Today I lit a smelly candle. It isn’t something I do much since I got a Scentsy (it melts small wax cubes using the heat of a plain old lightbulb–love it). Anyway, as soon as I lit it, Billy ran for the silverware drawer, grabbed a fork, and started chanting “cake, cake, cake.” Apparently candles equal birthday cake around here!!
On the topic of flames, Kevin was lighting a fire the other night with Billy scrunching up newspapers right along side of him. Once Kevin actually got the fire going, that little one started blowing and shaking his head back and forth. I’m not sure if he was trying to blow the fire out like a candle or blow it bigger (is there some word for that?) like Kevin does to get the fire going. It was just such a furious blowing and head shaking! About as cute as when he says “No” while shaking his head and pointer finger at me.
The night before Thanksgiving, my mom, Ricky, and I spent the night at my brother’s home (Kev and Billy joined us the next morning). We spent the night so that my mom could get the turkey going early the next morning. Anyway, Ricky LOVED having a sleepover at Uncle Tim’s house! He didn’t sleep much–I let him stay up late anyway and then when my mom went down to bed around 11 pm, he asked her, “What took you so long?” I came down to bed a little before midnight and Ricky was still awake, whispering (not so quietly) stories into my mom’s ear. The stinker woke up at 6:30 as usual and leaned over to me asking, “Momma, have we slept long enough yet?” The lack of sleep showed up during dinner. Ricky was slumped in his chair and nearly asleep as he ate.
Oh, that was funny to us too. I’d been pushing that one of the fun parts of Thanksgiving was that we get to eat turkey and Ricky was very excited about it. So when dinner time finally came and Ricky looked at his plate, he started crying. Kevin asked what was the matter and Ricky told him that I wouldn’t let him have any turkey. Kevin explained to him that he did have turkey on his plate. When Ricky realized that the hunk of meat was his turkey, the poor thing had a real struggle. Ricky is not a big meat eater and I hadn’t explained to him that turkey was meat! He did eventually eat some on a roll as a mini-sandwich. He had a really fun time and when we left Thanksgiving night, as I was checking his seat belt, Ricky started crying. He then whined, “I miss Tim’s house.” Yep, we weren’t even out of the driveway yet.