Here are a few recent quotations from the funniest little girl I know.
Jillian holding a valentine card says, "This card is for me. It says; Dear Jillian, thank you for all of the wonderful things you do. In Jillian's name, Amen."
Me: "Jillian, do you want waffles for breakfast?"
Jillian: "Indeed Mama."
Jillian at the grocery store picks up some gogert and asks someone else, "Is it okay if I have this?" The woman shrugs her shoulders and walks off. Jillian then puts it in our cart and motions with her head at the other lady and says, "she said I could have this."
"Boo says he just DOES want a spank."
Jillian: "You smell like cabbage."
Zack: "YOU smell like cabbage."
Jillian: "Your mom smells like cabbage."
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The table
So after watching Julie/Julia and reading the Brandy(s) derby blog I figured it was time to get back into the swing of things for my two blog followers who I'm sure have been anxiously waiting for the follow up to my last entry for almost a year. After being creeped out by my secret blog following on my infamous myspace blog I got out of the habit of updating my life in blog form on a regular basis. Here's what' on my mind today...
You know some people think of me as old fashioned, I know that might surprise a few of you ;) and here is why. I was wiping down the table his morning before breakfast and I noticed that it wobbles really bad and some of our chairs are partially broken. When Chris and I first moved in together we didn't have much of anything, especially furniture. My sister and brother in law were nice enough to give us an extra table they had that someone had donated to them after their house fire. I was thrilled to have a table, not having one was just not an option for me. Where would you eat if not at the table? Eating on the couch is only something you do when watching movies or football games, right? No?
You see, growing up we ate dinner as a family at the table every night (minimum of 5 days a week) My mom has had the same job for 30 some odd years now and in retail you can't exactly count on a set schedule. Sometimes she wouldn't get off work until nine at night and in she would come dead tired and hang her purse on the closet door knob and get to work on that tuna helper. when it was done we would all sit down at the table and eat together. My dad would always ask with a grin , "April, what was the highlight of your day?" and he would listen with his silly grin and of course ask silly questions about school and my friends or latest boyfriend or how my dance classes were going. My mom mostly wanted to know about school and friends or band. If either of us had a dinner guest they would sit on the right of me or the left of my sister. It was awkward for some of my friends to come over because they NEVER ate at the table with their families. After one time they wanted to come back. Dinner was the glue that held my family together. Through my wild teen years, awkward tween years and awesome single digits I knew that I could always count on dinner with my family. I also knew that if my mom served green beans or mac and cheese that my dad would NOT eat them.
So you see, not having a table was not an option for me. Only I didn't know how to cook. I would pour myself over cookbooks and make grocery lists based or recipes I would try that weekend when we had the boys (Chris worked swing shift at the time and all Jillian ate was milk so I guess I broke the rules and she ate on the couch) After awhile I got a little better at cooking but not great. One time we weren't going to eat together, I don't remember why and I told the boys that and they both were visibly upset. I asked why and they told me that they liked eating as a family. I repeat TEENAGE BOYS LIKE EATING AS A FAMILY. I was shocked too.
Mr. Castle started working day shift almost a year ago and we eat dinner every night as a family and Sunday breakfast is a big deal around here too. We make time for it between youth group, roller derby, Jillian's dance class and the gym. My kids love it and so do I. When I tell people that they always seem impressed and throw some statistic out about how people that eat as a family have kids who have higher self esteem and get better grades or whatever. We don't do it for statistics or better grades or any of that stuff. We do it because that's what families do.
You know some people think of me as old fashioned, I know that might surprise a few of you ;) and here is why. I was wiping down the table his morning before breakfast and I noticed that it wobbles really bad and some of our chairs are partially broken. When Chris and I first moved in together we didn't have much of anything, especially furniture. My sister and brother in law were nice enough to give us an extra table they had that someone had donated to them after their house fire. I was thrilled to have a table, not having one was just not an option for me. Where would you eat if not at the table? Eating on the couch is only something you do when watching movies or football games, right? No?
You see, growing up we ate dinner as a family at the table every night (minimum of 5 days a week) My mom has had the same job for 30 some odd years now and in retail you can't exactly count on a set schedule. Sometimes she wouldn't get off work until nine at night and in she would come dead tired and hang her purse on the closet door knob and get to work on that tuna helper. when it was done we would all sit down at the table and eat together. My dad would always ask with a grin , "April, what was the highlight of your day?" and he would listen with his silly grin and of course ask silly questions about school and my friends or latest boyfriend or how my dance classes were going. My mom mostly wanted to know about school and friends or band. If either of us had a dinner guest they would sit on the right of me or the left of my sister. It was awkward for some of my friends to come over because they NEVER ate at the table with their families. After one time they wanted to come back. Dinner was the glue that held my family together. Through my wild teen years, awkward tween years and awesome single digits I knew that I could always count on dinner with my family. I also knew that if my mom served green beans or mac and cheese that my dad would NOT eat them.
So you see, not having a table was not an option for me. Only I didn't know how to cook. I would pour myself over cookbooks and make grocery lists based or recipes I would try that weekend when we had the boys (Chris worked swing shift at the time and all Jillian ate was milk so I guess I broke the rules and she ate on the couch) After awhile I got a little better at cooking but not great. One time we weren't going to eat together, I don't remember why and I told the boys that and they both were visibly upset. I asked why and they told me that they liked eating as a family. I repeat TEENAGE BOYS LIKE EATING AS A FAMILY. I was shocked too.
Mr. Castle started working day shift almost a year ago and we eat dinner every night as a family and Sunday breakfast is a big deal around here too. We make time for it between youth group, roller derby, Jillian's dance class and the gym. My kids love it and so do I. When I tell people that they always seem impressed and throw some statistic out about how people that eat as a family have kids who have higher self esteem and get better grades or whatever. We don't do it for statistics or better grades or any of that stuff. We do it because that's what families do.
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