Malachi (age 5) just asked for Honey Cheerios for breakfast. Upon realizing that we have several pounds of regular Cheerios but no Honey-Nut flavored, he asked me to “just put some honey on these regular Cheerios. And if I like it, I’ll eat it”. I assumed the inverse to be true — if he didn’t like it, he wouldn’t eat it — but it seemed like such a novel idea: homemade Honey-Nut Cheerios. And it turns out that he likes it. Hey, Mackie! (name that 80’s commercial).
Lexi (age 6) slept in past 9am, which is uncharacteristic of any child, especially her. When she did finally come around… oh, the colors. Whatever shade lies between green and yellow? It pours from her nose. Thankfully this didn’t dampen her appetite one bit. It turns out that she likes homemade Honey-Nut Cheerios, too. From her own bowl, I might add.
Zach went ahead and pulled an all-nighter, inviting both Emily and I along for the ride. His strategy is to start crying as soon as his baby-sensors indicate that parental units are entering into REM sleep, which leaves them exhausted, which renders them unable to defend the house from his advances the next morning. Where did he find a Tazer? Don’t taze me, bro!
Emily has been working double duty this week as I’ve been rehearsing for the Christmas Musical. A wonderful wife and mommy. She got to sleep in, which is good. We will now find out if Emily likes homemade Honey-Nut Cheerios.
It makes me a little sad that we won’t be able to watch U of M football today, since the last 3 months of Saturdays have featured the game. In the sudden emptiness of my soul, I have been finding solace in listening to Josh Groban sing “You Raise Me Up”, which seems to be working. Thanks, Rich Rod.
Now, it’s on to Menard’s to get various products for home and work. Malachi and I will take at least two trips through the Christmas display section of the store, where he will suggest to me that we get some lights to put up outside. What he doesn’t know is that Daddy isn’t a huge fan of outdoor LED lights, mostly because of the cost. But that’s okay because we don’t yet need to buy any lights. Since March, I’ve been storing Christmas lights as a squirrel stores acorns — jammed in a hole in one of our trees in the backyard.
Last but not least, today I pull the trigger on the Amazon.com order that will provide my lovely wife with glorious Christmas gifts — gold, frankencense and myrrh.