life in alaska

I'm going to try to write this without gagging.

This morning I had a check-up at the OB, and Jeff decided to make mac 'n cheese for the kids for lunch. I came home right as he was serving it up, and he (very kindly) brought me a plate as I plopped down on the couch. As I began chewing the second bite, I realized something was dreadfully wrong. The kids (except for Emmie, who was finished) were begging not to eat it, and Riley had her head down on the table with a miserable look on her face. As I began to fight the growing nausea, I asked Jeff what on earth was wrong with the macaroni.

He replied that he didn't think I would notice, and he would tell me once I finished eating. As if. It began to dawn on me that we were out of milk (I had just brought some home from Kroger) and there was an eggy-cinnamon taste in my mouth - therefore, he had to have used EGG-NOG instead of milk. He admitted it. He claimed that he didn't think it would make much of a difference.

After the nasty taste left my mouth we were able to laugh about it. Jeff has named his new specialty "Christmas Macaroni" or possibly "Crottsmas Macaroni." He's planning to see if the twins will eat it.

Logan is reading to Emmie. Wow. They're having a post-awana snack and she just said "Okay, now get back to reading." Thanks to World Magazine and their book list stuff that said for boys his age the sillier the book the better, I found stuff he likes.

Some recent funny things...
Last week Em dressed up with a tutu, cape, and other accessories and came singing to me "La-la-la La-la-la, I'm fairy au contrairy and I'm giving people snacks!"

Brady and Carson poach my food constantly. I got a yogurt out and sat down to eat it, ending up feeding it all to them (like tiny birds, they stand with open mouths grunting for food.) Got myself a new yogurt, same thing happened. Got a third out and said to Brady (Carson was full) "Okay, Brady, this one's for Momma." To which he frowned and replied indignantly "MY! MY!"

Carson loves to come up and tickle my toes. He grins and says, "A dubby-dubby-dubby" while he tickles. This was funnier before I broke a toe on my right foot and now have to protect it from myself and five children.

Let's see...new words. Brady says "Muh-ma'am" for Yes Ma'am, "na-noo" for thank you. Carson mostly grins at him proudly while Brady speaks. Now and then Carson will come out with a sentence like "Day-ya-go" for there you go, or "OO-at-dat!" for look at that. But mostly he runs around like a wild monkey, randomly biting people and attacking my computer whenever I turn around.