Friday, March 23, 2007

bewitchen in the kitchen


I'm sure many would agree that the kitchen seems to be the nerve center of the home. It's the room we congregate in whether we are eating, playing board games, doing homework, celebrating birthdays, painting pictures,having heart to hearts, writing bills, and oh yea.... cooking.
My children have had more meaningful, heart-wrenching conversations with me in the kitchen while I'm emptying the dishwasher... than anywhere else. My kitchen has also had it's fair share of things being flung. What do plates, pork roasts, Clogs and pastina all have in common? Yep, they are just some of the items that have hit the walls of my cute kitchen. When my middle son was younger he couldn't swallow pills. His asthma was very bad and the doctor prescribed steroids. Little pills that HAD to be swallowed. After many hours spent trying to put them in applesauce and pudding and even pizza. Crazy momma got very frustrated and as embarrassing as it is to admit. I whipped off my clog and flung it at him! ( No, Not child abuse.... Last second I came to my senses and aimed high and have the hole in the wall to prove it) It didn't help the situation, he still didn't take those damn pills, but it made me feel better.


When my oldest was a baby in the high chair, he decided it would be fun to take his full bowl of pastina and throw it in the air. I had pastina dripping off the walls the furniture and the chandelier! ( Do you know how that shit sticks to everything?) I'm sure you moms know what I mean when I say it was the last straw that day. It was one of those times where daddy had to intervene. Momma couldn't take it that day, and had to leave the room in tears while one wonderful dad cleaned baby and house top to bottom. (gee, I didn't think talking about my favorite room would make me loook like a lunatic) To hear of my misconstrued lunacy though you must read further about the infamous pork roast story.....



When I was pregnant for our third son, I was nauseous almost the whole nine months. Looking at food and cooking it was a nightmare. One day I left it up to my husband, who decided to buy and cook a pork roast. For the two hours that thing was cooking I was complaining relentlessly. He finally LOST it and opened the oven and threw it in the garbage. I got so angry at him and we had an argument, which included me flinging a few plates off the table and into our walls . Well, my 5 year old was unfortunately a witness to this whole terrible, but thank god extremely rare fighting. The following school year, the teacher was talking about how everyone fights and all the kids were telling stories. My little boy gets up in front of the class and interprets the pork roast story with his fast moving body and speedy words like this......" One day my mom was so mad at my dad that she picked up a chicken and threw it at his head"! the class couldn't control their laughter. My girlfriend called me hysterically laughing because her 6 yr. old who was in the same class got off the bus and told her this story. Again, everyone thinks I'm a looney. I didn't throw meat at his head! But the visual of N. telling this chicken story is worth the bad rap.

photos of some of my favorite things in my kitchen #1 a hutch that my husband refinished #2 a madallion he painted #3 my duck house and #4 a picture my third son drew in the 3rd grade
for more kitchen stories go here

14 comments:

daisies said...

your kitchen has such cute stuff in it :) i adore that hutch ...

my mom used to throw things in the kitchen too .. i learned to duck, hee hee ;-)

love your kitchen stories!

khambagirl said...

Great kitchen stories! Its also fun when a story comes back and you can laugh at it!

Miss Iyer said...

hhaaa. Your son's version was sure hilarious. Come to think of it, each one of us end up having weird albeit funny kitchen stories to look back at.

Regina Clare Jane said...

If things weren't meant to be thrown in the kitchen, then why are there so many plates?!
I think it's perfectly nromal to throw something in a kitchen every once in a while! What great stories!

gautami tripathy said...

I am truly living through the kitchen stories. Yours conjures up such beautiful images and sounds.


gautami
Cook up a tale

paris parfait said...

Wonderful kitchen tantrums and tales! :)

giggles said...

Lucy you still have me chuckling! Out of the mouth of babes!! So cute the roast story. Love the hutch and medallion. Your sons picture is absolutely priceless...I love it! I have a passion for houses painted like that anyway! I once decorated two different places with a house wallpaper border! I won’t be doing anything kitchen until later tonight! Definitely no roast toss, that’s for sure....only because I'm going out for dinner!

Hugs Sherrie

Amber said...

I don't think you sound crazy at all...Maybe that make me a crazy, too? lol! You were what my husband has named "hoppin' mad". ;)

I love all these pictures. Your home looks warm and full of life.

:)

boliyou said...

I love the pictures. Your kitchen looks so warm, homey and welcoming.

Great stories!

spider said...

Gee Lucy, your kitchen sounds downright exciting! Beats the clogged drain in my sink anyday!!!

Peter's chest and all the things in it are wonderful. As is your son's excellent picture.

BTW, workshop went great...thank you for being in the cheering section. Thanks to you, you sweetie, I "kicked ass"!

Shelley said...

Hee hee hee! There's something just inherently funny about thrown food.

And my photo is finally up on my post, by the way. (Sheesh.) Thanks for your kind comment.

Kimberley McGill said...

Your not nuts - sometimes I think we gotta blow our top to stay sane!You've got me smiling and giggling this morning - something very good for my sanity. Thank you for the glimpses you have given us of your home - beautiful.

AnnieElf said...

What a funny, funny story. You aren't crazy at all. We have all been there for sure. And as for the pills and choking? I have a daughter who at 22 STILL has a hard time swallowing pills. Last week she threw up at her boyfriend's feet when she choked. Lord, she would kill me if she new I related this. LOL

Jane said...

Oh, how did I miss this terrific post??? I can relate to the baby stories in the kitchen. My son used to stand on the kitchen table at the age of 2 and belt out the entire Star Spangled Banner while I cooked his fish sticks :))