Basic Mom Week in Review - Holiday Break Edition

I have taken the past couple weeks off from my blog because I've been busy celebrating the holidays with family and friends. If I were writing this last year, this is the point where I would apologize, but I read recently that people who apologize too often should try replacing "I'm sorry" with "Thank you." So, instead I will say thank you for coming back for more Basic Mom Blog even after my brief hiatus. If you are interested in the hijinks my kids have been up to while I've been away, read on . . .

9 Things That Actually Happened over Holiday Break and the Lessons I Learned

1. I overheard my 7-year-old give her little sister this warning while they were talking about having the neighbors over for pizza:

"You know, when they're here, you're going to have to wear some clothes."

Lesson: Solid advice for someone whose life goal is to be in only underwear at all times.

2. While attempting to sing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," my 3-year-old sang the following lyrics:

"And if you ever saw him, you could call him names."

Lesson: So, that's how a bully hears the lyrics.

3. For Christmas, my family got me an Alexander Hamilton bobblehead and seven - yes, SEVEN - coffee mugs.

Lesson: My family knows me well . . . and wants me to be so caffeinated that I shake as much as my Hamilton bobblehead.

4. This exchange while my daughters were arguing over who got to be Eliza Hamilton (AKA, Alexander Hamilton's wife):

3-Year-Old: I'm Eliza!

7-Year-Old: I'm Eliza, too!

3-Year-Old: Well, I'm Eliza One!

Lesson: (a) Perhaps this Hamilton obsession has gone too far. (b) Preschool logic cracks me up.

5. My 7-year-old surprised us with an awards ceremony where she presented her sister with the Family Member of the Year Award and me with the Working Hard Award.

Lesson: Apparently, working hard doesn't earn you a Family Member of the Year award, but running around in your underwear does. 

6. While at a family Christmas party, my 3-year-old fell head-first into a brick-front fireplace, which resulted in a trip to the ER where she had to have the gash glued shut.

Lesson: On the bright side, my daughter got a giant popsicle and I finally got to wear heels to the ER (everyone's dream!).

7. My 3-year-old's fireplace-head-wound developed a local infection. 

Lesson: Because why wouldn't we have to deal with a head gash and an infection over the holidays?

8. My 3-year-old said this while sitting in front of the heat vent in the bathroom:

"It's super hot. It's making my legs spicy."

Lesson: Maybe your legs wouldn't be so spicy if you put on some dang pants!

9. My 7-year-old stared longingly out the window starting a solid ten minutes before her friend was due to arrive for a playdate.

Lesson: This is how I have been mentally staring at back-to-school since January 2.