We have cats. Several of them. All outside. They serve a purpose: eat mice and moles. My children have an odd relationship with our cats.
You may ask why? Several reasons:
Our cats are somewhat brave/ somewhat stupid. We have Ollie now, and they just hang around letting the dog harrass them and they just swat at him and go on. My children play with the cats. Sometimes, the cats aren't smart enough to run away and hide. For instance, a couple of days ago the boys are outside playing in the yard while I'm watching them from the dining room doing some sewing. All of a sudden, something hits the window. It wasn't a rock. I run outside in a rage and then I see something else flying. It's not our turkeys. Next, comes discipline and a lesson on respecting all of God's creatures. Reasoning, the cat scratched me. My response: I would have scratched you too.
Cats poop outside on the ground, covered up. Today, I walk to the garage after seeing Caleb streak through. What do I find? No, it's not cat poop but kid poop. Are you serious? (I say that alot lately). After cleaning out the "Litter box" of Caleb I see him getting a spoonful of dirt and acting like he is covering up his poop. No, Caleb, you are not a cat, but a boy.
Sidenote: I come inside, I'm working on a project we have going on and the boys, being boys, are banished outside for a time due to their similarity to wild indians while Linley is asleep. So, all of a sudden both boys come marching in the house telling me I had to see something. Uh oh. I walk outside and there, on the roof of the garage, is Ethan's pillow pet "Wild Ears" on the roof. A pillow pet, outside, on the roof. I wouldn't have thought to put him there. Ethan's response: "Can you let me climb up there and get it?" Uh, no, but at least he asked.
An hour or so later we are inside. The boys are playing at the train table and I smell something. Linley is asleep so it can't be her dirty diaper. Next, who's to blame but Caleb.
Me: Caleb, did you poop?
Caleb: very quietly, Uh huh.
Me: You pooped AGAIN? Where?
Caleb: In the kitchen.
Me to myself: 1. Disgusting.
2. How much poop can 1 child have?
3. Disgusting.
4. I've got to clean that up. Or should he have to clean that up? No, I'm too much of a germ-a-phobe to have him clean it up.
5. I think I might cry.
Poop cleaned up, Praise the Lord Mammy has come over so I can go to a yard sale and meet John for a movie, where I don't have to clean up any one or anything's poop, or think about cats.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Addition
John found Ollie on craigslist and after much debate we decided it was time to get a dog. So, the three kiddos and I took off to Halls, TN, to pick up our pup. The kids fall asleep on the way there, we pull up, they are now awake minus Linley, and the boys flip out because they saw the big dog (A border collie so it really isn't that big). Did I mention our kids are petrified of dogs? Thus, the reason of getting a dog. So, now we have the whole van awake. Two screaming boys and a baby who is supposed to be napping. I'm sure the lady we bought the dog from thought we were crazy.
We put Ollie in our pet carrier and home we go. He was such a trooper in the van, not hardly even making noises. Man, this dog is great. There we are, 15 minutes from home and I smell this terrible smell. What in the world? I look over at Ollie in the pet carrier and he is now circling and there is something in the bottom of it. Could it be? No, no way. Oh,but yes. We now have a dog sitting in the front seat in a pet carrier that has poop in it. At this point numerous thoughts were going through my head:
1. I think I might hurl.
2. Are you kidding me?
3. I just added something else to our family that is not potty trained.
So, I roll the window down and pretend to be a dog myself by holding my head out the window gasping for air all the while loudly gagging as I'm driving. I look in the rearview mirror and I see Ethan holding his nose screaming about how bad it stinks. After I stop gagging a discussion starts up.
" Mom, why did you get a dog? I think we need to take him back... That poop doesn't stink as bad as baby poop."
"Oh yes, I think it's pretty far up there on the poop scale." Then everyone has to rank the stinkiness of the poop we have at our house, baby poop, cow poop, dog poop.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Milestone and Sundays.
Sundays in our house are usually jam packed. Today was no different. But, here is the big news of the day: CALEB POOPED IN THE POTTY!! Yes, it happened. John caught him on the porch trying to poop in his underwear so he just told him to sit on the potty. Yes, I have a potty chair sitting on my back porch. No, I am not redneck. My child poops outside. Yes, I just said my child poops outside.
I started singing praises to the LORD!! Of course, Caleb did not want me to congratulate him at all. "No cheer. No cheer." Even tonight at bedtime I told him how proud I was of him. He retaliated with something about peepee. Oh well.
This morning we start our Sunday morning rush trying to get us out of the door by 9:05. It never works. But, good goal. Why is it on Sundays my children decide to sleep in? I mean, really? Linley woke up early but I fed her and we went back to bed. Then, I finally get out of bed and get our day going trying to be as loud as possible to wake the kids up naturally. Works well for Ethan. Caleb not so much. I finally wake him up at 8:15 with a peace offering of milk and waffles.
Wake Linley up now and feed her some bottle and pears. Get her changed into her Sunday attire, John mans the boys, I finish getting ready and John does so now to load everyone up and off we go.
At church it just turns crazy. Copying for class, drop Ethan off, walk in mine and Caleb's class where I meet John, Caleb, and Linley and off they go to their classes. So, then we have SS where Caleb completely falls apart several times and just finally ends up with us in "big church" due to the falling out. Now it's time for the kids to run to the front of the church for children's church to begin. Well, of course, Ethan races off with some buddies and Caleb is left in the dust so he falls apart AGAIN. Oh my gosh. I mean seriously. So, John takes him to Children's church again. Now, we're fixing to start the sermon and here comes our nursery director. Linley is ticked, they found the bottle with warm water but no formula. Well, great. I run in there and try to calm her down but to no avail. So, crying baby in the sanctuary, grab John's keys, take Linley home where I give her a bottle, pears, and she poops, then off we go again back to church to pick up the boys. This all happened before noon.
Home for the afternoon and now it's time to get our homeschool ready. Wow. I'm pumped and I think Ethan is as well. I know Caleb is. We start school on Wednesday.
So overall, very busy day, fun day, and alot accomplished today! Praise the Lord!
I started singing praises to the LORD!! Of course, Caleb did not want me to congratulate him at all. "No cheer. No cheer." Even tonight at bedtime I told him how proud I was of him. He retaliated with something about peepee. Oh well.
This morning we start our Sunday morning rush trying to get us out of the door by 9:05. It never works. But, good goal. Why is it on Sundays my children decide to sleep in? I mean, really? Linley woke up early but I fed her and we went back to bed. Then, I finally get out of bed and get our day going trying to be as loud as possible to wake the kids up naturally. Works well for Ethan. Caleb not so much. I finally wake him up at 8:15 with a peace offering of milk and waffles.
Wake Linley up now and feed her some bottle and pears. Get her changed into her Sunday attire, John mans the boys, I finish getting ready and John does so now to load everyone up and off we go.
At church it just turns crazy. Copying for class, drop Ethan off, walk in mine and Caleb's class where I meet John, Caleb, and Linley and off they go to their classes. So, then we have SS where Caleb completely falls apart several times and just finally ends up with us in "big church" due to the falling out. Now it's time for the kids to run to the front of the church for children's church to begin. Well, of course, Ethan races off with some buddies and Caleb is left in the dust so he falls apart AGAIN. Oh my gosh. I mean seriously. So, John takes him to Children's church again. Now, we're fixing to start the sermon and here comes our nursery director. Linley is ticked, they found the bottle with warm water but no formula. Well, great. I run in there and try to calm her down but to no avail. So, crying baby in the sanctuary, grab John's keys, take Linley home where I give her a bottle, pears, and she poops, then off we go again back to church to pick up the boys. This all happened before noon.
Home for the afternoon and now it's time to get our homeschool ready. Wow. I'm pumped and I think Ethan is as well. I know Caleb is. We start school on Wednesday.
So overall, very busy day, fun day, and alot accomplished today! Praise the Lord!
Monday, July 30, 2012
I don't make this up.
Yes, this really happened. No, I did not make it up.
Brief synopsis of our day before the mayhem: Ran, started stairclimbing, kids up at 6:45, fed everyone, played, finished stairclimbing, gardened, tended to animals (farm animals not my kids here), went to Murray and swam with my sister, niece, and nephew, burnt to a crisp (don't call me Tori, call me Tortilla, as in crispy Tortilla), cleaned up house so it didn't look like a tornado had been through, started supper.
Setting: One baby in the crib, one 5 year old on a couch, and one 3 year old ran outside. Mom running around the house.
Ethan is trying to recuperate from a long day swimming, Caleb of course now has energy to go on for hours, and Linley is asleep. I'm on the phone with my twin sister and what do I see? Caleb, entering the house, with black marks all over his entire body, except for his face (thank goodness). Hands, arms, palm of his hands, fingernails, ankles, tops of feet, shirt. What in the world? Oh, I know. He found the KING SIZE BLACK PERMANENT MARKER outside where I had taken it out of the van. Who needs canvas people? Use yourself for body art. Then, here it comes, "Mom, I pooped!" Seriously, so now we have a child covered in black permanent marker with poop in his underwear. I've got to get off with my sister now, after some serious complaining of what I'm fixing to have to do.
Me: "Do not move. Go to the bathroom, and stay there. The wipes are out in the van." Yes, I left them there from our swimming field trip today and I was NOT about to go in Linley's room to get the others and wake her up.
I run outside to the van, grab the wipes, turn around, and now on the top steps of the porch is my partially naked 3 year old, marker and all, with pants off and poop stuck to his rear. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Back to the bathroom we go. But wait, what is that I kicked...in the hall? Oh yes, piece of poop. (I'm sighing as I'm writing this piece). Start to clean the boy up and the next conversation is the kicker.
Caleb:"I want my prize!" In a very whiney voice.
Me: "Prize? For what?"
Caleb:"For pooping."
Huh? Did I miss something? I think we all know that the child can poop. It is the location of the poop that I am more concerned with at this point.
Me:"You don't get a prize for pooping. You get a prize for pooping IN THE POTTY!"
Caleb:"NOOOOOOO!!! I WANT MY PRIZE!!!!!!!!!" Hear whining.
Me: "No Caleb. You poop in the potty to get a prize, not in your UNDERWEAR!!!"
And so the whining continues as does the discussion of why we have prizes in the first place for bowel movements. Side note here: Yesterday John caught him pooping in his underwear so he got him on the potty and in a round about way he did poop on the potty. To which I jumped up and down and he yelled:"No HAPPY!" I seriously do not think he wants to part with his poop.
Get Caleb cleaned up, no prize, and Linley is awake, dinner needs to be finished, John is home, and the boys have found the Cars tattoos...
At this point I must make two notes:
1. Caleb is the object of a lot of my blogs. This age that he is at is always entertaining and busy, Ethan was just like this, yes, poop and all. I am so thankful for him, and all our children because they keep my life interesting, fun, and never dull.
2. I am so glad I borrowed my sister's Bissell shampoo vaccuum today. God knew I would put it to good use.
Brief synopsis of our day before the mayhem: Ran, started stairclimbing, kids up at 6:45, fed everyone, played, finished stairclimbing, gardened, tended to animals (farm animals not my kids here), went to Murray and swam with my sister, niece, and nephew, burnt to a crisp (don't call me Tori, call me Tortilla, as in crispy Tortilla), cleaned up house so it didn't look like a tornado had been through, started supper.
Setting: One baby in the crib, one 5 year old on a couch, and one 3 year old ran outside. Mom running around the house.
Ethan is trying to recuperate from a long day swimming, Caleb of course now has energy to go on for hours, and Linley is asleep. I'm on the phone with my twin sister and what do I see? Caleb, entering the house, with black marks all over his entire body, except for his face (thank goodness). Hands, arms, palm of his hands, fingernails, ankles, tops of feet, shirt. What in the world? Oh, I know. He found the KING SIZE BLACK PERMANENT MARKER outside where I had taken it out of the van. Who needs canvas people? Use yourself for body art. Then, here it comes, "Mom, I pooped!" Seriously, so now we have a child covered in black permanent marker with poop in his underwear. I've got to get off with my sister now, after some serious complaining of what I'm fixing to have to do.
Me: "Do not move. Go to the bathroom, and stay there. The wipes are out in the van." Yes, I left them there from our swimming field trip today and I was NOT about to go in Linley's room to get the others and wake her up.
I run outside to the van, grab the wipes, turn around, and now on the top steps of the porch is my partially naked 3 year old, marker and all, with pants off and poop stuck to his rear. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Back to the bathroom we go. But wait, what is that I kicked...in the hall? Oh yes, piece of poop. (I'm sighing as I'm writing this piece). Start to clean the boy up and the next conversation is the kicker.
Caleb:"I want my prize!" In a very whiney voice.
Me: "Prize? For what?"
Caleb:"For pooping."
Huh? Did I miss something? I think we all know that the child can poop. It is the location of the poop that I am more concerned with at this point.
Me:"You don't get a prize for pooping. You get a prize for pooping IN THE POTTY!"
Caleb:"NOOOOOOO!!! I WANT MY PRIZE!!!!!!!!!" Hear whining.
Me: "No Caleb. You poop in the potty to get a prize, not in your UNDERWEAR!!!"
And so the whining continues as does the discussion of why we have prizes in the first place for bowel movements. Side note here: Yesterday John caught him pooping in his underwear so he got him on the potty and in a round about way he did poop on the potty. To which I jumped up and down and he yelled:"No HAPPY!" I seriously do not think he wants to part with his poop.
Get Caleb cleaned up, no prize, and Linley is awake, dinner needs to be finished, John is home, and the boys have found the Cars tattoos...
At this point I must make two notes:
1. Caleb is the object of a lot of my blogs. This age that he is at is always entertaining and busy, Ethan was just like this, yes, poop and all. I am so thankful for him, and all our children because they keep my life interesting, fun, and never dull.
2. I am so glad I borrowed my sister's Bissell shampoo vaccuum today. God knew I would put it to good use.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Boys vs Girls
Well, the past couple weeks have been crazy. Our grandmother passed away so it has been a very sad time for our family. But, during this time we were also blessed just because as a family we were able to come together and celebrate her life and enjoy being together. So, we were able to hang out with my two neices for about a week, they are 6 and 3. So we had a 6, 5, 3, 3, and 6 month old for a few days. Hilarious is pretty much descriptive of our time. Here are a few examples along with just a few things have happened at our house since.
Caleb and Annalee are going at it in the pool (these are the two 3 year olds and second borns-Betsy and I have a few theories on second borns :P) They are using the noodles as weapons. After Betsy and I about make our throats sore from, "Be kind to each other" We finally just let them go at it. The difference between boys and girls: Annalee did cry and Caleb screamed "SORRY!" in not the nicest of tones.
We are at our parents' house and the kids are in the living room playing. Ethan runs in the room, bends over, grabs his rear end, and begins making loud pooting noises to no one in particular. Seriously? Of course, Betsy and I bust out laughing and he is confused as to why we are laughing.
Now, to just a few things that happened at our house lately:
It is the sweetest thing ever to hear Ethan and Caleb pretend playing cars and Katie Beth and Annalee are in the other cars.
Linley had a dirty diaper so I tied it up in a Wal-Mart sack. Before heading to church to work on some stuff I actually caught myself saying, "BOYS!! DO NOT THROW THE DIRTY DIAPER AT EACH OTHER!!" Yes, the dirty diaper was thrown everywhere in our house, much to Linley's entertainment.
Yesterday, I looked out the window and my mouth dropped to the ground. John is playing with the boys in the pool. They are being launched like airplanes. Do I see screaming and crying? No, they are going as fast as they possibly can getting back to John saying, "higher, HIGHER!"
I'm giving the boys a bath. Then comes the discussion on male anatomy. What are these? Why are they round? What are they called? What are they for? Do you have them? Does sister? Oh I wish Dad were in here to hear this one!
Today, the boys decided that Thomas the Train needed to fall in a pond. Of course, I say sure. I mean why not, Thomas needs a bath now and then. My rule is that the water has to be on the hardwood. So, after a couple scares of water being dropped all over the floor, Thomas makes it in the pond. Then, Ethan decides that Caleb shouldn't put one of his train cars in the water, too late, so Ethan snatches it out. Caleb of course screams at him and then proceeds to dump the entire "Pond" in the floor. After an almost time out I decide that the "Punishment must fit the crime" (Yes, we love Parent Trap) so all of the towels are put to good use.
Then, we get busy playing basketball. Before the game begins I walk into their room and I see Caleb STANDING on top of the dresser. (Just a picture: this is a 5 drawer dresser with no mirror.) Why? You may ask. Well, I asked the same question...I get the look, duh mom. Then an explanation that Caleb has to be able to hit the basketball goal. My next step, Caleb get off of the dresser. Of course, I thought he would climb down the same way he got up there. Oh no, not Caleb, daredevil jumped off the top of the dresser. I ran in the room and he's rubbing his head. Are you serious? Are you okay? Yeah Mom.
Then, it's time for a wrestling match. I'm telling you, I may be bruised for weeks after this. But, apparently it was a big hit, literally. To be on even ground I have to play on my knees and they get to run at me and try their hardest to tackle me. Yes, it was fun, they had a blast. Scared me to death when one would jump off the bed and try to tack me in the air and the other would run at me from the other side of the room.
John comes home and the boys are talking about their pants being wet. Naturally, John wants to know why.
Me: Thomas took a dip in the pond.
John: On the hardwood.
Me: Yes.
John: Do you think that was the best idea?
Me: Definitely, the floors needed mopping.
John: Oh. What did you mop them with?
Me: The towels on the floor.
I thought my logic was spot on. At least the floors got scrubbed today :)
Caleb and Annalee are going at it in the pool (these are the two 3 year olds and second borns-Betsy and I have a few theories on second borns :P) They are using the noodles as weapons. After Betsy and I about make our throats sore from, "Be kind to each other" We finally just let them go at it. The difference between boys and girls: Annalee did cry and Caleb screamed "SORRY!" in not the nicest of tones.
We are at our parents' house and the kids are in the living room playing. Ethan runs in the room, bends over, grabs his rear end, and begins making loud pooting noises to no one in particular. Seriously? Of course, Betsy and I bust out laughing and he is confused as to why we are laughing.
Now, to just a few things that happened at our house lately:
It is the sweetest thing ever to hear Ethan and Caleb pretend playing cars and Katie Beth and Annalee are in the other cars.
Linley had a dirty diaper so I tied it up in a Wal-Mart sack. Before heading to church to work on some stuff I actually caught myself saying, "BOYS!! DO NOT THROW THE DIRTY DIAPER AT EACH OTHER!!" Yes, the dirty diaper was thrown everywhere in our house, much to Linley's entertainment.
Yesterday, I looked out the window and my mouth dropped to the ground. John is playing with the boys in the pool. They are being launched like airplanes. Do I see screaming and crying? No, they are going as fast as they possibly can getting back to John saying, "higher, HIGHER!"
I'm giving the boys a bath. Then comes the discussion on male anatomy. What are these? Why are they round? What are they called? What are they for? Do you have them? Does sister? Oh I wish Dad were in here to hear this one!
Today, the boys decided that Thomas the Train needed to fall in a pond. Of course, I say sure. I mean why not, Thomas needs a bath now and then. My rule is that the water has to be on the hardwood. So, after a couple scares of water being dropped all over the floor, Thomas makes it in the pond. Then, Ethan decides that Caleb shouldn't put one of his train cars in the water, too late, so Ethan snatches it out. Caleb of course screams at him and then proceeds to dump the entire "Pond" in the floor. After an almost time out I decide that the "Punishment must fit the crime" (Yes, we love Parent Trap) so all of the towels are put to good use.
Then, we get busy playing basketball. Before the game begins I walk into their room and I see Caleb STANDING on top of the dresser. (Just a picture: this is a 5 drawer dresser with no mirror.) Why? You may ask. Well, I asked the same question...I get the look, duh mom. Then an explanation that Caleb has to be able to hit the basketball goal. My next step, Caleb get off of the dresser. Of course, I thought he would climb down the same way he got up there. Oh no, not Caleb, daredevil jumped off the top of the dresser. I ran in the room and he's rubbing his head. Are you serious? Are you okay? Yeah Mom.
Then, it's time for a wrestling match. I'm telling you, I may be bruised for weeks after this. But, apparently it was a big hit, literally. To be on even ground I have to play on my knees and they get to run at me and try their hardest to tackle me. Yes, it was fun, they had a blast. Scared me to death when one would jump off the bed and try to tack me in the air and the other would run at me from the other side of the room.
John comes home and the boys are talking about their pants being wet. Naturally, John wants to know why.
Me: Thomas took a dip in the pond.
John: On the hardwood.
Me: Yes.
John: Do you think that was the best idea?
Me: Definitely, the floors needed mopping.
John: Oh. What did you mop them with?
Me: The towels on the floor.
I thought my logic was spot on. At least the floors got scrubbed today :)
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
About time
Yes, so I am a couple days behind, but time has been busy this week. Here are the highlights from the past couple days.
Yesterday morning Linley is up at 5:30 for a bottle then John and I head outside to shuck corn. Yes, at 5:45 in the morning we are shucking corn. Our cows and goat were happy. Then, John thinks he hears one of the kids. I go check and sure enough, Caleb is sitting in the hallway at 6:15 crying. He wants warm milk. Early morning.
Later, I'm doing prayer time in the my room with Ethan snuggling on the bed. We hear the door open and close. Ethan: "I think Caleb just went outside." Yes, he has to have his morning bathroom break outside off the backporch. 20 seconds later here comes Caleb down the hall. "MOM!!" Then Caleb walks into my room in his pj's, kind of. He's got his shirt on but is missing something. His pajama shorts, he has fashioned them as a new hat on his head. Very trendy.
Trip to Radio Shack. Man, I'm proud of my boys, they're walking around the store just staring in amazement while the owner is busy with another customer and I'm waiting. It's my turn. Then, I hear a loud crash. Pride shot down along with two 32" flat screen tv's that Ethan accidently backed into. At least they were in boxes. My nerves now on edge so boys are forced to stand directly behind me during transaction. But wait, there are shelves right there that are just perfect for little boys to step on. More loud crashes. At this point the owner looks at them and says:"Those will throw them off." No kidding? Did he think I was whispering to my kids, "Boys, go jump up and down on those shelves!!" We can't get out of there fast enough. Now, a trip across the street to the post office, park, and now Wal-Mart. I forgot my Lysol. Ugh. So, load the trio up, Linley strapped to me in my knock-off Moby wrap, Caleb in the front of the buggee and then Ethan in the basket. We walk in and what do we always do first? Clean the buggee. So, I pass out wipes and the boys are responsible for scrubbing down their part of the buggee. Man, they scrubbed well. Then, trash those and out comes the handsanitizer. The boys want to eat chicken nuggets while we shop so we have to clean them right? Germaphobe? Yes. But, the three people sitting at the window at Subway in Wal-Mart were having a good laugh at this crazy Mom. So pumped, I didn't have to plank with LInley attached to me in the aisle at Wal-mart.
Back at home, the boys are at each others' throats and I've had enough. off to time-out they go. Door slammed. OH well, at least it's quiet on my end of the house. Then the house begins to shake. Mental note: boys need separate rooms for timeout. It's more of playtime without Mom in the room. The dresser was cleaned off, everything was in the floor. The basketball goal was turned over in the floor. At least the dresser wasn't emptied.
VBS every night this week at church.
Cut off all the corn while the kids had rest time and Linley napped.
At 9:30 I begin boxing all the corn-ended up with 61 quarts at 10:30 p.m. The house smelled good:)
This morning, the boys are going to play at Mammy's. They want to spend the night. BUt wait, you can't, we have VBS again. Then Caleb's fit begins. He no go to church!!!! Yes, you know you've been spending a lot of time at church when your kid doesn't want to go to VBS due to the fact that we have lived there the past week getting ready. Side note-he didn't stay in his class tonight, ended up with Dad and the big kids. Oh well. At least he made it.
Spent the majority of the night with Linley strapped to me. What a workout. At the end of the night I keep smelling something, Man, those kids are stinking. I get home, wait, that's not the kids. It was me. Busy night. VBS is a blast, I love it and I think my kids do too!! Just an overview of out week this week. Never a dull moment!
Yesterday morning Linley is up at 5:30 for a bottle then John and I head outside to shuck corn. Yes, at 5:45 in the morning we are shucking corn. Our cows and goat were happy. Then, John thinks he hears one of the kids. I go check and sure enough, Caleb is sitting in the hallway at 6:15 crying. He wants warm milk. Early morning.
Later, I'm doing prayer time in the my room with Ethan snuggling on the bed. We hear the door open and close. Ethan: "I think Caleb just went outside." Yes, he has to have his morning bathroom break outside off the backporch. 20 seconds later here comes Caleb down the hall. "MOM!!" Then Caleb walks into my room in his pj's, kind of. He's got his shirt on but is missing something. His pajama shorts, he has fashioned them as a new hat on his head. Very trendy.
Trip to Radio Shack. Man, I'm proud of my boys, they're walking around the store just staring in amazement while the owner is busy with another customer and I'm waiting. It's my turn. Then, I hear a loud crash. Pride shot down along with two 32" flat screen tv's that Ethan accidently backed into. At least they were in boxes. My nerves now on edge so boys are forced to stand directly behind me during transaction. But wait, there are shelves right there that are just perfect for little boys to step on. More loud crashes. At this point the owner looks at them and says:"Those will throw them off." No kidding? Did he think I was whispering to my kids, "Boys, go jump up and down on those shelves!!" We can't get out of there fast enough. Now, a trip across the street to the post office, park, and now Wal-Mart. I forgot my Lysol. Ugh. So, load the trio up, Linley strapped to me in my knock-off Moby wrap, Caleb in the front of the buggee and then Ethan in the basket. We walk in and what do we always do first? Clean the buggee. So, I pass out wipes and the boys are responsible for scrubbing down their part of the buggee. Man, they scrubbed well. Then, trash those and out comes the handsanitizer. The boys want to eat chicken nuggets while we shop so we have to clean them right? Germaphobe? Yes. But, the three people sitting at the window at Subway in Wal-Mart were having a good laugh at this crazy Mom. So pumped, I didn't have to plank with LInley attached to me in the aisle at Wal-mart.
Back at home, the boys are at each others' throats and I've had enough. off to time-out they go. Door slammed. OH well, at least it's quiet on my end of the house. Then the house begins to shake. Mental note: boys need separate rooms for timeout. It's more of playtime without Mom in the room. The dresser was cleaned off, everything was in the floor. The basketball goal was turned over in the floor. At least the dresser wasn't emptied.
VBS every night this week at church.
Cut off all the corn while the kids had rest time and Linley napped.
At 9:30 I begin boxing all the corn-ended up with 61 quarts at 10:30 p.m. The house smelled good:)
This morning, the boys are going to play at Mammy's. They want to spend the night. BUt wait, you can't, we have VBS again. Then Caleb's fit begins. He no go to church!!!! Yes, you know you've been spending a lot of time at church when your kid doesn't want to go to VBS due to the fact that we have lived there the past week getting ready. Side note-he didn't stay in his class tonight, ended up with Dad and the big kids. Oh well. At least he made it.
Spent the majority of the night with Linley strapped to me. What a workout. At the end of the night I keep smelling something, Man, those kids are stinking. I get home, wait, that's not the kids. It was me. Busy night. VBS is a blast, I love it and I think my kids do too!! Just an overview of out week this week. Never a dull moment!
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Lately
It's been a while since I've been able to blog. Mostly because exhaustion usually sets in before I get to do this at 9:30 at night. John says I'm always tired, I agree.
The poop saga continues. Yesterday I had all three kids pooping by 11. I think, "Yay. At least we're already done with this." No such luck. Caleb, of course, poops in his underwear several times. I don't think much about it when I see Ethan with some baby powder on him. He is five, he likes to take care of himself. But then, Caleb has some on him. Okay, what's up with this? I ask Ethan, his reply:"Caleb did it." "Did what?" Is my next thought. Enter boys' room. A snow hill is what their dresser resembled. I actually didn't blow up but calmly and rationally stated, with not much compassion:"You have to clean every bit of that up with wash cloths now." I turn and walk out, and off they go to gather the cleaning supplies. Linley is in need of something so off I go to deal with her while the boys go to their snow chute to start cleaning. I come back to check on them but there is still white on the dresser. Okay, at this point I'm getting irritated. FInally, I come to the bottom of it. Ethan:"Mom, that's Butt Paste that Caleb painted on it." Oh great. Butt Paste is similar to Desitin but it's just big boy medicine. No, it does not wipe off like powder. Scrub hard and it may come off. Then all of a sudden the boys are cleaning with their wet rags the race track on their wall. Hey, that's fine with me. At least they're cleaning. Note: tonight I still saw some Butt Paste on the dresser and there is still baby powder on the top of it that just didn't get clean. Oh well, at least we know Butt Paste sticks well.
Caleb is now three, as I'm sure you know. 3 is such a wonderful age. Your young child growing stronger, getting taller, becoming more independent, growing more stubborn and less rational as you go. Now, I think Caleb has a guilty conscience since he's not pooping in the potty. Every other word that comes out of that child's mouth has something to do with poop. A word of affection: "Hey Poopey." A word of anger:"POOPOO, DOODOO, PEEPEE." A word of rebellion: "You're poopie Mommy." Whenever he must express himself it always comes out with these words. I think he feels bad that he's not pooping in the potty. Really. I do. Now, though, his fits are not rational yet but they are getting there. He tells me he doesn't want self-control. Really? I think I got that.
Linley is starting to get the hang of it with these boys. THe other day my twin sis was here visiting and we were trying to get all the kids out to the pool. It just didn't happen with Linley, she pooped in her swimmer diaper so I just change her and put her to bed, it's time anyway. It's 105 degrees outside so I just lay her down with a diaper. She sleeps so soundly then it's time for her to get up. Well, she must have gotten bored or just trying to figure things out. We walk into her room to get her and there she is, in all her glory, nude with a diaper lying next to her. Yes, she took it off. The child is only 5 months old. Already? Makes me nervous.
Well, all are asleep and that's where I want to be. Good night.
The poop saga continues. Yesterday I had all three kids pooping by 11. I think, "Yay. At least we're already done with this." No such luck. Caleb, of course, poops in his underwear several times. I don't think much about it when I see Ethan with some baby powder on him. He is five, he likes to take care of himself. But then, Caleb has some on him. Okay, what's up with this? I ask Ethan, his reply:"Caleb did it." "Did what?" Is my next thought. Enter boys' room. A snow hill is what their dresser resembled. I actually didn't blow up but calmly and rationally stated, with not much compassion:"You have to clean every bit of that up with wash cloths now." I turn and walk out, and off they go to gather the cleaning supplies. Linley is in need of something so off I go to deal with her while the boys go to their snow chute to start cleaning. I come back to check on them but there is still white on the dresser. Okay, at this point I'm getting irritated. FInally, I come to the bottom of it. Ethan:"Mom, that's Butt Paste that Caleb painted on it." Oh great. Butt Paste is similar to Desitin but it's just big boy medicine. No, it does not wipe off like powder. Scrub hard and it may come off. Then all of a sudden the boys are cleaning with their wet rags the race track on their wall. Hey, that's fine with me. At least they're cleaning. Note: tonight I still saw some Butt Paste on the dresser and there is still baby powder on the top of it that just didn't get clean. Oh well, at least we know Butt Paste sticks well.
Caleb is now three, as I'm sure you know. 3 is such a wonderful age. Your young child growing stronger, getting taller, becoming more independent, growing more stubborn and less rational as you go. Now, I think Caleb has a guilty conscience since he's not pooping in the potty. Every other word that comes out of that child's mouth has something to do with poop. A word of affection: "Hey Poopey." A word of anger:"POOPOO, DOODOO, PEEPEE." A word of rebellion: "You're poopie Mommy." Whenever he must express himself it always comes out with these words. I think he feels bad that he's not pooping in the potty. Really. I do. Now, though, his fits are not rational yet but they are getting there. He tells me he doesn't want self-control. Really? I think I got that.
Linley is starting to get the hang of it with these boys. THe other day my twin sis was here visiting and we were trying to get all the kids out to the pool. It just didn't happen with Linley, she pooped in her swimmer diaper so I just change her and put her to bed, it's time anyway. It's 105 degrees outside so I just lay her down with a diaper. She sleeps so soundly then it's time for her to get up. Well, she must have gotten bored or just trying to figure things out. We walk into her room to get her and there she is, in all her glory, nude with a diaper lying next to her. Yes, she took it off. The child is only 5 months old. Already? Makes me nervous.
Well, all are asleep and that's where I want to be. Good night.
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