A few things I've learned for bathroom etiquette.
1. Never, I mean never, use anything that has not been in the towel closet. For instance, I caught Caleb in the bathroom, wiping, using MY towel that I hang up after a shower. Did I mention that I reuse my towels after a shower usually once? Yeah, that makes a nice thought. Wiping my face with my nice towel that Caleb used to wipe his rear. Yes, NEVER reuse a towel again.
2. Always check the lid. You may fall in, and if you may fall in, it probably has pee in it. Yes, screaming is usually involved.
3. If it is wet, even if it's in the sink, don't assume that it's from the water in the sink. Yesterday, Linley was so upset and would not stop crying. I took her to the bathroom, took care of morning business, went to wash my hands and my hairband was in it. I pick it up and hang it on a door knob when Linley all of a sudden quits crying and starts cracking up giggling.
I ask her what?
and she replies: "I pretended it was dirty. And washed it. In the TOILET." giggle giggle giggle.
Me: You washed it in the toilet?
Linley, giggling all the more now. "Yep." In her deep voice.
Me: So I guess you pulled it out with your hands huh?
Linley: Uh huh.
Yes, so this explains ALL of the water ON the toilet, ON the floor, and ON the sink. No use pretending that it's sink water. We all know what she did. But, I'm still not letting myself dwell on the fact that she washed my hairband in the toilet, which could possibly have had urine in it, and then put it in the sink, with water all over the entire bathroom. Just. Not. Going. There.
Lessons in bathroom etiquette at the Cole's: If you personally did not get it out of the linen closet, well, then, it's your own fault.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
Pride
Well, if you are reading this you probably have an issue with pride. I mean, fess up, we all have it. If you are a parent, I know you have it...otherwise God would not have given you children. I have determined that I must have had a heart issue of pride, or God would not have placed these bundles of joy with me and completely make me eat humble pie constantly. Privately, with the other children around, in front of my husband, and specifically this week in full view of everyone at the ballfields.
For instance:
1. Caleb is playing t-ball. Can I say one thing? Bless it. I mean really, t-ball. I remember Ethan playing t-ball and I was so stressed. Now here is Caleb, and well, I can't really be stressed. BECAUSE; Caleb playing hind-catcher the other night with you know, about 30 parents and various assorted children watching. When, the ENTIRE inning, he proceeds to dig in his buttcheecks. And let me tell you, this what not a discreet scratch, this was a searching for gold kind of scratch the FULL inning. And of course, grandparents are here watching, Ethan yells at him for support: Quit scratching your butt Caleb!. What can a parent do? I mean really? After telling him discreetly and giving him the "I'm going to kill you with my eyes" look which got a little giggle from him and a finger pointing at me, I make a bee-line to hubby in the dugout to PLEASE MOVE HIM TO OUTFIELD. He can't do that, he doesn't control the positions. Praise the Lord the game was over after that.
2. Ethan is playing machine-pitch baseball. He is going through some sort of thing where he has to know where we are at all times. Yes, I'm sorry son, I was like this as a child. So, the other night I was home with sick Abigail and John was at the fields. The game goes on for an extra-inning so John stands up just to stretch his legs. What do you think happens but the boy starts squalling like a baby. Literally, sobbing, on the field, surrounded by teammates and coaches. Poor Coach, he didn't know what was up and when Ethan saw John he calmed down. He just loves us, what can I say?
3. Tonight Caleb had a double header. Getting to the fields consisted of this: Abigail is ticked because she decided naps were not a necessity today at Mams and Pops' house, Linley is screaming because she didn't like the pants she was wearing, Caleb is being yelled at because he can't find his hat and for some reason his shoe is bothering him and he runs out of the house with a shoe in his hand. 3 out of 4. So we make it to the fields, game 1 is in the books with just a fussy Abigail. Then comes game 2. Oh game 2. Pride must have been an issue with game 1 (hey, he didn't dig his rear the whole time), so game 2 I must have needed humble pie. Enter Caleb practicing swinging to get up to bat, 5 feet in front of me, when you hear one of the loudest toots ever. He turns, giggles to the other teammate who DEFINITELY heard it, then he notices that a group of 3 teenage girls, a Mom, me and Granddad all heard it. The giggles get going by everyone in the stands. He turns around, looks at those teenage girls, and tells them to "Quit laughing." Which ends up making it worse so more laughing. Please, my head is in the sand now.
Linley is bored so she dumps the shoes. Then, it gets better. Linley decides she wants to play in a water hole. But wait, it hasn't rained in a couple days. So, she dumps her Sprite on the ground, and proceeds to jump in the Sprite barefooted right next to the dugout.
Resourceful.
Oh, it can't stop there.
Abigail is screaming so we are leaving. Then Linley decides that her pants are dirty. So, what does she do right beside her granddad? TAKE THEM OFF. Right there for all the world to see. Yes, she was wearing a dress so we could go with it, but getting them off, well, Pappy saw a full moon tonight and it was not the one rotating the Earth.
So, Pride, well there you have it. For if anyone thinks he is something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself. Galatians 6:3.
Oh yall, to give you a heads up, there was another incident that was so embarrassing that I will not write it on here. My kids will thank me later.
For instance:
1. Caleb is playing t-ball. Can I say one thing? Bless it. I mean really, t-ball. I remember Ethan playing t-ball and I was so stressed. Now here is Caleb, and well, I can't really be stressed. BECAUSE; Caleb playing hind-catcher the other night with you know, about 30 parents and various assorted children watching. When, the ENTIRE inning, he proceeds to dig in his buttcheecks. And let me tell you, this what not a discreet scratch, this was a searching for gold kind of scratch the FULL inning. And of course, grandparents are here watching, Ethan yells at him for support: Quit scratching your butt Caleb!. What can a parent do? I mean really? After telling him discreetly and giving him the "I'm going to kill you with my eyes" look which got a little giggle from him and a finger pointing at me, I make a bee-line to hubby in the dugout to PLEASE MOVE HIM TO OUTFIELD. He can't do that, he doesn't control the positions. Praise the Lord the game was over after that.
2. Ethan is playing machine-pitch baseball. He is going through some sort of thing where he has to know where we are at all times. Yes, I'm sorry son, I was like this as a child. So, the other night I was home with sick Abigail and John was at the fields. The game goes on for an extra-inning so John stands up just to stretch his legs. What do you think happens but the boy starts squalling like a baby. Literally, sobbing, on the field, surrounded by teammates and coaches. Poor Coach, he didn't know what was up and when Ethan saw John he calmed down. He just loves us, what can I say?
3. Tonight Caleb had a double header. Getting to the fields consisted of this: Abigail is ticked because she decided naps were not a necessity today at Mams and Pops' house, Linley is screaming because she didn't like the pants she was wearing, Caleb is being yelled at because he can't find his hat and for some reason his shoe is bothering him and he runs out of the house with a shoe in his hand. 3 out of 4. So we make it to the fields, game 1 is in the books with just a fussy Abigail. Then comes game 2. Oh game 2. Pride must have been an issue with game 1 (hey, he didn't dig his rear the whole time), so game 2 I must have needed humble pie. Enter Caleb practicing swinging to get up to bat, 5 feet in front of me, when you hear one of the loudest toots ever. He turns, giggles to the other teammate who DEFINITELY heard it, then he notices that a group of 3 teenage girls, a Mom, me and Granddad all heard it. The giggles get going by everyone in the stands. He turns around, looks at those teenage girls, and tells them to "Quit laughing." Which ends up making it worse so more laughing. Please, my head is in the sand now.
Linley is bored so she dumps the shoes. Then, it gets better. Linley decides she wants to play in a water hole. But wait, it hasn't rained in a couple days. So, she dumps her Sprite on the ground, and proceeds to jump in the Sprite barefooted right next to the dugout.
Resourceful.
Oh, it can't stop there.
Abigail is screaming so we are leaving. Then Linley decides that her pants are dirty. So, what does she do right beside her granddad? TAKE THEM OFF. Right there for all the world to see. Yes, she was wearing a dress so we could go with it, but getting them off, well, Pappy saw a full moon tonight and it was not the one rotating the Earth.
So, Pride, well there you have it. For if anyone thinks he is something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself. Galatians 6:3.
Oh yall, to give you a heads up, there was another incident that was so embarrassing that I will not write it on here. My kids will thank me later.
Friday, May 1, 2015
Ethan's 8
Ethan just turned 8 on April 1st. So, as usual, here is the top 8 things I love about you Ethan!
1. Your fun.
You make me laugh, and you are filled with joy. You dance around the house, make funny noises, and play jokes all the time. You are fun to be around!
2. Your faith and wisdom. Sometimes, it blows me away. In December I heard you stop and pray in the kitchen after breakfast. When I asked you what you were doing you told me, "Well, we're supposed to start our day talking to God." Yes, son. Amen. Your name means "wise" and that you are in so many ways.
3. Your perfectionism. Now this one does make it hard on mom and dad sometimes. But, God has made you detail oriented for a purpose and I appreciate it. God is going to use you to do mighty things with it.
4. Your empathy and compassion. Boy, you are one the most compassionate people I know. Truly. And you show it constantly (Though sometimes it is stretched thin with Caleb). You are constantly encouraging others, showing compassion for them, and are so understanding. God is going to use that to bring people to Him.
5. Your gentleness. You aren't very aggressive which can sometimes go against you in this world, but God has made you that way...and I appreciate it as well as others around you.
6. Your love your siblings and they love you. Linley Claire wants to play anything with you, and you will normally stop what you are doing to do it with her. She loves you.
7. You love. You love everyone. You especially Abigail, you can't handle it when she cries. You've even started going and getting her out of her crib when she starts crying and bring her to me. I really don't want to watch how you do that, but you do and she loves it. God is love. You are going to be an awesome Daddy and husband one day.
8. You are responsible. I trust you. I can depend on you. Yes, you are 8, but I trust you to make good judgement calls and good moral calls.
It's been some rough spots this year you getting closer to being in the tween stage. Some hard lessons are being learned especially about friends and fitting in. But here's what counts: God has made you,do your best and work for the Lord. Follow the straight and narrow despite the people around you and in the end, you will have for yourself treasure in Heaven. Being different is okay, it's actually pretty cool. Jesus was.
You make me laugh, and you are filled with joy. You dance around the house, make funny noises, and play jokes all the time. You are fun to be around!
2. Your faith and wisdom. Sometimes, it blows me away. In December I heard you stop and pray in the kitchen after breakfast. When I asked you what you were doing you told me, "Well, we're supposed to start our day talking to God." Yes, son. Amen. Your name means "wise" and that you are in so many ways.
3. Your perfectionism. Now this one does make it hard on mom and dad sometimes. But, God has made you detail oriented for a purpose and I appreciate it. God is going to use you to do mighty things with it.
4. Your empathy and compassion. Boy, you are one the most compassionate people I know. Truly. And you show it constantly (Though sometimes it is stretched thin with Caleb). You are constantly encouraging others, showing compassion for them, and are so understanding. God is going to use that to bring people to Him.
5. Your gentleness. You aren't very aggressive which can sometimes go against you in this world, but God has made you that way...and I appreciate it as well as others around you.
6. Your love your siblings and they love you. Linley Claire wants to play anything with you, and you will normally stop what you are doing to do it with her. She loves you.
7. You love. You love everyone. You especially Abigail, you can't handle it when she cries. You've even started going and getting her out of her crib when she starts crying and bring her to me. I really don't want to watch how you do that, but you do and she loves it. God is love. You are going to be an awesome Daddy and husband one day.
8. You are responsible. I trust you. I can depend on you. Yes, you are 8, but I trust you to make good judgement calls and good moral calls.
It's been some rough spots this year you getting closer to being in the tween stage. Some hard lessons are being learned especially about friends and fitting in. But here's what counts: God has made you,do your best and work for the Lord. Follow the straight and narrow despite the people around you and in the end, you will have for yourself treasure in Heaven. Being different is okay, it's actually pretty cool. Jesus was.
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