A Delightfully, Delectable Dinner

Supper was memorable the other day.

We had company that stayed till just past 5.  We usually like to eat somewhere between 5 and 5:30.  So I threw a couple of chicken breasts in the pan and set a pan of water and rice to boil.  Paul was pestering me relentlessly about helping me cook so I set him to the task of stirring the rice as it softly boiled.  Off I went to do some other things in the house.

Soon a burning smell reached my nostrils.  I ran to the kitchen to find that Paul had abandoned the rice and it was cremated beyond recognition.  Sigh.  On the other hand, my chicken breasts were beautifully browned.  So it looked like the chicken ceaser salad was thus far the only thing edible for supper.

With the lovely charcoally aroma of cremated rice wafting in the air, I set a pot of water to boil on the stove.  It was now 6:00.  I threw a couple of handfuls of spaghetti into the boiling water and heated up a jar of sauce.  By 6:30 we were all seated at the table staring at a large chicken Caesar salad and a pot of spaghetti.  I salvaged Monday night's meal in decent time and felt pretty good about it

We prayed and everyone's plate was filled.  At my right, Seth began to wail.  I looked over at him wondering what on earth was possessing him.  Supper too close to bedtime?  Perhaps supper is NOT what he expected?  Did I bump him or forgot to fill his cup with water?

A slight pause ensued and then a volley of vomit spewed from his mouth.  A foul smelling waterfall cascaded from his mouth, splattered against his small mound of spaghetti and rebounded onto mine.

1..................    2...............    3............  yes we got 3 waves of vomit rain down upon our supper table that night--the supper that was painstakingly made twice over.  When the horror ceased we surveyed the damage.  Seth, coated in puke, was smiling.  "I feel WAY better mom!" was his charming reply.  Regurgitated noodles hung from the side of the table....still dripping.  Clear, mucousy vomit had pooled, covering half of the table and dripped off the side--every drip of course splattering a nearby chair.  At this point however, one could no longer smell the rice that had been burned earlier.  Nope, the air now smelled MUCH different. 

Dan ran a bath for the sick boy.  I cleaned up.  Then we all sat down and finished our supper.  One would think that this was normal in the Gordon household.  I don't know...it just is what it is.

Facebook Post Update

Today we have a guest blogger.  he's the other half of me that is responsible for all the 'activity' that goes around our house.  I am stealing (with permission) some of his facebook posts.  In addition I will add some of mine.  That should get us all caught up a bit here.  I know most of you have read most of these posts already, but one reason I blog is to have a bit of a record of our busy life with 5 young kids.

Dan's Facebook Posts:

* I got a brand new shiny tooth brush yesterday. All because my 2 year old daughter needed to use mine to clean her toes.

* Cutting the lawn today Eric & Paul decided to water balloon me and their younger brother Seth. Upon interrogation, they told me their mother was helping them. Eric, Paul and Mommy were throw into the pool. Insurrection destroyed!

* Engagement party for my brother was really fun. Norm put on a fireworks show to end the night that was pretty awesome. Lots of food and folks. Really great evening.

* Courtney's favorite. She stole and ate a whole bag a couple weeks ago.   (then follows a bag of the chalk droppies.

* My 2 yr old daughter got my chair for me this morning. What a sweet child. On another note, I was carrying a plate of bacon.

* My wife exclaimed today 'all children are to be in bed by 7:30pm'. The cheers I made were heard throughout parkland county. True story.

Anita's Facebook Posts:

* Last week Paul and his cousin built a city in the sandbox. Then they flooded the sandbox with water and called it Calgary. This week my boys were building a tall mountain out of sand. They built a little town at its base and are calling it Turtle Mountain (aka Frank slide). It's natural disaster month here.

* My 4 year old workaholic son wants a pair of barn gloves, a squeegee and a disinfecting pressure washer wand for his birthday.

* Well, VBS is almost over. It's been a lot of fun and I loved my class a lot, but I am thankful that I only have 5 kids everyday and not 15. I am exhausted!

* It takes a VERY special 2 year old who will grab a box of bean seeds, open it, trot all around the yard and return a half empty box to her mother again.

* Of all things, Paul wanted me to 'draw' a giant silk worm on his birthday cake......so that's what he got. Needless to say, he is ecstatic.

*Well, I'm giving our school year 5 more weeks and then I'm pulling the plug...done or not. We've worked hard, tried our best and besides, we're all completely fed up with it anyways.

 

Lunch Time!

Courtney often falls asleep just before lunch so on many days she will eat lunch on her own after she wakes up.  On this particular occasion she was not so very impressed with the menu so she let the Lincoln dog inside and discreetly fed him her lunch.  Note how well he is sitting--quietly, right beside her chair.  This was totally planned.