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Hi! My name is Crystin. I am a "homemaker" in training I suppose. My resume is pretty extensive. I am currently an {okay} cook, a boo boo kisser, a playmate, a jungle gym, bug catcher, butt wiper... I think I'm missing butcher, {I'm not a} baker, and candle stick maker. We will put a pin in that. I am a stay at home mom to two boys and a wife to a pretty awesome husband who thinks I'm pretty awesome too. I love learning new things, tricks, tips, recipes, cleaning technique. I really love being a Home Maker and I am always still learning. I have a strange sense of humor sometimes but I always try to be honest. Motherhood is hard and I am doing the best I can with what I have. A mother's life is dirty, messy, fun, silly, pretty gross sometimes...it's exhausting, enjoyable and all in all, a darn good time.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

"Guys... I don't Mommy likes this game very much"-Jerry

He's right....Mommy didn't like this game very much.  Leave it to a father and two boys to make up a game that involves pelting a small defenseless play cottage with oversized blocks. I come home from work yesterday and Jerry says "Boys! Why don't you show mommy our block game"... The boys perk up and everyone goes upstairs. I should have known that it was something bad when Jerry turns to me and says as he motions to tiny door on the children's play cottage..."You gotta get in, lay with your head protected under this blue table thing and your butt and legs come out this way." Imagine my surprise when I realized the "you" he was referring to was...me. "What do you mean? I LAY in this house? For..what?" I managed to get that sentence out as he's shoving me through the door. So I squish in as instructed...my head is securely under the blue table thingy for safety and my butt and legs are "out this way".  I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard the first BANG...Then the second... I soon realize MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN ARE THROWING OVERSIZED HARD BLOCKS INTO THE COTTAGE...AS I LAY THERE, defenseless.  I wasn't able to think about that reality because I was too busy in the fetal position hoping that the little blue thingy was securely covering my head. WHO DOES THIS???

The kids were having a blast..me, not so much...but they were giggling like hyenas.

I managed to take some pictures when it was Jerry's turn in the death trap.


 Leave it to Lucas to pick up a fire truck and try to chuck that into the cottage.

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