Spelling Bee

Since I am the worst speller known to man I figured I better give the kids a head start in this area.  Here is a picture of MK watching the Spelling Bee at Grandma & Papa's house.

Dinner Mints

There is one nice thing about living in Westwood (even though we just moved out), the downtown.  For those of you who don’t know Westwood, it has a great little downtown area with lots of ridiculously expensive sheik shops that I would never waste my money on (seriously I stopped in one of the “boutiques” and they wanted $500.00 for a pair of jeans… I quickly found the exit sign) and some really nice quaint restaurants.  Due to my lack of time for cooking I have found the downtown Chinese/ Japanese restaurant (I know what you are thinking; how can a restaurant be both Chinese and Japanese?) that I have kept in business since our arrival. Typically on Thursday nights (I don’t know why they tend to be Thursday nights), I pack up the ducklings in the stroller and walk to the “Asian” restaurant.  Here is what happened a couple Thursdays back.  The counter girls greeted me like usual, I picked up a menu like usual (although I do have it somewhat memorized), and the girls began to ooh & ah at the kids.  I held the menu thinking of what to order, Chinese…no… Japanese… no we had that last week… both… no sushi with an egg roll doesn’t sound good tonight.  I am forced to quickly make up my mind because both Korben and MK have given me the cue that I have stopped the moving stroller for entirely too long.  As I am ordering I notice that one of the hostesses has given Korben a handful of chocolate covered dinner mints.  So I am not totally freaking out yet because the dinner mints are individually wrapped and I can quickly remove them from his stroller tray without a struggle.  I continue ordering… and the hostess proceeds to feed Korben a mint.  This is the point where I go from the friendly sweet mama, to the insane mama I can be when it comes to the food my children eat. Now, a couple thoughts here, one, who feeds another’s child without permission.  Two, who feeds mints to another’s child without permission.   Three, who feeds chocolate mints to another’s child without permission.  I quickly leave the restaurant.  I take a look at Korben, who at this point has obviously taken quite a liking to having his breath freshened.  His mouth along with the rest of his face has turned blue… no not from an allergic reaction … but from a blue chocolate covered dinner mint… ahhh the joys of having children. :)

We continue on to the train station to greet Dad off the train. Dad’s first words, “What happened to Korben’s face?”