It looked as if there wasn't going to be anything to post tonight. It was a pretty normal day in the Norris household, except for the fact Chip had the day off from school. I came home a little early and we all headed for a drive to Carrytown Cupcakes -- which by the way are the best in Richmond.
It was humid today but we all needed to be out of the house after battling some sickness. Well, what started out to be a normal day turned in to a pretty rough night for Chip. It began when we had to basically pull him across the street so he wouldn't get mashed by a car after he was moping across because it was "too hot." It was like 87 -- we used to live in KS where 87 in the summer felt like a freaking blizzard!
On the way home we stopped at Dot's Back Inn for some greasy, diner food and apparently a viewing of every tattoo that has ever existed. There was so much ink in that place I thought I might get a free tat with the purchase of two entrees. The food was pretty good and the service reminded me of the friendly atmosphere of when we lived in Marion. During the meal it was Ollie's turn to be crazy. That kid threw so many objects while at the table I think we should have iced his arm when we got home. He tossed crayons, a fork, a knife, half his food, a napkin, ice cubes and he even tried his plate. However Jamie was one step ahead of him and caught it before it hit the ground. He actually threw a purple crayon and hit the arm of a man at the table next to him. Good thing he was too old to even notice.
But when dinner was finished and I was cleaning up what seemed like tsunami wreckage under Ollie's chair, and Addie had finished her grilled cheese with the crust cut off, Jamie noticed Chip's white shirt looked more orange than anything. Remember he is almost seven. You would have thought the child ate his spaghetti with his eyes closed and his right arm tied behind his back.
Then on the way to the car he once again decided to walk through the street as if he would do damage to the cars if they hit him. I asked him what he was thinking and he said, "I don't know, I wasn't paying attention." Which is of course what every adult in his life has told him to do when preparing to cross the street.
When we pulled in the driveway, he may have committed the biggest faux paux of all. As he was getting out he once again was not paying attention and stepped on the box carrying the famous Carrytown Cupcakes. Luckily no desserts were injured in the brutal attack, despite the photo below.
After heading in the house and determining the cupcakes were ok, things settled down a bit. That was until Jamie and I were in Ollie's room when we heard Chip yell. It could only mean that his giant, 25-pound, five-year-old sister had gotten the better of him. Readers of this blog know by now that despite her petite stature and sweet little voice, Addison can dish it out with the best of them. She apparently landed a fastball to the lip of Chip from about three feet away. This was no Nerf ball either, but a hard plastic one. He had been antagonizing her and she didn't like it. She claims not to have meant to hit him, but judging by the fact his upper lip had doubled in size in 2.3 seconds, it didn't really matter. Both ended up in their rooms for the rest of the night and couldn't believe Ollie got to stay up later than them. I told Addie that's because he wasn't fighting, when she replied in her sassy tone, "That's because he's a baby, duh!"
So, needless to say it didn't take long for what seemed to be a simple day turn in to another episode of "The Norris Family."
I love those three little munchkins more than anything, but they really are going to make me gray sooner than later!
Are your kids this crazy?
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