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What Me Do I Smell?

When one of my kids was a toddler, she struggled with syntax.

Yea, only one of them.  The other five were perfectly,  grammatically correct from birth.

She’d crinkle up her little toddler nose, sniff as loudly as a two year old could sniff with boogies plugging her little air passages,  and ask, What me do I smell?”

Of course, for the past three decades, my hubby and I have rarely asked each other, “Hey, what’s that smell?” like normal people.  We always wrinkle up our growing adult noses and ask, “What me do I smell?”

One day, me smelled something awful.

Being an experienced mother, I quickly narrowed it down to new plastic, even though I was at the end of the hallway and had only sniffed the air a few times. Yea, moms have amazing skills, don’t they?

Also, being an experienced mother, I was pretty sure I sniffed the danger from a distance faster than the plastic-burning culprit who had not yet asked themselves the question of the year, “What me do I smell?”

Oh, ya’ wanna’ know how come I knew it was new plastic?  Simple deduction.  The newer the item, the more likely it will be broken, dropped, cracked or burned alive.

I have other powers of deduction that would make Sherlock proud. If the smell occurs late in the evening, I know something fell onto the heating element in the dishwasher ‘cuz that’s when we run the dishwasher.  If this smell occurs during the day, I know something fell onto the burner.  The one of the four that is on, of course.  Plastic never touches cold burners. That rule just goes without saying.

However, since I have mostly adult children living in my home,  I left the smell to the culprit. Several moments after me smelled something , me heard exclamations from the kitchen and me knew danger had finally been spotted.

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I woke up to this love letter.

When the kids were younger, they left notes that said things like,  “You’re the best Mom in the whole wide world!”

Nowadays, notes have to do with the grocery list,  errands and confessions.

Like this note.

Like the splashes?  Hmmm….do ya’ think it was another child using another burner?

Yer’ so right!

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I also woke up to this.

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And this. 

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In case you need to see that up close, here it is.

The offending adult child graciously offered to clean it up, because my kids are perfect like that, but I stopped this person. I needed pictures.  After all, I have full blogging rights, right?

Right!

Me warned them in my very first blog.

“Anything you say and do, can be blogged against you.”

Jealous you don’t have kids that cook for you?

You should be.

This is what has happened to

my mixer

my eggs

my microwave pan

my cutting board

my burners

my spices

Not jealous yet?

Now you will be. ‘Cuz look what all that practice produced.

Jon cooked Thanksgiving

Bethany cooked Thanksgiving

Grace cooked Thanksgiving

Jon’s Bread

Not’cher MinnesOtan Fud

Husband Catcher Bars

You should be jealous.  Now, let your kids in the kitchen and burn something.

Just remember these magic words,  “What me do I smell?”

 

A Thanksgiving To Be Thankful For

This was a Thanksgiving of many firsts.
 Grace asked to be in charge of the entire meal.
Totally in charge. Not a bad goal for being only Sweet 16.
From menu planning, to list making, to recipe planning, cooking and serving,
our AMAZING GRACE handled it all.
Her menu –
Tangerine Glazed Turkey
Herb Encrusted Duck
Maple Ginger Carrots
Cheddar Yukon Gold Mashed Potatoes
Green Bean Casserole
Rolls
Relish Trays
Another first was homemade stuffing.
Scott had to call my mom several times for coaching,
even though it is just bread chunks, gizzards, celery, onions and some seasoning.
It tasted amazing.
Sorry Stove Top, you may never be welcome in our home again.
Another first, I bought Scott an electric knife.
He was so happy, I probably won’t have to buy him a Christmas present.
The first disaster for the day.
We changed the name of the potatoes  to “Pepper Cheddar Yukon Gold Mashed Potatoes”
 when the entire content of the pepper shaker and the lid were added to the potatoes.
Of course, when we asked who left the lid unscrewed….
“NOT ME!”
Grace let me set the table.
That’s my favorite part, anyway.
Scott included our guests in the family tradition of going around the table and expressing one thing you are thankful for. We acknowledged we all have MUCH to be thankful for.
friendship
the Lord Jesus Christ
good health
fellowship
neighbors
football
Grace cooking the meal
family
remission
Scott shared the verses the Lord put on his heart for the day:
 Psalm 95:1-2
 Oh come, let us sing to the LORD!
Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation.
 Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving;
Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms.
Since I did all the dishes as she was cooking,  after dinner
we only had to clean up what was on the table.
 I mean, the men only had to clean up the table.
 Since three of the men in the house were guests, this was a daring call, but well received.
Guest Grandpa Pat was the first one in the kitchen and took care of the bulk of the dishes.
 Dave finished loading the dishwasher.
Keith dried.
I told him I would make sure his Mommy saw this picture.
She’ll be so proud of him.
Not sure if my son Jon actually helped, or if he was so fast, I just didn’t get his picture.
The women and children reclined downstairs to watch the classic “Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.”
The men stayed upstairs and talked.  No football.  We don’t have TV reception or cable.
Thanksgiving without football is wonderful, sorry to rub it in to those of you who didn’t experience that.
Another first, thanks to the influence of our athletic guest, Keith – a Thanksgiving evening run.
Yes, Scott’s headband is pink.
Yes, we teased him.
No, he didn’t care.
He’s also wearing Snoopy Christmas socks.
Jon wants to cook next year.
I thought he was excited about all the new recipes Grace tried and wanted to rise to the occasion as she did.
No, he just loves the rule,
“If you cook,
you don’t clean up.”