So I was folding my husband's laundry just before 8 am this morning and I heard a rather loud metallic bashing sound from the kitchen. I peeked around the corner from my room to look down the hall way, from where I can see the kitchen. There were Wyatt and cousin Adam, sitting on the floor near the utensil drawer, each holding a spatula in their hot little hands. Wyatt had a black Rubbermaid spatula and Adam possessed a metal variety. Each boy was happily smacking the flat part of the spatula on the floor with a look of glee in his eye.
"Hey, keep it down," I bellowed. There was a momentary pause in the festivities while they both looked up at me. "What are you guys doing?" I questioned.
"We're makin' noise, Mom" Wyatt offers up, stating the obvious with a smile.
"Yes, I am aware of that," I respond with no little annoyance. At that point Wyatt spread his hand down flat on the floor and started whacking on it with the spatula. "Don't hurt your hand, Wyatt. And especially you Adam, since you have the metal one." They continued on unphased by my warning. "Well, good luck with that." My last sage words of advice were obviously falling on deaf ears. I then returned to my room to finish the chores.
Lovely Ella was sitting at the foot of my bed. She had in her hands a bamboo sushi roller laid out lengthwise between her legs. Additionally, she was handling a small rubber super ball about one and a half inches in diameter. It's swirling red and blue lines were popping out against the main white background of the ball in the dim light in my room. Ella was mumbling to herself in concentration as she attempted to wrap the ball in the sushi roller.
"Whatever makes you happy little lady," was the only sensible thing I could say to her. I watched her trying to put her project together for a few minutes then knelt down and helped her. Her happy smile at holding the now tube-shaped sushi roller with the ball inside was what every mom wants to see. Then Ella spent some time looking through the tube at the ball, sort of like a telescope. Ah, our simple life.
If you can't tell already, the contents of my utensil draw are free game to the kids. Since my house just squeaks in at a whopping 800 square feet I let the kids have liberties that I would not likely condone had we a larger abode. But accepting the situation as it is, I am amenable to most activities so long as they don't destroy furniture, cabinets, carpets, or children's body parts.
After moving from the exciting and rewarding task of folding hubbies clothes, I took a moment to log onto the Internet and sign in on the roll call at The Secret in The Sauce, which to the initiated is recognized by the initials SITS. As I was waiting for the page to load, I was gazing at the leopard print wall paper with pink piping and something startling dawned on me.
The apron I picked for my Secret Santa (sister-in-law Suzi) to gift me is the spot on duplicate in pattern and trim as the SITS site!!!.
What does this mean?? Is is purely coincidence or is this some subliminal signal that I have been abducted by SITS? When I was on the apron site Thanksgiving day, the pattern just "lept" out at me and I immediately knew I wanted it. It was not too froofy or silly girly for my personality. Mostly it looked fun and to be honest, slightly out of character for me. Maybe it represents a little challenge to get out side my normal parameters or it's a reflection of the new freedom I feel with this Blog journey. Regardless, me thinks this selection was not just a strange twist of fate and it reveals the normal changing that everyone should do.
Have I been influenced by the SITS site or is this just strange luck? And then, how are you going to get out of character for next year?
Late Breaking News. The SITS ladies are giving away a 200 dollar gift card tomorrow!
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