The new bike and other Brody things.

December 17, 2007 at 12:14 pm (Brody)

Brody got a new bike for his birthday. He got his first “new bike” induced black eye yesterday. He doesn’t quite have the grasp of riding a bigger bike yet and since he’s not feeling well, I’m sure his balance and coordination are off. I am not sure what happened, but he came running in the house yesterday and started blubbering (literally) about his bike and how he was trying to get on it…  that was the last I heard.

You know when you are sick or hurt you can sort of keep it together – then you see your mom and lose it? That’s exactly what he did. (I do the same thing so he comes by it honestly.) As soon as I wrapped my arms around him, the tear gates opened and tears were streaming down his little face. 😦 Luckily, we have replaced Mr. Happy  after a terrible squeezing accident and Brody was content to watch cartoons with Mr. Happy on his face to take down the swelling. I think that Brody thinks he is too old for Mr. Happy, I know he feels he is too mature for Mr. Happy. But seriously, how can you resist Mr. Happy and his magical healing powers? I’ve even used Mr. Happy for a few boo-boos.

This morning, Brody’s face wasn’t swollen but he had a big gash on his cheek.  It was especially disturbing because Michael and I just installed a new rule in our house.  Basically, we are becoming the meanest parents in the whole world and will probably rot in hell. If our children want to whine and complain about their dinner and not eat it, they will be getting that meal (the exact same meal) for breakfast the next morning. Brody was the first to test the rule and it proved to be brutal! If they fail to eat it at breakfast, they will be served that meal at lunchtime.

Brody refused to eat his dinner last night. No, it was not liver and onions. We had roast chicken, potatoes and carrots. It was delicious but he and Evan refused to eat it. I finally cajoled Evan into eating it (he’ll eat anything if I feed him) but Brody stood strong. He went to bed without supper and was then served that meal again this morning. By the end of the morning, it looked like Brody wasn’t going to eat it. I gave him the “so, I guess you’ll die speech” and his daddy got his lunchbox ready with the uneaten breakfast. After all was said and done Brody ended up eating his supper for breakfast and was rewarded with cheese and crackers AND a salami sandwich for lunch. Complete with a juice box. We aren’t total assholes.

However, I hope that he learned a lesson in all of this mess. Food is precious and a lot of effort goes into preparing healthy dishes. Also, his mommy does not take kindly to mean words about a meal – especially one involving a roasting pan and a chicken! I made lemon squares yesterday (can you say Heaven?) and chocolate chip cookies; then I roasted a chicken – all this and christmas shopping too!  Only to have both of my children not even take a bite and tell me how yucky their dinner is and that they aren’t eating it.  ah motherhood, sometimes it’s a pile of shit plopped on your head.

Speaking of shopping… how come no one told me to avoid the store with the circle and the dot on a Sunday before Christmas???  Who is to blame? The toy aisles were jam packed full of parents fighting over the last Star Wars lego death star. There were children running all over the place, carts jammed up blocking the aisle. It was crazy! I have a whole trunk full of toys though. Only 1 each for my children with a few stocking stuffers. Their grandmother (my mom) went crazy and bought them hot wheels race tracks. I was wrapping one of the boxes and it actually said “unfolds to over 6 feet of racing track!” I almost put it back in the mail and sent it to her. I don’t have 6 feet of free space in our tiny cave… nevermind 6 feet for a racing track! I broke down and bought the boys the right cars for each track (have you seen the hot wheels aisle lately? It’s almost as bad as the Barbie aisle!) Brody got the 5 pack of mustangs (of course) and Evan got the crash cars. I also bought them the official holder of hot wheels cars because you don’t know pain until you’ve stepped on a car AND a lego piece in the middle of the night!


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