I did not do the following things this week nor did I have enough of these moments to fill several weeks of posts!
*Pull over in a parking lot to allow my three year old to pee in an old Chuck E Cheese cup. I always make my children use the bathroom in designated facilities.
*Realize, while driving home from a photo shoot, that I had forgotten to pick up my youngest from the babysitter. I NEVER forget about my children.
*Eat an entire bag of dark chocolate Chex Mix...in one sitting. That stuff is NOT delicious and I am not a piglet!
*Have to rewash two loads of laundry because I forgot to switch them to the dryer...I'm always on top of housework.
*Let my oldest boys go to school two days without having their hair brushed. My children are always perfectly "coiffed" before leaving the house.
*I CERTAINLY did not, TWICE in one day, misplace my car keys, AFTER unlocking the doors and putting O in his car seat. I am not that absent minded and can remember where I put things...especially 5 minutes after I put them there!
*During a yard sale this week, I did not look up to see O, standing, "nakey butt" in the door way with a roll of toilet paper. He did not declare, loudly, "I pooped, come wipe my butt". I also did not have a yard full of people at the time! My kids have perfect manners.
*My son did not come home sick from school on Friday with a fever. Once he was home for a bit and I rechecked his temperature, he did not come back with no fever. The school is always on top of those types of things.
*Upon arrival at my husbands work party this Friday, we did not sit in the van and watch people enter the party. We also did not scope out the dress of the people who were entering. I also did not take off as much of my costume as possible when I saw how few people had dressed up...I am confident enough in myself to rock a Halloween costume regardless of everyone else.
*I did not make my 7 year old stuff his foot into a sock sized for a 3 year old because there were no others clean. We always have clean clothes and plenty of appropriate footwear.
*My poor husband did not get accused of saying a "swear word" during a presentation he did at church on Sunday...his saying "Jack asked me to"...Did not get interpreted Jacka**....poor guy. He did not think it was really funny either. We always have full decorum and are professional.
Just a few of my moments...there are many, many more!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Silly Sayings
My kids make me laugh...they also make me want to cry, yell, pull my hair out, etc. O has this adoreable little way of saying things, mostly things that are sassy, and it makes Matt and I laugh. At least for now. We are certain that in a few short years, it won't be funny any more. Like when we tell O, please don't walk across the top of the couch - that is pushed up against the windows - because it isn't safe. O's reply: "I cannot fall". Or the conversations that go like this, O, please put your glasses back on...where are you glasses...and his response is: "I did not hide them mommy"....funny and cute now, but I can see into our future and almost hear our sixteen year old son...and somehow it isn't so funny.
What was funny was S today. He was getting dressed for school and I was helping him. He told me he wanted to wear a belt to school. He found a belt, tucked his shirt into his jeans and came to show me his new look. I had to hold back a chuckle at his look...he had tucked his bulky shirt into his slim jeans and looked..well...silly. I of course assured him that he looked handsome. The response I got was unexpected, but horribly funny. He told me: "I know I look handsome, I just looked in the mirror and ALMOST WHISTLED AT MYSELF"!!
S HATES when people laugh at things he says, unless, he is telling a joke, and it took everything Matt and I had to not laugh hysterically!!
And M....M can't stop acting like a Transformer long enough to say much...everything has to do with Transformers. Even getting dressed involves sound effects and songs!
My boys do make me laugh!
What was funny was S today. He was getting dressed for school and I was helping him. He told me he wanted to wear a belt to school. He found a belt, tucked his shirt into his jeans and came to show me his new look. I had to hold back a chuckle at his look...he had tucked his bulky shirt into his slim jeans and looked..well...silly. I of course assured him that he looked handsome. The response I got was unexpected, but horribly funny. He told me: "I know I look handsome, I just looked in the mirror and ALMOST WHISTLED AT MYSELF"!!
S HATES when people laugh at things he says, unless, he is telling a joke, and it took everything Matt and I had to not laugh hysterically!!
And M....M can't stop acting like a Transformer long enough to say much...everything has to do with Transformers. Even getting dressed involves sound effects and songs!
My boys do make me laugh!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Not Me
This week was an interesting week...but today alone had enough NOT ME moments to fill a book - or at least a blog!
Today, I did not, in an attempt to log onto our online banking acount, cause the bank to freeze our account. I know all our passwords and enter them correctly the first time.
Upon realizing that the account was frozen I did not have to hurry and dress to take my kds to school and drop my husband at work so that I could get to the bank as soon as it opened.
I definitely did not raid M's piggy bank to get enough cash to put in the gas tank so I didn't run out of gas before I got to the bank...I always have enough money for essentials.
I certainly did not rush to the bank to find out that my error alone froze the account. I did not laugh and breathe a huge sigh of relief!
I didn't realize that in my haste to get out the door this morning, that I had given S, NIGHT TIME cold medicine before he went to school. I am always prepared and aware of what I'm doing.
I did not call the school right away to tell them that if I HAD given S, that medicine, he could call home if he just seemed too sleepy....the secratary did not laugh at me and assure me that this isn't the first time it's happened!
O, DEFINTELY get bit by my mom and dad's dog.
After, calming O, from the dog bite, he didn't get, I didn't hear M screaming. I went downstairs to find that S, certainly hadn't thrown a rock and hit him in the chin with it. My kids know that we NEVER throw stones.
After cleaning my house up and while making dinner, M and O, didn't come in the house, covered in a wet sandy mess. They did not keep their dirty shoes, socks, pants and shirts on and trapse through my house stomping (or so it seemed) with every step. My sons know the proper way to come into the home and what to do when they are dirty.
Just a few of my not me moments for this week!
Today, I did not, in an attempt to log onto our online banking acount, cause the bank to freeze our account. I know all our passwords and enter them correctly the first time.
Upon realizing that the account was frozen I did not have to hurry and dress to take my kds to school and drop my husband at work so that I could get to the bank as soon as it opened.
I definitely did not raid M's piggy bank to get enough cash to put in the gas tank so I didn't run out of gas before I got to the bank...I always have enough money for essentials.
I certainly did not rush to the bank to find out that my error alone froze the account. I did not laugh and breathe a huge sigh of relief!
I didn't realize that in my haste to get out the door this morning, that I had given S, NIGHT TIME cold medicine before he went to school. I am always prepared and aware of what I'm doing.
I did not call the school right away to tell them that if I HAD given S, that medicine, he could call home if he just seemed too sleepy....the secratary did not laugh at me and assure me that this isn't the first time it's happened!
O, DEFINTELY get bit by my mom and dad's dog.
After, calming O, from the dog bite, he didn't get, I didn't hear M screaming. I went downstairs to find that S, certainly hadn't thrown a rock and hit him in the chin with it. My kids know that we NEVER throw stones.
After cleaning my house up and while making dinner, M and O, didn't come in the house, covered in a wet sandy mess. They did not keep their dirty shoes, socks, pants and shirts on and trapse through my house stomping (or so it seemed) with every step. My sons know the proper way to come into the home and what to do when they are dirty.
Just a few of my not me moments for this week!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Simple Life
After 6 years with more than one child, I now am back to a full day with only one little one - except for the days that I babysit.
I had little time with S alone. 13.5 months to be exact. I spent nine of those months bent over a toliet puking, but that's another story...
I had little recollection of life with only one child. My days have been spent with at least two little ones for as long as I can remember.
Now, it's just me and O...and I'm shocked at how suprisingly easy and smooth our days are. He's my little easy going buddy. He rolls with it and goes with the flow. We've been able to take naps together, watch cartoons, clean a bit, go to the store, and even had our first lunch date the other day, granted it was Taco Bell, but O enjoyed his "cheese taco, cimanin twists and black pop", which is translated to a cheese roll up, cinamom twist and a pepsi - yes, Pepsi.
O is horribly spoiled. His older brothers hadn't even tasted a soda at his age...he asks for it daily.
Since it has been just me and O, I now know why only children can be so easily spoiled. It's so simple to only buy one treat, one book, one of everything! It's a lot cheaper than buying things in threes. I'll have to keep this in check before my sweet, easy going boy, becomes a big monster.
I love listening to his sweet little voice chattering away while he plays trains and pretends to be a conductor. Today, we had a conversation while eating lunch. I asked him why he wasn't eating his spaghettios...he infromed me that: "his mouf was broke", he told me: "it wasn't broked to talk or eat his butter bread". It was just broke to eat his other food!
He's such a sweet little boy, we miss our brothers horribly during the day...in fact, after a few hours O starts asking for them. It is nice to have the two of us alone all day though!
I had little time with S alone. 13.5 months to be exact. I spent nine of those months bent over a toliet puking, but that's another story...
I had little recollection of life with only one child. My days have been spent with at least two little ones for as long as I can remember.
Now, it's just me and O...and I'm shocked at how suprisingly easy and smooth our days are. He's my little easy going buddy. He rolls with it and goes with the flow. We've been able to take naps together, watch cartoons, clean a bit, go to the store, and even had our first lunch date the other day, granted it was Taco Bell, but O enjoyed his "cheese taco, cimanin twists and black pop", which is translated to a cheese roll up, cinamom twist and a pepsi - yes, Pepsi.
O is horribly spoiled. His older brothers hadn't even tasted a soda at his age...he asks for it daily.
Since it has been just me and O, I now know why only children can be so easily spoiled. It's so simple to only buy one treat, one book, one of everything! It's a lot cheaper than buying things in threes. I'll have to keep this in check before my sweet, easy going boy, becomes a big monster.
I love listening to his sweet little voice chattering away while he plays trains and pretends to be a conductor. Today, we had a conversation while eating lunch. I asked him why he wasn't eating his spaghettios...he infromed me that: "his mouf was broke", he told me: "it wasn't broked to talk or eat his butter bread". It was just broke to eat his other food!
He's such a sweet little boy, we miss our brothers horribly during the day...in fact, after a few hours O starts asking for them. It is nice to have the two of us alone all day though!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
On Saturday, we took a trip to tour the Henry Ford Estate...it's beyond gorgeous! My mind tends to wander and can only imagine what life must have been like in this mansion and on the beautiful sprawling acres. The man was a genius - pure and simple. He had a channel made that led to a boat dock under his house. He powered his house using the water from the Rouge River...not to mention that whole car thing he came up with....
Before we toured the estates and grounds (which by the way is free), we walked the nature trails at the U of M. The boys love doing this, especially since their daddy used to do it when he was a kid. They had fun spotting deer, chipmunks and other wildlife. I had fun, NOT freaking out when a snake slithered in front of me...I am not at all a girly girl and can be seen catching bugs FOR my boys, but something about snakes....EEEKKK! I loved this shot in the clearing.
We had a wonderful picnic lunch and I made another attempt at capturing some pics of the boys. I am still in awe of the fact that, I, Beth, get paid good money to take pictures of other peoples children. People are happy with the pictures I take....children smile, look sweet and are generally cooperative for these shoots. My children on the other hand...are not. I did get a few good shots - considering I took 550 pictures that day, a few were warranted.
It was a wonderful and relaxing time with the kids...except for the time that I actually stompped my foot in frustration - much like a 4 year old - because the kids wouldn't smile or look at me at the same time!
The curiosity that my boys show about the outdoors is so refreshing. S, loved looking at the uprooted trees, fallen limbs and rock bridges. M, loved looking for acorns to collect and had fun spotting chipmunks. O, just ran, tripped, and ran some more. He would not stop, despite our protests, touching each and ever leaf along the trail! Poison Ivy and Oak are no strangers in this "neck of the woods" and O didn't seem to care about it's possibly presence!
I am so blessed to be mommy to these boys and to share their lives with my husband!
Before we toured the estates and grounds (which by the way is free), we walked the nature trails at the U of M. The boys love doing this, especially since their daddy used to do it when he was a kid. They had fun spotting deer, chipmunks and other wildlife. I had fun, NOT freaking out when a snake slithered in front of me...I am not at all a girly girl and can be seen catching bugs FOR my boys, but something about snakes....EEEKKK! I loved this shot in the clearing.
We had a wonderful picnic lunch and I made another attempt at capturing some pics of the boys. I am still in awe of the fact that, I, Beth, get paid good money to take pictures of other peoples children. People are happy with the pictures I take....children smile, look sweet and are generally cooperative for these shoots. My children on the other hand...are not. I did get a few good shots - considering I took 550 pictures that day, a few were warranted.
It was a wonderful and relaxing time with the kids...except for the time that I actually stompped my foot in frustration - much like a 4 year old - because the kids wouldn't smile or look at me at the same time!
The curiosity that my boys show about the outdoors is so refreshing. S, loved looking at the uprooted trees, fallen limbs and rock bridges. M, loved looking for acorns to collect and had fun spotting chipmunks. O, just ran, tripped, and ran some more. He would not stop, despite our protests, touching each and ever leaf along the trail! Poison Ivy and Oak are no strangers in this "neck of the woods" and O didn't seem to care about it's possibly presence!
I am so blessed to be mommy to these boys and to share their lives with my husband!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Bumps and Bruises
What do you get when you take three hyper boys to dinner and let them all have chocolate milk....then you:
Buckle them in the van and drive to help move furniture for a few minutes - all while making boys sit in car seats...then you:
Allow them out, with several warnings and requests to calm down, for a brief moment while you take care of some things for your inlaws who are out of town....
You get:
Loud thud
Screaming
Blood
Brusies
Hiding child
Tattleing child
Crying child
Thankfully, the crying child was pacified with a spider man ice pack. He called his eye his: "spider eye", all night, while holding his ice pack on.
The tattleing child was calmed when he saw his little brother was ok, but was all too excited to tattle.
The hiding child was found, apologized, scolded and rescolded for: Throwing his youngest brother onto the chair. This act in and of itself is unacceptable, and he knows better, but he's a boy and boys rough house. The problem was O didn't stay on the chair, he bounced off, hit his other brother on the way down and landed face first into the carpet. To add insult to injury, he was wearing his glasses.
His eye was looking much better, until this morning. Less than 13 hours after his injury, the same place on his eye/head was injured again. This time, by his momma! I was babysitting (surprise), and went to help put him on the bench seat. I tripped over the high chair leg and bumped into O. This had a domino effect.
E spilled her food and O fell into what I thought was the bench. Unfortunately, I was wrong. He bumped that poor section of his head on the corner of the window ledge. He looked at me, with a bloody head/eye, and I immediately apologized and scooped him up.
We cleaned the wound and assesed and reassesed the situation. Does it need stitches, yes it needs stitches, it's such a small wound though... We called for reinforcement and had grandma, the stitch expert, come and take a look at it. Her assesment was: "Oh, that little thing. It's just a small puncture wound. It could use a stitch or two, but why put him through the trauma of stitches for such a small cut". I agreed and figured either way he'd scar...besides he's a boy and scars are cool right!?!? He could tell all his friends it's from the time he got in a fight with his big momma or something fun like that.
Buckle them in the van and drive to help move furniture for a few minutes - all while making boys sit in car seats...then you:
Allow them out, with several warnings and requests to calm down, for a brief moment while you take care of some things for your inlaws who are out of town....
You get:
Loud thud
Screaming
Blood
Brusies
Hiding child
Tattleing child
Crying child
Thankfully, the crying child was pacified with a spider man ice pack. He called his eye his: "spider eye", all night, while holding his ice pack on.
The tattleing child was calmed when he saw his little brother was ok, but was all too excited to tattle.
The hiding child was found, apologized, scolded and rescolded for: Throwing his youngest brother onto the chair. This act in and of itself is unacceptable, and he knows better, but he's a boy and boys rough house. The problem was O didn't stay on the chair, he bounced off, hit his other brother on the way down and landed face first into the carpet. To add insult to injury, he was wearing his glasses.
His eye was looking much better, until this morning. Less than 13 hours after his injury, the same place on his eye/head was injured again. This time, by his momma! I was babysitting (surprise), and went to help put him on the bench seat. I tripped over the high chair leg and bumped into O. This had a domino effect.
E spilled her food and O fell into what I thought was the bench. Unfortunately, I was wrong. He bumped that poor section of his head on the corner of the window ledge. He looked at me, with a bloody head/eye, and I immediately apologized and scooped him up.
We cleaned the wound and assesed and reassesed the situation. Does it need stitches, yes it needs stitches, it's such a small wound though... We called for reinforcement and had grandma, the stitch expert, come and take a look at it. Her assesment was: "Oh, that little thing. It's just a small puncture wound. It could use a stitch or two, but why put him through the trauma of stitches for such a small cut". I agreed and figured either way he'd scar...besides he's a boy and scars are cool right!?!? He could tell all his friends it's from the time he got in a fight with his big momma or something fun like that.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
All about O
"I can't see mine eyes mommy"...this was said to me while we were walking down a dark hallway.
He has also taken to naming his bowel movements and announcing the size of each one. Today, in fact, it was in the full mall bathroom.
O was so sad leaving his big brothers at school the other day! He cried and asked to stay with them. When I told him he couldn't stay, he begged for me to get them and bring them home.
His newest word: Nervous. Yes, nervous. My three year old has decided to start using the word, nervous. He also uses it in the right context!
His new favorite colors are black and blue. He only wants "black" things. Black doughnuts(chocolate), black Kool Aid (grape) or black suckers (root beer).
He has an obsession with: Diet Coke/Dr. Pepper and chocolate. He LOVES chocolate.
He is a fantastic puzzle builder.
He loves to "read" books too.
He has learned his name now. He sounds completely adoreable saying his full name! He also knows his brothers names!
When you ask him: "Whose boy are you?", his answer is ALWAYS, "Thomas" - as in the train. Not mommy or daddy, not even grandma or grandpa's boy. Thomas...sheesh.
He wants "twoof" of everything - which is two. We also drive a "lan" or van. I'll drive a "lan" if it gets better gas mileage!
He has also taken to naming his bowel movements and announcing the size of each one. Today, in fact, it was in the full mall bathroom.
O was so sad leaving his big brothers at school the other day! He cried and asked to stay with them. When I told him he couldn't stay, he begged for me to get them and bring them home.
His newest word: Nervous. Yes, nervous. My three year old has decided to start using the word, nervous. He also uses it in the right context!
His new favorite colors are black and blue. He only wants "black" things. Black doughnuts(chocolate), black Kool Aid (grape) or black suckers (root beer).
He has an obsession with: Diet Coke/Dr. Pepper and chocolate. He LOVES chocolate.
He is a fantastic puzzle builder.
He loves to "read" books too.
He has learned his name now. He sounds completely adoreable saying his full name! He also knows his brothers names!
When you ask him: "Whose boy are you?", his answer is ALWAYS, "Thomas" - as in the train. Not mommy or daddy, not even grandma or grandpa's boy. Thomas...sheesh.
He wants "twoof" of everything - which is two. We also drive a "lan" or van. I'll drive a "lan" if it gets better gas mileage!
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