Breakfast Play-by-Play

Lately I've been thinking that Blake's prayers that he's offered and conversations with us have been so hilarious that I should really record them before they're forgotten. It seems at least once a day Blake has us laughing with something, as he explains his thoughts to us. This morning at breakfast we had a string of funny comments that I had to capture.

During the prayer on breakfast:
"Please bless me that I will eat my cereal and not just my marshmallows." By the way, I recently discovered that Lucky Charms has 11 grams of sugar - less than the 19 grams of sugar in Raisin Bran (but he usually just eats the sugary raisins) that we think is healthy and the 12 grams of sugar in Frosted Mini-Wheats, which we think is sort of healthy. Today I separated out the marshmallows and told him he could have them after he finished all of the cereal.

"Please bless Grandma Nay Nay that she will have a good time when she comes to our house, because she wants to come here, but I want to go to her house because it is fun."

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Sitting here, this really is funny because he went on to have a hilarious conversation with me after the breakfast prayer, so much that I thought to blog about it, but I cannot remember it because I'm so sleepy this morning. I woke up at 4:10 AM, about 20 minutes before Robbie's alarm went off and could not fall back asleep.

I made Grace's breakfast and gave it to her in her high chair, Blake's breakfast and gave it to him at his place at the table and then sat down with my breakfast, in between them. A few moments later, Grace said, "Up!" I noticed she had yogurt all over her face and shirt and that she'd need a paper-towel detox before I could pick her up out of her chair. Since I had just sat down with my 7-month pregnant belly and thought it would be a lot of effort to get up and get a paper towel and clean her off while my cereal was getting soggy, I said, "Just a moment..." and gave her her vitamins to keep her happy for another minute in her high chair while I ate.

She soon started playing with her high chair tray and suddenly it flew off her lap and landed face-down onto the floor, spilling Cheerios and yogurt on the floor and dripping milk onto the carpet from her sippy cup. She really wanted to get up! Ahh... one moment to get the paper towel and clean her up is better than five minutes of crawling around picking up each Cheerio and scrubbing the carpet! Sometimes parenting decisions can really reflect the gospel (I've had these thoughts as I'm scrubbing the carpet): like living right the first time vs. repenting for not living right and cleaning up for much longer.

As I was getting a paper towel to clean up the carpet, Grace went to the toy basket and picked up the laptop that she loves to play with lately. She went over to Blake and said, "Ah!" to ask him to turn it on for her. He said, "I know how to do it." And turned to flip the switch on for her. As he bent down to turn it on, he knocked all of his cereal off the table, all over the carpet (the cereal he was working on finishing so he could get his Lucky Charms marshmallows).

I am sure a lot of us have had breakfasts like this! It will be an adventure when we have kindergarten to race off to at a specific time instead of the entire morning to ourselves to restart, when we need to.

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Here are a few more fun conversations with Blake lately:

A few days ago during family prayer before bed:
"Please bless Grandma Nay Nay that she'll get a new baby."

"Please bless Mom to get a new job."

On the way to the Temple is an entrance to an Aerojet Facility.
Blake: "I want to go inside."
Robbie: "Only people who work there can go inside."
Blake: "Well, I want to work there."
Robbie: "How will you get a job?"
Blake: "I will call them on the phone and say, "Hi, I'm Blake and I want to work there. Give me your job."

Blake: "When I'm a dad, I'm going to vacuum." He hates the vacuum right now because it's too loud and shakes when he pushes it.
"I'm going to have like 10 kids. No, like 100 kids."

There are so many more, I'll try to remember them! So I can at least write them down in my journal, if not blog a few.