If you have to dry the dishes...

If you have to dry the dishes

(Such an awful boring chore)

If you have to dry the dishes

('Stead of going to the store)

If you have to dry the dishes

And you drop one on the floor

Maybe they won't let you

Dry the dishes anymore"

-Shel Silverstein

You could say I dropped a plate yesterday...I think I'd rather just dry the dishes next time.

I was babysitting my nephews, ages 3 and 1, yesterday and evening came and I realized it was 5:40pm and I hadn't made dinner yet. They'd be getting picked up in a half hour so I began a frenzie. The item on the menu: grilled pizza. Usually, Zac is the griller, and when I say usually I mean that I have never cooked on the grill and he does it every time.

I didn't want to turn on the oven because it was HOT in the house so after a quick step-by-step on turning on the grill from Zac (over the phone) the grill was heating and I was gathering all my ingredients. I had set the baby in the pack in play to relax (and really because I don't have the ability to cook dinner with help from toddlers) and I was out at the grill, my pizza dough rolled out and my toppings ready to go. The kids were happily playing inside. I opened the lid to the grill and a huge wave of heat about singed my hair, apparently I had turned it on WAY to hot. The grill part was white from the heat, but for some reason I still put the dough on there...immediately it started burning and sizzling...too hot. About the same instant that the dough started frying I hear crying from the baby inside.

Me: "Teagan! Is Kai hurting baby?"

Teagan: "No, he's just bugging him"

Me: "okay try to get him to just play peek a boo instead"

I know you're all wishing that I could babysit your children too.

Meanwhile, pizza is burning, the grill is too hot, and I can't open the spaghetti sauce jar...or any of the jars in the cupboard, what the heck!?!? What about adrenaline. Pizza still burning, baby still crying (AHHHHHH!!!! " Teagan and Kai play peek a boo with him please!") Still burning, still crying, so I run in and rescue baby, his brother was just sharing the pack n play, and all three boys come outside with me. After a quick run across the street to my neighbor, my sauce was opened. I finished the pizza and we sat down. It was only about a 15 minute time period but it felt like forever. yikes.

We enjoyed dinner together, I gave the most burnt pieces to the kids because I am so generous and loving. They gobbled them up and I choked mine down. Things settled down, the boys got picked up, I returned my kitchen to a less chaotic version, and Zac returned home.

He went outside to check the grill and yelled "MELISSA!!!! COME OUT HERE!!"

Me: oh crap, what did I do, did I leave the grill on? did the jar of sauce fall in the wind and break and splatter on the ground?

Zac: "MELISSA!"

Me: slowly make my way outside, stomach in my throat, oh dang it what have I done.

I walk out and he shows me what I've done...much worse than what I imagined.

I melted our house, nice. APPARENTLY, I was supposed to MOVE the grill away from the house. It might have been okay had I not turned the grill up to the highest heat possible, but seeing as I managed to mess up in more than one way we now have a nice little problem on our hands.

Luckily, Zac forgave me in a matter of minutes(I love that man!) after I sputtered out apologies and excuses. Needless to say, I have been banned from using the grill in the future.

Last night I couldn't fall asleep for a long time because I started thinking. I realized that we were lucky the house didn't start on fire and I felt sick at the thought. I played through it all in my mind. What would I have done if the house was on fire? Get the kids out, scream for help from the neighbors (who were luckily outside), try to put out the fire with our hose...yuck the thought makes me sick still. I am just feeling so lucky and blessed that we still have our house, I didn't burn it down. We just have to replace a little siding, no biggie. I learned some lessons and now I have a plan in case I do manage to start the house on fire and I've got 3 little kiddies inside. Here's to learning experiences!

If you have to grill the pizza

(Such an awful boring chore)

If you have to grill the pizza

('Stead of going to the store)

If you have to grill the pizza

And you almost burn your house to the floor

Maybe they won't let you

grill the pizza anymore"

Summer Summer is so fun!

I'm loving summer. We try to spend as much time outside as possible. He probably spends 2-3 hours every day riding bikes with the neighbors or playing outside with them. It is awesome! The problem is that I have to go out there with him since our street has quite a few cars and he sometimes gets crazy ideas about riding his bike in front of cars. So instead of working productively inside, I sit on a camp chair in the shade and read a book or play on my phone. I love it, except when I walk inside for those few moments during meals and naps when I stare in disgust at my dirty house. That's when I decide we'll be eating outside for lunch. :) I figure that summer is for play and winter is for cleaning up the mess you made during the summer. I'll need something to do during the cold months anyway. Listen to me justify away...

One of our favorite things is Wednesdays when I get to watch my nephews. Teagan loves having a constant playmate! They cut into cutting things with Teagan's plastic knives for a little while and the couch was perfect for slicing in half.

Yesterday, I showed Teagan how to hang upside down on the bar and we perfected his "jumping out of the swing" skills. He was upside down for most of the afternoon, he is so cute.

My garden just keeps growing. The tomatoes are out of control, but none have turned red yet, there are probably at least 30 in there though, when they turn red we're going to be having a lot of bruschetta. yummmmmmm

The Pumpkin plant has gotten WILD! it is overtaking the grass trying to get more sunshine and is attacking the dryer vent for heat. There are about a million pumpkins.

This is the largest pumpkin so far, is is about the size of a softball. I can't wait for Halloween!

We love summer. wahhooooooo