Today, it seems everyone wanted to throw a tantrum. I wish I could have. I nearly did. I realized what I didn't pray for during my devotion time...I think they probably will figure out what I didn't pray for as well.
Today was our MOPS day, a day that is not an ordinary day at the Cole house. Our school schedule is changed for the day and moved to the afternoon. So, we had to get moving.
Enter tantrum 1: Linley
The boys are getting ready and I have to change her diaper and get her clothed. I get her diaper off, get her laid on the changing table and the poop hits the fan. For at least 5 minutes she screams about putting on a diaper. Now, don't get me wrong, I know that it is probably uncomfortable, bulky, not fashion forward, and gives you a large rear-end when looking in the mirror. However, when you choose not to go to the bathroom in the toilet and I will probably step in it somewhere around the house, you WILL wear one of those things in this house. Finally, the diaper is put on, after several, "What is your deal?" And Ethan standing right beside me making sure I'm not doing anything to her and she is crying of her own free-will (Can we say protective big brother and making her a Diva?) we get her clothes on, which surprisingly she never mentioned that part of the process. Shocker I know.
Enter tantrum 2: Ethan
Time to get shoes on and hit the door. Ethan, however, has literally destroyed his cowboy boots (his fav right now since he doesn't have to tie them) and now has two holes in one boot. Of course, like any Mom, I say, "No. You can't wear your boots. Wear your tennis shoes." And the crying begins. Seriously? You're toes are going to freeze off because it's 20 something degrees outside and not to mention you look homeless wearing those shoes. God has blessed you with another pair of shoes, put them on. And the fit continues, and continues, and continues. I am trying to get ready and this child normally does not need me to "help him" get dressed. After several threats, all bad parenting on my part since I had somewhere to go at a certain time, we make it in the van with tennis shoes. Now I will admit, my voice did not have the most pleasant tone by the end of the altercation. And yes, I remember my serious face coming over me, my eyes bulging, and my voice level raising. If it was possible for steam to come out of my ears this would have been the time. So we are in the van traveling to MOPS and Ethan starts in on his discusison:
Ethan: Mom, you raised your voice at me.
Me: Silence. (I am having a hard time controlling my temper at this moment along with pride admitting I lost my self-control and running the whole altercation through my head that the REASON I lost it is because YOU DID NOT PUT ON YOUR SHOES!!!!!!
Ethan: Mom, why aren't you answering me? You need to ask forgiveness from me.
Me: Ethan, you are right. I am sorry I lose my self-control and raised my voice at you. I lost my patience and I am sorry.
Ethan: I forgive you. I'm not going to tell you sorry.
Me: Silence.
Ethan: Do you want me to say sorry?
Me:Sure.
Ethan: You won't forgive me.
Me: Yes I will. I already have. Jesus forgives us and I already forgive you.
Ethan: Well okay then. I am sorry.
Me: Thank you. I forgive you.
Ethan: Can I play Batman when I get home now?
I don't think he saw me roll my eyes at that moment.
Tantrum 3: Caleb
We pull up to the church where MOPS is. Caleb starts the conversation:
Caleb: Mom, you did NOT tell me this was where we were going.
Me: Yes I did Caleb. I told you we had MOPS today.
Caleb: I am NOT getting out of this van!!!!!!!
Me: That's your choice, but it is freezing out here and we are all going in.
Caleb's fit escalates in decibels. He gets out of the van and we start walking in.
Caleb: I do NOT like this TERRIBLE CHURCH!! This church is HORRIBLE!!! (and it continues)
Note here: the youth minister of this church and his family are getting out of their van to go to MOPS as well as Caleb is talking about this.
Me: Caleb, you need to be quiet. This church is not horrible.
Caleb: (Holding the door for me as we enter the church) This is a TERRIBLE BUTT day. This day is HORRIBLE. As he is stating this assessment of his day a line of about 20 2 years olds are walking out of the sanctuary of this church to their daycare room.
Me: Caleb, change your attitude.
And that was the end of it.
So, everyone had to get at least one tantrum in for the day just so not to be left out. I should have thrown a tantrum. See how they reacted. That would have been entertaining.
Side note-tonight was Super Hero night at church. Linley wanted to be Batman but Ethan convinced her otherwise (so he could wear the cape) and she wore her tutu. Once we got her tutu on her, we needed to leave. But she goes up to Ethan, stops, and says "DANCE!!" Ethan stops what he is doing, puts everything down, and they literally waltz in the hallway. Then, it's time to go. Yes, I would say she is spoiled.
Even though we had a tantrum day today, it was a blessing that everyone is healthy enough to throw themselves into the floor, or voice their opinions at a high decibel. Thank you God for these blessings. Now, as I am typing this, they are all three sitting in the floor at my feet playing a Lego game together as happy as can be. And, they shared their popcorn. Even Caleb did. Oh how they do love each other. Thank you Lord.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
It's a GIRL!
Yes, it's a girl (and she is healthy which is the most important). Called that one. Ethan wanted that one-to make it even of course-3 boys 3 girls. Today was the day we went to get the ultrasound. This morning we were all talking about it at the table. Ethan asked how they would know if it was a girl or boy. To be a fly on the wall in that conversation.
Me-well, what is different between you all and me and Linley.
Ethan and Caleb-silence
Me-your peepee. Boys have a penis girls have a vagina.
Caleb-huh huh, vagina
Me-you know, what we do to tell the difference in the kittens.
Ethan-oh, that's what you were looking at.
Me-yes.
And then we resumed our lessons in school.
After we found out we had to get back for Ethan's basketball practice. After John took the boys to practice Linley Claire and I went outside to tend to the animals while I had dinner on the stove. First, we did the chickens. LC sat there and talked and talked to them while I got their water then she flipped out, I SCARED! next we moved to the turkeys. LC bit the dust, I mean mud, when she sank into about 4 inches of mud when I pulled her out. Needless to say though, she doesn't mind the mud, she just kept right on going. Then, we came face-to-face with Tom Turkey. I think he wants to come to my freezer. He likes to now start charging the door when you go to feed him or water him. My thought, don't bite the hand that feeds you....OR YOU WILL HAVE HIM FOR DINNER. I think he will be dinner this spring. Then we moved to the cows, where LC didn't want to walk so I had to carry the muddy child down the field. We then dealt with a sick cow where she and I pushed and pulled on him trying to get him to stand and she even let him eat out of her hand. We made it back up but, I smelled something...SMOKE!! Uh oh, I'm over 20 yards from the house and the doors are shut, I should not be smelling it. I run in, I had rice on the stove and it had now burned up and the entire house was completely filled with smoke, I mean the whole house. So, now all the doors of the house are open, most of the windows, and she and I eat dinner. With only now a vegetable, bread, and a little meat, I fed LC and we were off to a friend's house. When John picked up LC at the friend's house while I was at a meeting, the boys made an observation. Linley smells like those people who put those sticks in their mouths. Oh boys, you should have been here. What a celebration dinner!!!
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