The Family Date Night

For Christmas, we were given a  "family night."  It included 6 movie tickets and a gift card to Red Robin, and since it is too expensive to take all the kids to a movie, we decided to save this for a special treat.  We finally used it this weekend and David and I were quickly reminded of why we don't ever, EVER, take our children to sit-down restaurants EVER.

In fairness, we had already had a super long day.  Our first mistake was no naps.  Our second mistake was David taking the kids to the beach  and wearing them out while I cleaned the rental house.  Our third mistake was thinking 4 tired children could sit and eat like decent human beings.

Handsome Dude, in the spirit of Handsome Dude, completely flipped out because he ripped his coloring page.  

I mean, who wouldn't?

 This dreadful happenstance rocked his world and he was unable to cope any longer.  So he laid down on the booth with his cute little bum in the air and wailed:

"I hate dis place!  I am eating NUFFING here.  NUFFING!"

*cry, wail, sob*

Boy.  He sure showed us.

Little Dude was in rare form that day.

Kind of like . . . every other day.

  He spoke constantly in the "creepy bunny voice" I've told you about.

Do you remember it, dear readers?  Do you? 

I really do need to get this recorded for you so you can truly appreciate the severe creepiness of it.  But, anyways, it is this fakey, high-pitched voice that he uses to talk to his stuffed bunnies and puppies.

Sometimes he wakes us up with it, to further intensify the creepiness.  We will be sound asleep and then we hear him from the living room.

He sets up about 15 of his stuffed friends on the couch.  Then he loudly talks to them:

"Hi, Everybody!  Who wants breakfast?!"

He truly is the strangest kid we have ever met.

So, Little Dude was in non-stop Creepy Creeperton mode.  At one point, I tried to do that thing all moms do and lick my hand and wipe the ketchup off his face.

Don't gasp, readers.  You do it, too.

And my boy decided to do it right back to me.  It was horrible.  He just kept licking his grimely little hand and smearing it all over my face, all while creepily saying:

"All clean, Mom!  All clean!"

And his tongue was yellow.

WHY WAS HIS TONGUE YELLOW?

I shudder at the thought.

So.  To further punish ourselves, we take them to see Cars 2.  If you are a Cars 2 fan, then I apologize, but boy that movie was not-so-good.

Longest 2 hours of my life.  And, this will shock you, but my husband fell asleep.  This is odd for him.

 So I was down a helper.

And an entire large diet soda spilled.

And we had 14 bathroom runs.

And Daisy Mae did flips on the bars.  Because she is seven and well-behaved.

And we aren't taking them to the movies again until they are in college.

And thus ends my recap of Family Date Night.

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We were given a cat this weekend!  He is a boy and apparently he will slaughter all mice on our lands, so he is already my favorite cat in the whole, wide world.

He already had a name, but my kids renamed him. 

The girls were on the phone with Bimlissa's daughter, and they asked her what they should name their cat.

Her response?

Steam Boat Willie.

*giggle, giggle, chuckle, chuckle*

You know?  As in Steam Boat Willie . . .

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Therefore, and henceforth, the cat formally known as the ferocious and manly "Cougar" has been demoted to the not so intimidating name of "Steam Boat Willie."

And he already ran away.  Do we blame him? 

No.  No we do not.

He must have gotten tipped off by the rabbits.

"Beware!  Beware of the boy with the creepy, bunny voice!"

But we do hope he comes back.  He has mice to pulverize.

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The girls told us yesterday that we were the meanest parents in the world because we would not let them have a lemonade stand.

A)  We didn't have lemonade

B)  We don't live near, like, passersby.

Nevertheless!  The girls felt they should be able to sit out and have a meet and greet with the neighbors.

So, they decided they would just sit out there and give away ice water.

To the nonexistent passersby.

Sadly, we had to put an end to that brilliance because my girls were taking bottled waters, opening them up and dumping them into a pitcher.

?

Because that makes sense.

So, then they marched around talking amongst themselves in voices loud enough so we would hear saying:

"Mom and Dad are so MEAN!"

"They never let us do anything fun!"

Um, hello?  Beach?  Red Robin?  Cars 2?  Steam Boat Willie?  896 Billion Rabbits?

But, I digress.

"Maybe we should just GO TO BED!"

Oh, darn.  That would be sad.

So, I took the kids on a walk up the road.  They wanted to ride their bikes, but I have a rule that if they are leaving our driveway, they must wear a helmet.  I know, it doesn't make sense and they should always wear a helmet.

But that is not the point.

We have about 25 helmets that can never be found.  It is quite perplexing.  Anyways, I told the kids to forget about the bikes and I started up the road with three of the kids.

  Handsome Dude, who was being difficult, really wanted to ride his bike, but could not find his helmet.  I told him to just walk with me.

This did not please him.

But I leave anyways.

So, as I am walking I hear him wailing and wailing all the way from the garage. 

But what else is new?

Then the wailing gets louder and I turn and see this:

Ha!  Somebody gave us this huge motorcyle helmet or whatever it is and he found it.  But he couldn't see a thing, so he is screaming and riding all crazy-like up the road.

It was humorous.

And he was trying to eat a popsicle, too.

And, he got it all over his glasses. 

Shocking.

So he handed me his glasses . . .

and was pleased with his awesomeness.

I hope you all had a lovely weekend!

Did you do anything fun?

Did you get a cat named Steam Boat Willie?

Did you take your kids to the movies?

Does your son talk in a creepy, bunny voice?

Please share, if you feel so inclined.

Happy Monday!