We have managed to develop our morning routine, despite it only being a few days. We wake up, I go get showered and ready for the day, while Tom wakes the boys up and gets them dressed. Then we switch and I get them fed and finish the getting ready process while he gets ready for his day.
These mornings have had a couple of interesting twists. Actually, considering it's only been a few days the twists might actually be the routine.
A couple of days ago I came out and found Nolan pants-less. Tom said that he wouldn't put on his jeans because he had already worn them once (I didn't think of the "put them in the dryer for five minutes" trick until later.) I had Tom go and get ready, I took one look at Nolan, said, "Nolan, get dressed right now please." He got dressed (thus illuminating early on who was going to be responsible for what in this sudden micro-family.)
Today I came out and both boys were fully dressed and eating their breakfast (Go Tom!) Then Tom pointed out that Nolan didn't have his shoes. I prepared to scold Nolan when the reality of what Tom was saying sunk in. Nolan wasn't refusing to put his shoes on. Nolan didn't have his shoes. They were nowhere to be found in the house. See, yesterday was soccer day. Nolan was fed, cared for, transported, and wardrobed by no less then half a dozen people. And now, no shoes. The Kincaids have a very firm one pair of shoes policy in their house. One great, durable, adaptable for any occasion, pair of shoes per child. Now one of those children didn't have his. Oye!
Thus, I sent texts and made phone calls at 6:20 this morning (aren't you glad you weren't one of the lucky half-dozen?) Eventually we found them at daycare. She said she'd set them out on the front porch so Tom could just whisk by and pick them up (Nolan wasn't actually going to daycare today.) So Tom, Cal, and a sock footed Nolan headed out this morning to take in their morning commute with one extra stop.
Tom reported later that they boys were picking at each other all the way to school. They were actually doing the "pointing at each other and saying 'I'm not touching you' routine." He said he had to struggle not to turn into the "Don't make me pull this car over!" parent. I guess they're cliches for a reason.
I did wind up making Mom's Harmless Spaghetti tonight. That's perfectly pureed tomatoes, garlic powder and onion powder (so as not to leave any identifiable bits of "stuff") and a little Italian herbs. They both finished big bowls of it. Then Cal announced that he would like some more bread. Two pieces, in fact. "With butter?" I asked.
"Mmmm...no...how about peanut butter"
"Um, sure."
"Oh, and some jelly please."
"So you want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich after your bowl of spaghetti?"
"Yep."
"OK then"
Then Nolan speaks up,"I want some more bread too please."
"Do you want peanut butter on it?"
"No, just butter."
"OK"
"...and jelly...on two pieces of bread."
(Do we not use the word "sandwich" in the Kincaid household?)
So both boys had spaghetti and sandwiches for dinner. When I spoke with Brian tonight he assured me that they are already starting to save up for their future food bills. Good thing.
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