It Is Always Something

That is what you have to love about life.

This morning Georgia came and told me

"Mom I want watch Caillou."

We are a little Caillou obsessed around here. Sometimes when Georgia is driving Will crazy, I hear him yell, "No Rosie!" Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Rosie and Georgia have the same hair-do, and they are both the little sister of a four year old. My kids have also been known to describe bald men as having no hair, "like Caillou." Why is the poor boy bald anyway?

(See what I mean? Same hair-do.)


Anyway, sorry about that tangent. So Georgia wanted to watch Caillou.

I said," Not right now because I think the boys are still using the t.v. to watch a show."

Georgia, "No! It not Wally's house, it MY house!! It MY house! Boys is in the way!


I couldn't help but laugh at her frustrated outburst. Sometimes the things this girl comes up with really surprise me. I think she is wondering when school starts again for those boys and she has free reign around here. And when I say reign, I mean it. Queen Georgia!

Yesterday a man in our ward came to look at our water heater. It has been broken for TOO long. We are on our third visit from the plumber to try to fix it. I am a little frustrated.
I can't do the freezing cold shower thing one more time. I was so desperate for a warm shower for me and the kids, that I wore my swimming suite under my clothes to their swimming lessons today. Then I went into the locker room and washed the kids, and my hair when lessons were over. I felt ghetto fabulous wrestling them around in the family shower with my pregnant belly hanging out of my tankini, while people walked by. I REALLY hope that the plumber today can keep the pilot light lite. I was reminded of the sprinkler shower scene from Fun With Dick and Jane. Yikes. I am thinking hotel room next time. We can make it a "get clean get-away."

So on that subject, Georgia again has me rolling with her observant ways. While the plumber was here last night I asked her who was downstairs. She said,

"He a papa." That means grandpa. Yes, he is a grandpa.

Then she said, " He a pummer."

Me, " A what? A plumber?"

Georgia, nodding, "Yeah, he a pummber. He has lots of water."

I asked Del if he had explained the whole thing to Georgia. He hadn't. I guess she just picked up on me complaining that I need a plumber and some nice hot water NOW!

This girl is scary perceptive. We are quickly learning that you don't say anything you don't want repeated in our house. Our kids notice everything, and then spill the beans! I don't even want to know what their primary teachers know about our family.

P.S. If you see me on your porch with greasy hair and a towel, please, open the door and just point me toward the bathroom! Friends... all you fancy people with the hot water, anyone?