Faces

I was looking through my camera the other day, needing to upload some of the 2000 pictures I have of our travels over the past year.  
You can view those on my blog The Jolly Camper

Here are some of the "Selfies" I found.  

For your viewing pleasure, Ladies and Gents...

Literally

There are kids who are good at vocabulary, and there are kids that are good at language, and then there is Gannon.  Gannon is articulate, he has a fantastic vocabulary, and Gannon has difficulty interpreting literal language.  Gannon also has a great friend, Jaidn, that has difficulty interpreting literal language.  You can check them out in real life on their YouTube Channel, The Rabbit Holes.  Really.  Hearing Jaidns voice adds a TON.  This story is about the two boys.

(Watching T-Bone Dance)

We were awesomely blessed by our dear friends the Warrens with tickets to the San Antonio Rampage Hockey Game.  WOOHOO!!!!!!!!  AT&T Center, great seats, great friends.  Since they got tickets, we got snacks, 'cus that's how we roll in the WarNig (Warren-Koenig) family.  We got beer. We got popcorn.  We got A sprite.  One, unlimited sprite.  Now, I've told you about the Warrens before.  They have 5 awesome offspring whom we love to death.  Those five plus our three littles are quite a group, and they were being asked to share ONE sprite.

(Gannon and Mommy)

Gannon and Jaidn were a bit perturbed that the girls were sucking down the sprite like it was the sweet nectar of the Gods.  I tried to reassure them that there would be plenty. 

"Guys, it's a bottomless drink, don't worry, there's more where that came from!"


They stopped.  It was going to be ok.


5 minutes passed.


It was no longer OK.


Gannon seemed upset.  I inquired, then listed to the exchange of literal thinkers:


Me:  What's the matter, bud?


Gannon:  Well, if the drink is bottomless, how does it even hold the drink?!?!?!


Jaidn:  Gannon, the drink isn't ACTUALLY bottomless.  I checked!

WarrNig Klan :)

The N Word. Kind Of.

Gannon has a Facebook.  He is (normally) very monitored.  Saturday night, I won Mom of the Year award for falling asleep while Gannon was on my computer.  Bad bad bad bad bad bad BAD idea.  

I didn't know right away that something had gone awry.

Headed into church on Sunday, a dear friend approached me.  "Did she respond?" she inquired.  I gave a rather blank look as I had NO idea who was responding to what.  

"T (we'll call her)!  Did she respond to Gannon's Facebook post?"

Gannon was no where to be seen.  Probably trying to download games on the "Giving Kiosk"  

Lord Mercy. 

 I started to sweat.  My face got red.  

This could not be good.  

I went for my phone. 

 I scrolled through Gannon's account.  Nothing incriminating.  A few Toby Mac references.

I went to T's account.  

I scrolled.  

And I found this post:

To which Gannon responded.....

We're still waiting to find out.

Banana Bread

Gannon loves to bake.  He also hates to sleep.  This can be a dangerous equation.  We've woken up to some very interesting messes, and some very unique recipes have been created in the wee hours in the Koenig home.
It had been some time since Gannon had tapped into his culinary juices.

2:00 AM
Gannon:  BurstS into the bedroom, using his inside voice.  His inside voice is LOUD.  "MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM!  WAKE UP, THE BANANA BREAD IS ALMOST READY!!!!"
Me:  Blurry eyed, but somehow wide awake, "What banana bread, Gannon?"
Gannon:  THE ONE I MADE YOU!  COME LOOK!
Me: Follows Gannon downstairs.  Finds the oven at 450* with this inside...

Yes, that is a plastic bowl.

On the positive side, he DID have most of the ingredients right, right? *Yawnnnnnnnnnn

Breakfast

Mornings in my house are hard.  I know I've mentioned before that Mr. Koenig has a hard time waking up, so I count on him for bedtimes.  Mornings, well, that's all me.  Between the Siri throwing fits about her outfit,

(She wanted to wear her skirt inside out.  I said no.  Then I said yes.)

Gannon needing to work on his 6-pack

(Teeth were't brushed, please note he is not wearing socks.....yet)

And Annika with her........Siri-ness

Most of the time, they don't get breakfast at home.  Sometimes, I am a stellar mom and make instant oatmeal, but cheerios in a cup are the staple.  No milk, just plain, dry cheerios.  Driving to school this morning, 2.5 days before Christmas break, I won the mom of the year award.  I TOTALLY forgot food for ANYONE.  Whoops.  Fortunately, I think we were out of the house in enough time for the kids to eat *gasp* school breakfast.  

I got a rapid response of extreme enthusiasm, which surprised me.  Siri cleared it up.

"Mommy!  You are the best mommy in the world, do you know why?  Because at school, they have my favorite kind of Cheerios!  They are my favorite because they RAINBOW Cheerios!  They are EVERY COLOR, mommy!"

I was a little confused, trying to think of the specific type she was describing when Gannon pipped in, annoyed as his sisters excitement.

"Fruit Loops, Siri.  They're Fruit Loops".

Food Poisoning

Gordon has always had a hard time waking up.  A Really.  Hard.  Time.  We went through a four alarm clock stage, we went through the "Christmas Bells Alarm" phase, we've thought about getting a taser for wake ups!  There have been some interesting "the kids woke up but he didn't" moments in our lives.  Yesterday was one of those days.  I was at work and I got the text...

Gordon:  "I fell back asleep and woke up at 8:45...  Gannon was eating and feeding Annika the spaghetti that had been left on the table overnight..."

He went on to tell me how he had educated Gannon about food poisoning, especially with meat and dairy, and that he appreciated him taking care of his sister, but to be aware of the dangers of eating left out food.  Gannon was more than concerned for his sisters safety, apologized to Gordon for feeding her possibly contaminated food, and cleaned up the mess.  But Gannon doesn't just let things go.  Not that easily.  He ruminates and obsesses.  He over thinks.  He's also a bit of a hypochondriac.

Later that same day, I got this text....

Gordon: "Gannon just told me that " well, at least I didn't catch the food poison... But I did have skinny poop this morning, and THAT is not ordinary..."

Stars and Stripes Forever.....

It has become a tradition over the past few years to spend the 4th of July either at work, or with my best friend and her family.  Its a 50/50 split, and often I feel like Work and Family share custody....not really.  So this year was our turn with the Real family.  We had prepared the kids with conversation about the freedom we enjoy in America, about the birth of our great nation, we watched parts of "1776" and "Independence Day".  We had fabulous food, beer, pie, kids running amuck with sparklers, poppers, and a sundry of other pyrotechnics.  It was a grand time!  About an hour into blowing up various fireworks, Gannon ran in his normal hyper-excited state to myself and Sharee and asked the question of the night...
"HOW LONG TILL WE COUNT DOWN TO MIDNIGHT!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

180 days, Gannon.  Wrong Holiday.