The Beauchamp FamilyYes, we really are this geeky…

Tom made these amazing burgers a few nights ago along with some baked french fries.

Jamie, who recently has started actually eating potatoes in other forms pipes up:

“Wow, these are kind of potatoey!”

Which begs the question… what did the 9-year-old THINK french fries were made of?

Oh, and Cassie has lice again. I guess we didn’t catch them all last time. ARGH! I’ve come up with an insane mommy regiment to get rid of them this time. I mean it! This is war, people!

I have this weird thing with Cassie (tell me I’m not the only mom that tortures her children). Any time she tells me another mom did something really cool, I ask her if that means I’m not her favorite mommy anymore, it makes her giggle. I always proclaim that the other mommy is OBVIOUSLY her favorite mommy now.

Cassie came home from the neighbor’s house on Friday with a mini pencil and a silly bandz (I hadn’t heard of them either until very recently). I was joking with her after her shower that Mrs. Neighbor was now her favorite mommy. She was giggling when I asked her who her favorite mommy was and she stopped and got really serious. I thought she was going to be mad because I was picking on her, but no. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “No. You’re my favorite Mommy.” I asked why and she replied, her voice full of seriousness and sincerity, “Because you are MY Mommy.”

Dammit. She almost made me cry. Yes, sweetheart, I certainly am your mommy.

Jamie and I were driving in the car yesterday and he was in the backseat rambling about random stuff like he does. I honestly just nod and say “uh huh” a lot because it’s nearly a verbal assault with him when he gets going.

We’re driving along and stop in traffic in front of a stone supply place. He’s looking and rambling about it and talking about what they sell and why.

I told him that they sell stones, so you can decorate our house or whatever you’d use them for. He got really quiet back there and you could nearly hear the little gears turning his head… about a full minute later I hear.

“Mom. They sell rocks!” in the most incredulous voice I’ve ever heard.

Yes, son, they sell rocks…. and people buy them.

Jamie has been sick, home from school the past 4 days. I took him to the doctor on Tuesday because he said he had a sore throat when he swallows and his tummy was hurting. I thought there was a chance he had strep because those are the two tell-tale signs. It was negative (whew!) but he still didn’t eat hardly anything all week. On Wednesday night he was crying in his sleep because he had an earache. Back to the doctor yesterday and he has an ear infection. It’s been quite a week.

When the kids are sick, we let them sleep on the floor in our room or in bed with me (poor Tom takes the sofa). Last night, we moved the mattress from Jamie’s bed into our room on the floor and he sacked out there.

Cassie comes in dressed this morning while I’m brushing my hair. I had music playing (Single Ladies) so she and I were dancing around, being silly. Cassie announced it was a dance party morning. Jamie sat up on his bed and started bouncing up and down and said, “That means I’m the bouncer!!”

Heh. Yup, it’s Club Beauchamp apparently.

Oh, and the photo is Jamie reading Coraline by Neil Gaiman on my Kindle. Little thief

Tom was sitting with the kids while they finished up lunch and they asked about Passover and different religious things and asked what Easter was all about for those who went to church. (For us, it’s a chance to give our kids lots of candy via a rabbit).

Tom explained that the Christians believe that on Easter, Jesus rose from the dead and etc etc. He thought it was going pretty well until…

Jamie looked at him and said, “Dad, that’s nasty, so he’s like a zombie, right?”

LOL LOL. I swear, we didn’t say anything around him, but I always proclaim today to be Happy Zombie Day.

Awesome, as if the religious family members don’t already think we’re weird enough. And zombies are really big at school now. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

“Daddy, you’re not purdy! You’re bald!”

Heh.

Jamie has lately shown he has quite a little sense of humor. He made a little joke and I proclaimed “You are such a little nerd!”

To which he replied, “I’m not a nerd, I’m a computer geek!”

Ahhh… at least he knows who he is

Jamie and Cassie are starting to be obsessed with language idioms. I blame a book we got in for review called The One and Only Sam and Tom shared a few with them.

This morning, we were in the drop off line behind a daycare van and this was the conversation from the backseat:

Jamie: “Caution – Children”

Me: “Yup, it’s a daycare bus”

Jamie: “Yeah, cuz kids can be kinda dangerous, ya know!”

Cassie: “You never know what kids will do, look out, mom!”

*snicker*
Yeah, I’m easily amused.

It’s late, but I’m still working (it’s January. I’m always working. ’nuff said.) The kids are getting stuff together to go spend the night with friends. Cassie has her suitcase but Jamie says he has his clothes packed, but we don’t see anything. Tom mumbled something about he probably used a garbage bag because well, he’s Jamie…. a few minutes pass and I hear the following conversation:

Tom: Jamie, Why is there underwear on the kitchen counter?

Jamie: Oh, it must have fallen out.

Tom: Out of what?

Jamie: The bag of clothes

Tom: Oh *looks and mumbles* Yeah, you actually did use a garbage bag.

Jamie: *incredulously* Of course I did!

Maybe you had to be there, but Jamie’s “Of course” had us rolling. Because, ya know, he’s Jamie.

I just got a phone call:

Me: “Hello?”

Caller: “It’s me, Jamie. I don’t have my binder.”

Me: “Okay, what’s in your bookbag then?”

Jamie: “Oh, it’s fully of Cassie’s dirty clothes.”

Me: *blink* “Um, okay, let me finish my shower and I’ll bring your binder if I can find it”

Jamie: “Okay, thanks Mommy, you’re the best!”

I want to ask why the heck he has Cassie’s dirty clothes in his backpack. They didn’t go on a sleepover together or anything. But I’m afraid of whatever strange answer those two would come up with. In the meantime, I cannot find his binder and my hair is soaking wet (worked out today with Chris over at Libra Fitness so I was nasty – shower much needed TYVM). Sigh. When is this whole Mommy thing over?