I can get back in. And whew, my prince charming cruises up and rescues us! I'm so ready to sink my teeth into the frozen (well, not really frozen anymore) pizza that I head straight to the oven and get it started. In 15 minutes, the oven beeps and I remove 1 set of golden breadsticks smothered in bubbling cheese alongside a large pizza pie with little pockets of grease on top. Mmmmm...yummy. The kids eat and once they clear the room, I finally sit down with my grocery store prize to enjoy lunch. Trying to save myself a little work later, I decided to use a paper plate. About 1/2 way through the gourmet meal, I set the pizza slice down a little too hard apparently and the crumbs on the plate vibrated and can you belive one of them flew up into the air and landed in MY EYE??? Dang it, now I can't open my eye but I need to get the pesty piece of golden crumb out of my eyeball. Finally, I just swoop a finger in and manage to sweep it out. It was still an awesome lunch; thanks for wondering if I enjoyed it.

Lesson learned: Either use a regular plate for pizza or set the pizza down very carefully on a paper plate.

You Are Not God

Sophie and I got into an argument in the car today on the way home from Bruster's. I guess Sam was too busy shoveling his cookie dough ice cream in to participate in this one. All of a sudden, Sophie announced in her sing-song voice, "I am God. Yes, I am God." I said, very matter-of-factly, "No, you're not." In response, she sang the same phrase louder and louder until I screamed over her, "You're not God! He lives in heaven and takes care of all of us!!!" Then she squished her ice cream onto her lips and sweetly said, "Mommy, look at my lips. Aren't they beautiful?" Oh, the randomness kills me.

If You're Gonna Raise an Empathetic Child...

be prepared for a conversation like this...

Sam comes to me and tells me he'd like to talk to me in private after he got in trouble for driving his little sister's purple princess car around the yard. (He's not supposed to be in the car since he looks kinda silly and he has his own go cart to ride.) So we go to my bedroom and he drops his shoulders, looks at the ground, shakes his head, and sighs, "I feel like a bad kid. I just keep aggravating Sophie and doing things to her that I know she doesn't like." Whoa. I just sat there for a minute, my mind racing to come up with a sensitive, yet direct response. I finally admitted that my dear, sweet sisters were once monsters that annoyed me as well. And that as a child, it was very difficult to not do things to make them mad. Oh yeah, and that sometimes I feel that way about Daddy, too. I explained that any time you live with other people, they can get on your nerves but that doesn't make you a bad kid. Then we prayed for patience with our family members and forgiveness for the times we lost our patience. He said he felt better after our conversation but I felt tired. It's exhausting trying to explain things on his level without watering it down too much and skipping over the truth. But I'm thankful that at least he does seem to be developing empathy. Now if we could just get him to be empathetic about our lack of sleep, that would be great.

If You Win Some Money...

expect something to happen. My mom was interested in looking for a new car (after hers became a sinkhole for $). We are good friends with the sales manager of a local lot so I took her there to see what they could do for her. They had some awesome incentives going on and they had a great car for her. So she decided to buy. I honestly had no clue they were also running a promotion for referrals...since I took her and she bought a car, I got $200! Cool! We didn't know it, but Alan's parents also decided to buy a new car from the same lot and they gave the salesman Alan's name. So another $200! Really cool, right?! Well...maybe not.

Here's a breakdown of how we spent that fun money:
Sophie's 1st optometrist appt.=$75
Sophie's 1st pair of eyeglasses=$175
Replacing a broken window=$100 (the kid who cuts our grass threw a rock up from the lawnmower and busted out our living room window)

TOTAL=$350
*God providing for our needs= PRICELESS