#2 Getting to listen to the play-by-play.....on everything

Have you ever been told exactly how and why a lego policeman on a lego motorcycle jumped off the kitchen counter? Let me tell you, you are missing out on precious information.

I don't know if it's just because I'm a girl or what, but I have a hard time appreciating a play-by-play. It's not that I don't enjoy sports, because I do. I am as glued to the television for a Colorado Rockies Baseball game or a BYU Football game as my husband. But sportscasters drive me crazy. I don't need you to tell me that the quarterback threw the ball to the tight end who ran for a 30 yard gain, I just saw it. Now give me an interesting tidbit about the player or team or tell me his batting stats and I'm all ears. But I don't need to be told what I've already seen.

So imagine my dismay when I realized that my oldest son is a sportscaster in training. He may not realize how perfect he is for this future occupation, but I can't figure out why else it would take him five minutes to describe how the lego guy and his motorcycle jumped off the kitchen counter, did a flip, and landed perfectly on my linoleum floor. How did John Maddens' mother retain her sanity through his childhood?

#1 Eating Cold Pancakes

While making pancakes for my breakfast for my family it occurred to me: I never get hot off the griddle pancakes. I can cook seven or eight pancakes at a time on my griddle. By the time I have made enough for all my kids and hubby and I'm thinking that I can sit down and eat, someone asks for seconds. Once I give boy #1 his second helping, #2 wants more, then #3, #4, and hubby. When I finally sit down my pancakes are too cold to melt the butter I'm spreading on them. Thus the motherhood definition: Eating Cold Pancakes.
I love my family and will gladly give up hot pancakes for them.