At our church we've been doing a Bible study on the "Frazzled Female." I'm pretty sure God had me in mind.
Went for a morning run before everyone got up. So peaceful outside, me and my love/hate relationship with running was at full force, but I finished.
Enter house-6:40 A.M.-Mickey Mouse already on, one boy already up, baby crying in the monitor.
Got the baby fed and Caleb wants to go out so we go ahead. It's 7:15. Tend to the animals, put Linley in the stroller, water the melons and pumpkins; green beans need to be picked. Ethan comes outside and finds me in the garden. We spend a while outside and everyone is pretty content, then Linley gets upset so Ethan pushes her over to me in the garden. Linley crying and Ethan singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". Sweetest. Thing. Ever.
It's time to go in, get her back in bed, get the boys fed. My craziness ensues. Eat that frog, a book I've read about doing the things that you have to get done that you put off, was my morning. I ate lots of frogs.
Poop in the underwear of course, must deal with that. Linley wakes up from a nap early because of a dirty diaper. More poop.
It's time for one of our dear friends' birthday party at the local yogurt shop. Note: I didn't feed the boys lunch before we went. Ethan made his own creation of frozen yogurt while Caleb filled his cup (barely anything) with gummies, sour worms, and cereal. Odd but he was perfectly content. Yogurt eaten now it's time for cupcakes. All the boys are hanging out in the "cool area" that consists of black leather furniture. My two take up residence in the couch. Ethan and Caleb need help taking the wrapper off of their cupcakes, Linley wants yellow icing so dips her finger in it while I'm trying to get it off. Sugar hits. Ethan decides that it would be so much fun to roll over the couch. I'm dealing with Linley when I hear, "Uh oh Mom." I turn and look and what do I see? Ethan, standing with his back to me, a yellow cupcake stuck neatly to his back. He had rolled right over Caleb's delicious cupcake. Did that really just happen? I mean, come on, can you plan something like that? I just wish I had a camera. Cupcake off of Ethan's back, now it's time open the presents. My boys are having trouble paying attention, they are all over each other in one of the chairs while Linley thinks that because her brothers are being so loud she needs to participate so she is screaming at the top of her lungs (happy screaming). Hearing myself say in an ice cream parlor: "Get off the top of your brother," and "Caleb, gets your hands out of your pants," are once again sayings that teach me lessons in humility; not to mention the big yellow circle on the back of Ethan's shirt.
Head home and all four of the grandparents end up at our house today. It's canning time. I'm busy putting up spaghetti sauce when Caleb comes in the kitchen, "Mom, I pooped." Here we go AGAIN. How many times can the kid poop in one day? "Hold on. Go to the bathroom and I'll be there in a second." After just a minute or so of coming to a stopping point I head to the bathroom. I walk into the hallway and what do I see? A trail of toilet paper still on the roll connected from the bathroom all the way down the hall. Frazzled Female could have said in a nicer tone but did not fly completely off the handle: "Roll it all back up." I get him cleaned up again. At this poop I think I just threw him in the tub. I can't remember which one today. On his leg, in the floor, on the rug, they all just seem to run together. It was at this point that the threats come out. I think he may spend a lot of time practicing on the potty tomorrow.
John's home, supper is on the table. Yummy: blt's fresh from our garden tomatoes, homemade potato salad, green peppers, potato chips. Caleb's dinner consisited of potato chips and lettuce in ranch. He did eat one piece of bacon.
It's time to go outside. The boys end up in the pool. We just purchased an above ground pool for them. Linley's fussing so I get to put her to sleep and grab a few minutes peace and quiet in the house to sew. Apparently during this swimming episode Caleb gets chocked on water and vomits up the lettuce. This makes Ethan take a walk on memory lane from the time we were at the beach. He chocked and threw up sausage so he tells Caleb. Delicious.
Linley is now in the tub when the wild indians come into the house. Her eyes were enormous. I wonder what she is thinking when it's all peaceful then all of a sudden you hear what sounds like elephants running through a china shop? John gets to feed her and I bathe the boys. I walk in and they are playing so well together. Wow, that is so nice. Then I hear the conversation:
Ethan with army man: "Ohhh, I'm going to throw up!!!!!!!!!!" Pooting sounds come from his mouth and the army man dives into the water.
Caleb with plastic tiger: "Ohhhh. I'm going to throw up!!!!!" Pooting sounds come from his mouth and his tiger dives into the water.
Now we have a nice conversation that when you throw up you don't have pooting sounds come out of your mouth. Ethan determines that this throw up was coming out of the other end. Nice.
Hurry, bedtime coming and they want snacks. I guess all that throw up talk. Bedtime early. PTL.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Father's Day Blessings
Wow. God has blessed us with a lot of things this Father's Day.
Tried to let John sleep in this morning and get breakfast made and tend to the animals and get us all ready for church. Well, that all didn't happen but we did end up at church earlier than normal and the boys' hair was brushed. However, I have to note that before John even got up I already had one in timeout, a threat to completely ban Thomas the trains for an entire week, a baby fed, breakfast almost done, a wet head, and the animals not fed. Ugh. Gallant effort, sometimes I set unrealistic goals though.
Made it to eat Los Portales with the family with two grumpy boys-both who fell asleep on the way to the restaurant which made for peachy attitudes when we woke them up to go into a crowded area. Did I mention Linley slept through all of it, at least most of it despite her brothers? In the car I now have a new rule: DO NOT TOUCH YOUR SISTER IF SHE IS SLEEPING. Their logic "She doesn't wake up anyway." My logic, "You just woke her up." She even slept at the restaurant, until Caleb, who managed to take his blanky into the Mexican restaurant (guess he wants to be able to smell it later) and whack her in the head with it and wake her up. He wanted her to wake up and celebrate :)
Betsy (my twin sis), Matt (her hubs), and the girls are here for the weekend so we went over to Mams and Pops' house. Even though Dad wasn't feeling too well he put up with all the screaming, running, door slamming, and whining.
Made it to Mammy and Pappy's house for banana ice cream. Now, I can tell you for sure Ethan is my child. Mammy had homemade ice cream and what does Ethan want to do and actually whines about? Eating ice cream before dinner. Really, does he actually think I will agree to that? I mean, I will do that for myself, but my children? Come on, I have to show self-control on their behalf! Now, John has been fighting a headache all day so he goes down for the count at their house. I get Linley, fed, everyone bathed, wake John up to go home, and we finally make it there after much, and I do mean much whining.
At home, John disappears for what turns into one of his worst headaches he's ever had and now three children have to be put to bed plus the animals all decided to drink all of their water today so tending to the animals must be done as well. 30 minutes later, cats fed/watered, chickens/turkeys fed/watered, cows/goats fed/watered, and now we have a screaming baby who is ready to get to bed. I get her changed and I notice something about her diaper, "when did this size two diaper get so monstrous?" Oh well, just tighten it up and off to bed. Time to put the boys' to bed and where is Caleb's overnight size 6 diaper? Oh wait, no wonder Linley's diaper was so big on her... it was CALEB's!!!!! Duh, get that changed and Linley in bed. Now, Ethan can't find his blanky. After much searching I call Mammy. Yep, it's in Fulton at their house. Can we go get it tonight? No, Son, we cannot go get it tonight. Finally, everyone is in bed, the house is quiet, saying prayers that John feels better, that Linley actually sleeps despite the fact she only drank half of her bottle before bed, and Ethan's blanket is MIA.
We survived. So thankful to God for the blessings He's given us. Yes, there is whining, yes it is crazy, yes it is wild, but man, so many blessings from Him on this Father's Day. Happy Father's Day to John. Our children are blessed beyond measure as am I to have that man in our life who adores his children, trains them up, and truly is my partner in everything we do. Happy Father's Day to my dad too!!
Tried to let John sleep in this morning and get breakfast made and tend to the animals and get us all ready for church. Well, that all didn't happen but we did end up at church earlier than normal and the boys' hair was brushed. However, I have to note that before John even got up I already had one in timeout, a threat to completely ban Thomas the trains for an entire week, a baby fed, breakfast almost done, a wet head, and the animals not fed. Ugh. Gallant effort, sometimes I set unrealistic goals though.
Made it to eat Los Portales with the family with two grumpy boys-both who fell asleep on the way to the restaurant which made for peachy attitudes when we woke them up to go into a crowded area. Did I mention Linley slept through all of it, at least most of it despite her brothers? In the car I now have a new rule: DO NOT TOUCH YOUR SISTER IF SHE IS SLEEPING. Their logic "She doesn't wake up anyway." My logic, "You just woke her up." She even slept at the restaurant, until Caleb, who managed to take his blanky into the Mexican restaurant (guess he wants to be able to smell it later) and whack her in the head with it and wake her up. He wanted her to wake up and celebrate :)
Betsy (my twin sis), Matt (her hubs), and the girls are here for the weekend so we went over to Mams and Pops' house. Even though Dad wasn't feeling too well he put up with all the screaming, running, door slamming, and whining.
Made it to Mammy and Pappy's house for banana ice cream. Now, I can tell you for sure Ethan is my child. Mammy had homemade ice cream and what does Ethan want to do and actually whines about? Eating ice cream before dinner. Really, does he actually think I will agree to that? I mean, I will do that for myself, but my children? Come on, I have to show self-control on their behalf! Now, John has been fighting a headache all day so he goes down for the count at their house. I get Linley, fed, everyone bathed, wake John up to go home, and we finally make it there after much, and I do mean much whining.
At home, John disappears for what turns into one of his worst headaches he's ever had and now three children have to be put to bed plus the animals all decided to drink all of their water today so tending to the animals must be done as well. 30 minutes later, cats fed/watered, chickens/turkeys fed/watered, cows/goats fed/watered, and now we have a screaming baby who is ready to get to bed. I get her changed and I notice something about her diaper, "when did this size two diaper get so monstrous?" Oh well, just tighten it up and off to bed. Time to put the boys' to bed and where is Caleb's overnight size 6 diaper? Oh wait, no wonder Linley's diaper was so big on her... it was CALEB's!!!!! Duh, get that changed and Linley in bed. Now, Ethan can't find his blanky. After much searching I call Mammy. Yep, it's in Fulton at their house. Can we go get it tonight? No, Son, we cannot go get it tonight. Finally, everyone is in bed, the house is quiet, saying prayers that John feels better, that Linley actually sleeps despite the fact she only drank half of her bottle before bed, and Ethan's blanket is MIA.
We survived. So thankful to God for the blessings He's given us. Yes, there is whining, yes it is crazy, yes it is wild, but man, so many blessings from Him on this Father's Day. Happy Father's Day to John. Our children are blessed beyond measure as am I to have that man in our life who adores his children, trains them up, and truly is my partner in everything we do. Happy Father's Day to my dad too!!
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Ha ha you stuck in there
As you can imagine, this is one of those days with a three year old boy who is sewing some wild oats for sure. Of course,an older brother to ag things on and then a little sister to make him jealous sometime all add up to a very eventful day.
Morning: I'm on the stairclimber briefly talking to my MIL trying to work out going to see my grandmother in the hospital (say a prayer for her while you read this if you don't mind). Caleb has been up before 7 and now needs more "warm milk." So, since I'm not paying close attention to him and getting off my stairclimber what does the child do? He chunks his sippee cup at me and screams. Oh no you didn't. Time out before 7:15 in the morning.
Mammy gets here so I can go visit my grandmother in the hospital. Before I go I'm tending to our newly hatched turkeys. They are in the back shed. Caleb is in there with me petting them while I'm feeding and watering them. All of a sudden the door is closed and I don't think anything about it. I go to walk out and I hear "Ha ha. You stuck in there Mama." Did I mention that it is already mid-80's by this point of the day? So my threat, "Caleb Thomas Cole if you do not open this door right now you are in BIG trouble!" His reply as he is unlocking the door, " I caaannnn't." Open door. I start in on my lecture, "Caleb, you NEVER lock anyone in this shed." Did I mention we had been playing guns all morning with the nerf guns so he's carrying it around? He looks at me, gun in hand and pretends to shoot me. Nice. Side note-I had my cell with me, and this shed could be taken down by a few good kicks and a 2 X 4, plus you can see through the slats in the shed, the lock being a piece of wood on a nail.
Caleb poops for Mammy two times while I'm gone. Hey, at least I'm gone.
Home from the hospital and the afternoon begins. A brief animal dvd for some much needed quiet time and then here comes Caleb, pantless again. "Mom I pooped." Great, get him cleaned up and it's time for us to go outside to play. Enter Ethan. "Mom, guess what's on the porch?" Can you guess? I open the back door and there is my gift waiting for me. Mercy, how much can one kid poop in a day?
Did I mention that my Bible study this week is having a positive attitude no matter what the situation? Enter Bible study in action. Tball practice outside along with "workers" as they call it. Think PigPen from Peanuts. Now it's time to go in, cool off, get ready for t-ball. I hear the famous whine, "I need more warm miiiillllkkkk." No. Sorry kid, but you've had like 7 cups so far. No. Meltdown ensues. Instruction from me, get to your room if you're going to meltdown. 30 minutes later, a baby woke up by the fit, a bottle, and a resting 5 year old and he can finally come out of his room because he's done with the fit. But wait, he can't come out of his room-he's asleep. Really?
A t-ball game where big brother's team gets runner-up and only a minor meltdown at the game and we made it through our day. Somedays it really is survival of the fittest.
Morning: I'm on the stairclimber briefly talking to my MIL trying to work out going to see my grandmother in the hospital (say a prayer for her while you read this if you don't mind). Caleb has been up before 7 and now needs more "warm milk." So, since I'm not paying close attention to him and getting off my stairclimber what does the child do? He chunks his sippee cup at me and screams. Oh no you didn't. Time out before 7:15 in the morning.
Mammy gets here so I can go visit my grandmother in the hospital. Before I go I'm tending to our newly hatched turkeys. They are in the back shed. Caleb is in there with me petting them while I'm feeding and watering them. All of a sudden the door is closed and I don't think anything about it. I go to walk out and I hear "Ha ha. You stuck in there Mama." Did I mention that it is already mid-80's by this point of the day? So my threat, "Caleb Thomas Cole if you do not open this door right now you are in BIG trouble!" His reply as he is unlocking the door, " I caaannnn't." Open door. I start in on my lecture, "Caleb, you NEVER lock anyone in this shed." Did I mention we had been playing guns all morning with the nerf guns so he's carrying it around? He looks at me, gun in hand and pretends to shoot me. Nice. Side note-I had my cell with me, and this shed could be taken down by a few good kicks and a 2 X 4, plus you can see through the slats in the shed, the lock being a piece of wood on a nail.
Caleb poops for Mammy two times while I'm gone. Hey, at least I'm gone.
Home from the hospital and the afternoon begins. A brief animal dvd for some much needed quiet time and then here comes Caleb, pantless again. "Mom I pooped." Great, get him cleaned up and it's time for us to go outside to play. Enter Ethan. "Mom, guess what's on the porch?" Can you guess? I open the back door and there is my gift waiting for me. Mercy, how much can one kid poop in a day?
Did I mention that my Bible study this week is having a positive attitude no matter what the situation? Enter Bible study in action. Tball practice outside along with "workers" as they call it. Think PigPen from Peanuts. Now it's time to go in, cool off, get ready for t-ball. I hear the famous whine, "I need more warm miiiillllkkkk." No. Sorry kid, but you've had like 7 cups so far. No. Meltdown ensues. Instruction from me, get to your room if you're going to meltdown. 30 minutes later, a baby woke up by the fit, a bottle, and a resting 5 year old and he can finally come out of his room because he's done with the fit. But wait, he can't come out of his room-he's asleep. Really?
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Quotes of the day
Caleb and I have a discussion about VBS at Mammy's church today. Bad mood is a good term for the day with him.
Me: Caleb, if you're going to whine all day I'm just going to have to leave you here with Daddy. (Yeah, big threat here. Can you hear the Mommy voice?"
Caleb: Ok. I stay with Dad at home. I no go VBS.
Great, that backfired. I should have known.
Ethan and I having a discussion at the Mexican restaurant:
Me: Ethan, you need to eat a couple bites of your taco.
Ethan: I'm just not a fan of tacos today.
Ethan and I sitting in the van at Rural King waiting on John:
Ethan: Mom, did you know that some women have mustaches?
Me: Oh really?
Ethan: Yeah, if they're like 100 years old.
Me: That old?
Ethan: Yeah, if they're that old they sometimes have mustaches.
Where in the world did that come from?
Caleb and me getting ready for bed:
Me: Caleb, you like getting your teeth brushed don't you? It feels good.(Caleb nodding head) I like clean teeth.
Caleb: I like poopoo teeth.
Getting ready to go to the hospital to see my grandma again. I came back inside after already saying goodbye to the kids to wait on John to finish the garden.
Ethan: Are you back from the hospital already?
Me: No, I haven't even left yet. I'm waiting on Dad to finish up in the garden.
Ethan: Oh. Are you waiting for him to give you a hug?
Me: Yeah.
Precious and downright funny comments of the day.
Me: Caleb, if you're going to whine all day I'm just going to have to leave you here with Daddy. (Yeah, big threat here. Can you hear the Mommy voice?"
Caleb: Ok. I stay with Dad at home. I no go VBS.
Great, that backfired. I should have known.
Ethan and I having a discussion at the Mexican restaurant:
Me: Ethan, you need to eat a couple bites of your taco.
Ethan: I'm just not a fan of tacos today.
Ethan and I sitting in the van at Rural King waiting on John:
Ethan: Mom, did you know that some women have mustaches?
Me: Oh really?
Ethan: Yeah, if they're like 100 years old.
Me: That old?
Ethan: Yeah, if they're that old they sometimes have mustaches.
Where in the world did that come from?
Caleb and me getting ready for bed:
Me: Caleb, you like getting your teeth brushed don't you? It feels good.(Caleb nodding head) I like clean teeth.
Caleb: I like poopoo teeth.
Getting ready to go to the hospital to see my grandma again. I came back inside after already saying goodbye to the kids to wait on John to finish the garden.
Ethan: Are you back from the hospital already?
Me: No, I haven't even left yet. I'm waiting on Dad to finish up in the garden.
Ethan: Oh. Are you waiting for him to give you a hug?
Me: Yeah.
Precious and downright funny comments of the day.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
New use for plunger
What a week this has been. Two t-ball games, a flat tire, VBS at my m-i-l's church, Bible Study group, a sick grandmother who has now landed in the hospital after an extremely long journey that would wear the fittest person out not the least a 91 year old woman. In the midst of this chaos, which is an understatement, today the boys have made me laugh more times than I can count.
VBS today. I forgot the pacifier for Linley. Praise the Lord for one of the grandma's who lived near the church, Linley now has a blue pacifier. Caleb had a rough time so he sat through music twice with me and Bible study twice with Mrs. Jeanne.
Servall visited today. Our bug sprayer lady tells me she arrives to seeing Caleb peeing off the back porch. Nice. But, it gets better. He, of course, is outside. I hear him so I walk out and what do I see? Caleb, pantless, on the back porch. We have Servall here and my child has pooped outside in the yard again with no pants on and poop on his leg. I try to be slick and get it/him cleaned up before she notices but I meet her at the back with poop in my hand... at least he did have his pants on.
I tried making sourdough bread. Notice the word "tried." After working the bread I set it out. When I go to retrieve the bread from the window sill (sitting in the sun to rise) I see Caleb in the front yard with his new toy. The plunger. What is he doing with it? Plunging himself, then pretending to use it as a telescope, then he throws it over his shoulder like he's carrying his sword. I walk to the kitchen to put the bread in and I see Caleb now running in the backyard. Oh how sweet! But wait, he is chasing one of the momma cat's...with the plunger. He later tells me he is getting that "bad cat."
John is home and oh how proud I am of that sourdough bread to go with dinner tonight. Ethan takes a bite and what does he say, "That bread is NASTY!" Very politely John says he likes the other recipe better. Yeah, me too. That sour dough bread that I started working on last night is now chicken food.
The boys decided to be bowling balls and then made up their own pins- stuffed animals and a bop bag. One would stand by the pins screaming, "On your mark, get set, GO!" Then the other would race from the bathroom down the hallway and crash into the pins. That was so much fun.
Just a note-the plunger was an extra we had outside, at least not from the bathroom.
VBS today. I forgot the pacifier for Linley. Praise the Lord for one of the grandma's who lived near the church, Linley now has a blue pacifier. Caleb had a rough time so he sat through music twice with me and Bible study twice with Mrs. Jeanne.
Servall visited today. Our bug sprayer lady tells me she arrives to seeing Caleb peeing off the back porch. Nice. But, it gets better. He, of course, is outside. I hear him so I walk out and what do I see? Caleb, pantless, on the back porch. We have Servall here and my child has pooped outside in the yard again with no pants on and poop on his leg. I try to be slick and get it/him cleaned up before she notices but I meet her at the back with poop in my hand... at least he did have his pants on.
I tried making sourdough bread. Notice the word "tried." After working the bread I set it out. When I go to retrieve the bread from the window sill (sitting in the sun to rise) I see Caleb in the front yard with his new toy. The plunger. What is he doing with it? Plunging himself, then pretending to use it as a telescope, then he throws it over his shoulder like he's carrying his sword. I walk to the kitchen to put the bread in and I see Caleb now running in the backyard. Oh how sweet! But wait, he is chasing one of the momma cat's...with the plunger. He later tells me he is getting that "bad cat."
John is home and oh how proud I am of that sourdough bread to go with dinner tonight. Ethan takes a bite and what does he say, "That bread is NASTY!" Very politely John says he likes the other recipe better. Yeah, me too. That sour dough bread that I started working on last night is now chicken food.
The boys decided to be bowling balls and then made up their own pins- stuffed animals and a bop bag. One would stand by the pins screaming, "On your mark, get set, GO!" Then the other would race from the bathroom down the hallway and crash into the pins. That was so much fun.
Just a note-the plunger was an extra we had outside, at least not from the bathroom.
Monday, June 4, 2012
It just keeps coming
Wow. Poop just keeps coming.
This morning was a productive start to our day. Worked-out, showered, fed Linley, started clothes washing then it begins. In the basement doing Linley's laundry and I hear Caleb, "Mom I pooped." My response, just hold on a minute I'll be right there. Then Ethan comes to the basement door: "MOM!! There is toilet paper all down the hallway!!!!!" What? Seriously? I'm in the basement for 3 minutes, can I please just get the laundry in the washer? So, up I go and what do I find? Toilet paper, an entire roll, strung down the hallway and into the living room, the back door open, Caleb standing there with no pants on (of course), and Ethan standing there trying to fill me in on what's up. So, first thing to run through my mind, "Where's the poop?" and "Is that toilet paper used?" Oh, did I mention that I've got two of LInley's outfits in my hand dripping with water all the way through the hallway? So, we make it to the bathroom, me-pantless Caleb-Ethan-wet clothes, while I'm trying to get Caleb cleaned up, hang up the clothes, Ethan screaming "I need my breakfast". PTL Linley was napping at this moment. Catastophe avoided, toilet paper in the trash, Caleb cleaned up, and off we go to make breakfast.
Time for Bible study but Mammy is coming over to deliver some VBS stuff so the boys opt out of going. Home from Bible study and everyone is ready to go visit their friends for the afternoon. However, you MUST eat before we go. So, dill pickle sandwich for Ethan (he made up that sandwich), and more chocolate chip muffins for Caleb and he agrees to pb&j. May I mention here that in order to eat dinner tonight I had to clear off the table which consisted of a pb&j that did not have one bite out of it. Ugh. Mammy found Caleb's blanket in the backseat. He decided he needed to wash it so where does he go but to the sand/water table. It rained last night so it's really full. But, not justrainwater, apparently big brother peed in it this morning. So, Caleb is carrying his wet blanket around that has been washed in pee water. Oh, another side note...with this same water table they were also shooting their water guns...and Caleb drinks it. Yummy. Now, off all of us go to our friends house.
Home again and now it's time for a meltdown. Caleb is just so tired that after a complete and utter fallout the child finally gets it together (after some lovely training from Mom). Now we're making pies and Ethan cannot keep his spoon out of the bowl. I really don't think that pecan pie batter tastes very good, but Ethan loves it. So, pecan pies in the oven, dinner is ready, John comes home, meal delivered for friends, and it's time for us to eat. The table is set and we're trying to round up the natives and what do we hear "Mom, I pooped." Are you stinking kidding me? How many times is this kid going to poop today? So, off we go again to the bathroom. Now, his he has it on his fingers because his bottom hurt. So pooped off the rear and off the fingers. Yummy to think about for meal time huh?
Dinner is complete, pie/icecream eaten and the boys are off outside with Dad. PTL for a man who loves his boys enough and me enough to get them out of the house so I can clean up. So, as I'm cleaning up the dishes I see John pointing to the house. And then what do I see? Caleb, AGAIN, with no pants on carrying them. ARE YOU SERIOUS??????? So finally, I just tell the boy. "Look, just put your shoes back on and go back outside without any pants." His reply, "Ummm, ok." But then he thinks better of it, "Wipe my butt. Daddy say I have stinky butt." Nice. I guess since John was letting them help him move the animals with the lawnmower I can see how he wouldn't want a poopey butt on him. So, that done off he goes outside, wearing a pullup. Surprisinly, no more poop tonight. But, John did till up the garden tonight. It was the boys' heaven. Nothing like soft tilled up dirt to run naked through. It was too cool til the cat pooped in one end of it and Caleb eventually ran right over the top of that. He didn't care of course, I did. I don't think I've seen dirtier boys and they couldn't have been happier. I tried to hose them down before bath but too cold water so the tub, being white, was a nice shade of dirt brown.
Now, to end the evening what happens? Our turkey's are starting to hatch out of their eggs. Science lesson and God's creation in our own basement. We could even hear one of them chirping and as we talked they would start pecking on the shells. You could see them rolling some. It was awesome.
So, our life was pretty crazy today, full of poop, but hey, it was memorable :)
This morning was a productive start to our day. Worked-out, showered, fed Linley, started clothes washing then it begins. In the basement doing Linley's laundry and I hear Caleb, "Mom I pooped." My response, just hold on a minute I'll be right there. Then Ethan comes to the basement door: "MOM!! There is toilet paper all down the hallway!!!!!" What? Seriously? I'm in the basement for 3 minutes, can I please just get the laundry in the washer? So, up I go and what do I find? Toilet paper, an entire roll, strung down the hallway and into the living room, the back door open, Caleb standing there with no pants on (of course), and Ethan standing there trying to fill me in on what's up. So, first thing to run through my mind, "Where's the poop?" and "Is that toilet paper used?" Oh, did I mention that I've got two of LInley's outfits in my hand dripping with water all the way through the hallway? So, we make it to the bathroom, me-pantless Caleb-Ethan-wet clothes, while I'm trying to get Caleb cleaned up, hang up the clothes, Ethan screaming "I need my breakfast". PTL Linley was napping at this moment. Catastophe avoided, toilet paper in the trash, Caleb cleaned up, and off we go to make breakfast.
Time for Bible study but Mammy is coming over to deliver some VBS stuff so the boys opt out of going. Home from Bible study and everyone is ready to go visit their friends for the afternoon. However, you MUST eat before we go. So, dill pickle sandwich for Ethan (he made up that sandwich), and more chocolate chip muffins for Caleb and he agrees to pb&j. May I mention here that in order to eat dinner tonight I had to clear off the table which consisted of a pb&j that did not have one bite out of it. Ugh. Mammy found Caleb's blanket in the backseat. He decided he needed to wash it so where does he go but to the sand/water table. It rained last night so it's really full. But, not justrainwater, apparently big brother peed in it this morning. So, Caleb is carrying his wet blanket around that has been washed in pee water. Oh, another side note...with this same water table they were also shooting their water guns...and Caleb drinks it. Yummy. Now, off all of us go to our friends house.
Home again and now it's time for a meltdown. Caleb is just so tired that after a complete and utter fallout the child finally gets it together (after some lovely training from Mom). Now we're making pies and Ethan cannot keep his spoon out of the bowl. I really don't think that pecan pie batter tastes very good, but Ethan loves it. So, pecan pies in the oven, dinner is ready, John comes home, meal delivered for friends, and it's time for us to eat. The table is set and we're trying to round up the natives and what do we hear "Mom, I pooped." Are you stinking kidding me? How many times is this kid going to poop today? So, off we go again to the bathroom. Now, his he has it on his fingers because his bottom hurt. So pooped off the rear and off the fingers. Yummy to think about for meal time huh?
Dinner is complete, pie/icecream eaten and the boys are off outside with Dad. PTL for a man who loves his boys enough and me enough to get them out of the house so I can clean up. So, as I'm cleaning up the dishes I see John pointing to the house. And then what do I see? Caleb, AGAIN, with no pants on carrying them. ARE YOU SERIOUS??????? So finally, I just tell the boy. "Look, just put your shoes back on and go back outside without any pants." His reply, "Ummm, ok." But then he thinks better of it, "Wipe my butt. Daddy say I have stinky butt." Nice. I guess since John was letting them help him move the animals with the lawnmower I can see how he wouldn't want a poopey butt on him. So, that done off he goes outside, wearing a pullup. Surprisinly, no more poop tonight. But, John did till up the garden tonight. It was the boys' heaven. Nothing like soft tilled up dirt to run naked through. It was too cool til the cat pooped in one end of it and Caleb eventually ran right over the top of that. He didn't care of course, I did. I don't think I've seen dirtier boys and they couldn't have been happier. I tried to hose them down before bath but too cold water so the tub, being white, was a nice shade of dirt brown.
Now, to end the evening what happens? Our turkey's are starting to hatch out of their eggs. Science lesson and God's creation in our own basement. We could even hear one of them chirping and as we talked they would start pecking on the shells. You could see them rolling some. It was awesome.
So, our life was pretty crazy today, full of poop, but hey, it was memorable :)
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