Nutmeg and Schnitzel
"Good dog, Nutmeg!"
"Schnitzel, come here!"
"That's right, Nutmeg, stack the papers that way."
Both dogs obediently wear their name tags too--on their foreheads, no less. Bright yellow circles, with their names, taped on. As this charade carried on my man S almost forgot he had the label on him! "Who's Schnitzel?" I said to him, really confused at one point, then, "...Oh!! That's right. Good dog, Schnitzel."
This is how some of our last Saturday went. This part in particular was during chores time. That beloved time on many people's Saturdays when we get sh-- done! Right? This time we did the whole "play first, work later" thing, you know, to change it up a bit. We went to a birthday party first. And the kids got hopped up on sugar. And then we all came home to do some chores before I sent those kids off to their dad's house (hopped up on sugar! sorry M&M!) My eldest, maybe because she was hopped up on sugar (or, actually, maybe not...she's just whacky!) decided to rope her younger brother into helping her with her chores, I guess instead of complaining about them this time. She did this by turning him into a dog named Nutmeg. And Nutmeg was a very obedient dog.
Honestly, I'm not sure what Schnitzel had to do with any of it. My eldest G might've done this as a preventative measure? In case S got a little too "Yes! Hard work is great!" into it, as he's known to do. Schnitzel, though, gave us some beautiful piano accompaniment during this time instead, and then did all the vacuuming, and voila the home was as clean as it'll be with three children running around it.
(Trying to keep your house clean when you have kids is like trying to brush your teeth while eating Oreos, by the way. Thanks to an old friend for that wise phrase!)
But Schnitzel, well Schnitzel is still relatively new to all this. The whole Oreos thing is maybe just starting to sink in more, make more sense. The other craziness aspects of it, though, the wearing-weird-stickers-on-your-head, the birthday parties nearly every other weekend, the little personalities that test you, the love and care you have for those little personalities, well that's all being rather seamlessly accepted. And it is a beautiful thing.
On the way to drop the kids off at their dad's later that day, Nutmeg (my son!) said to me, "Mama, I yove you. So much!" and I said, "Aww, I love you too H", and then, after a pause and some silence, he said to Schnitzel (my man!)--for the FIRST TIME, "...And I yove you too S................but...just a yittle bit! Just a yittle yittle YITTLE tiny bit!"
* * *
It was one of those moments where time kind of stood still for a few seconds. And then that Schnitzel, that good doggy Schnitzel, he beamed, and so did I.
"Aww, I love you too buddy...but don't worry, just a LITTLE bit."
"Schnitzel, come here!"
"That's right, Nutmeg, stack the papers that way."
Both dogs obediently wear their name tags too--on their foreheads, no less. Bright yellow circles, with their names, taped on. As this charade carried on my man S almost forgot he had the label on him! "Who's Schnitzel?" I said to him, really confused at one point, then, "...Oh!! That's right. Good dog, Schnitzel."
This is how some of our last Saturday went. This part in particular was during chores time. That beloved time on many people's Saturdays when we get sh-- done! Right? This time we did the whole "play first, work later" thing, you know, to change it up a bit. We went to a birthday party first. And the kids got hopped up on sugar. And then we all came home to do some chores before I sent those kids off to their dad's house (hopped up on sugar! sorry M&M!) My eldest, maybe because she was hopped up on sugar (or, actually, maybe not...she's just whacky!) decided to rope her younger brother into helping her with her chores, I guess instead of complaining about them this time. She did this by turning him into a dog named Nutmeg. And Nutmeg was a very obedient dog.
Honestly, I'm not sure what Schnitzel had to do with any of it. My eldest G might've done this as a preventative measure? In case S got a little too "Yes! Hard work is great!" into it, as he's known to do. Schnitzel, though, gave us some beautiful piano accompaniment during this time instead, and then did all the vacuuming, and voila the home was as clean as it'll be with three children running around it.
(Trying to keep your house clean when you have kids is like trying to brush your teeth while eating Oreos, by the way. Thanks to an old friend for that wise phrase!)
But Schnitzel, well Schnitzel is still relatively new to all this. The whole Oreos thing is maybe just starting to sink in more, make more sense. The other craziness aspects of it, though, the wearing-weird-stickers-on-your-head, the birthday parties nearly every other weekend, the little personalities that test you, the love and care you have for those little personalities, well that's all being rather seamlessly accepted. And it is a beautiful thing.
On the way to drop the kids off at their dad's later that day, Nutmeg (my son!) said to me, "Mama, I yove you. So much!" and I said, "Aww, I love you too H", and then, after a pause and some silence, he said to Schnitzel (my man!)--for the FIRST TIME, "...And I yove you too S................but...just a yittle bit! Just a yittle yittle YITTLE tiny bit!"
* * *
It was one of those moments where time kind of stood still for a few seconds. And then that Schnitzel, that good doggy Schnitzel, he beamed, and so did I.
"Aww, I love you too buddy...but don't worry, just a LITTLE bit."
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