7 Kids, Home Alone. . .

I thought it would be fun to share some of the little moments that happened over the 4 days that I was home with my 6 younger sibling while mom and dad were gone. Enjoy :)

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Conversation at lunch on Tuesday. . .

Jim; "fast food people be like; "Oh lets add some Nitroglycerin. Ooo how 'bout half a stick of dynamite....haha they'll never know!""
Bethany; "I love fast food! Its sooooo good!"
Jim; "You're gonna die!"
(Beth looks down sadly)
Me; "Beth, whats wrong?"
Beth; "He said I was gonna die.."
Me; "You ARE going to die!"
(Beth in sad silence looks down at her lap)
Me; "You're gonna die, I'm gonna die, Joe's gonna die....we're all gonna die! In fact we're all dying right now!"
Beth; "what? NO!!!!!!!"

Well that escalated quickly

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On Tuesday night I put Olivia to bed with Gabe hoping that they would both just settle down and go right to sleep. After 15 or 20 minutes I could still hear them chattering, so I went to check on them and remind them it was time to sleep. . .they were arguing; 

Olivia: "He just squished my face!" 

Gabriel; "I just wanted her to scoot over!" 

Me; "Gabe, you have plenty of room!" 

Gabe, in a disgruntled voice; "Okayy......but I might kick her off the bed in the night.." 

Me; "Oh no you wont."

After I sorted out this dispute they both fell asleep rather quickly. 

but, 1 hour later I heard a "THUD" from the other room and whimpering. Upon entering the kids room and turning on the light, I found Gabe fast asleep, but sprawled out across the bed. And Olivia....was on the floor. 

Olivia, whimpers; "He kicked me out, He kicked me out!"

Needless to say, she slept in my bed the rest of the night. 

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At the dinner table last night, 5 year old Gabriel was being a boy and kept forcing burps. The 3rd time I tell him it wasn't polite to do so at the table, I gave him a warning that he would get a spanking if he did it one more time, and that he should use his manners and say "excuse me" if he did burp. Eventually everyone was done with dinner and the kids were excused to go play. 

It wasn't to long before I heard Ben running down the stairs with Gabe tailing along behind him crying. . . 

Gabe; "I said excuse me! I said Excuse me! Ben. . .I said excuse meeeee!!" 

Ben; "Rose said. . ."

. . .and I knew that Ben was coming to carry out justice upon his younger brother for burping, whether it was on purpose or not. 

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This morning; 

Jim come's running down the stairs from the third floor "ROSE! There's like, a dead mouse in your room! Ben; "Do you think Bella (my cat) caught it.? Or maybe it just died. . . " 

(My grandma, who was here to help out with the kids, looks up from sweeping the floor. . .)

Ben; "It's huge! Maybe its a rat, or a vole?" 

Joe come's from the kitchen laughing. . . "Rose, Nanny is standing up on a chair!" 

. . .cause we all know the dead mouse was going to come down two flights of stares to get her :P 

(p.s. my grandma hates mice) 

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Gabe tonight opens up the wood stove and throws a tiny peace of wood into the flames. Stepping back he exclaims "MAN, its like a FIRE in there!"