Mr. Manners

Husband is in Las Vegas for some much needed R&R.  I must admit, I'm envious, but he deserves it.  The boys and I have been having a good couple of days, mostly hanging out with Gramma, shopping and a soccer game this morning.  

After we saw Gramma off at the airport, we went over to our friends' to celebrate their daughter's 2nd birthday.  There my boys proceeded to pull out all of the stops with regards to their table manners.  It was atrocious!  I'm not saying my kids have the best manners in the world, but generally speaking they do pretty well at the table.  Tonight, they were about a .3 on a scale from 1 to 10.  Banging cups, yelling, eating before prayers (thank goodness Kirby saved the toenail biting until he got home) and requesting for more with "I want...".  A stranger would think we just crawled out of a cave.  You have to understand that our friends have three girls, and they are well-mannered little ladies.  They finish dinner with "Thank you for dinner Mommy, may I please be excused?"  We Federockos apparently like to keep it real.  My boys were all but chugging out of the milk jug.  

When I was little and there was some sort of manners violation at the dinner table, the offender read the "Manners Book" to the two other sisters.  Oh yes, it was a Golden Book about manners, and it always brought a groan.  Just when I was considering checking to see if it's still in print, Connor looked up sweetly at my friend and said, completely unprompted "Thank you for the cake Mrs. Hermanson".  Okay, sometimes we Federockos can pull out a victory.

And on that note, I'll leave you with Kirby's bedtime prayer this evening:

"Jesus, bless my daddy and help him to win a lot of money this weekend so we can go somewhere special".

I'm pretty sure I'm up for mother of the year this year.