Saying I Love You

I read an article on how to deal with toddlers.  One very useful piece of advice that I took from this article is to listen to you kids and they do say "I love you."    The author stated that kids act out often when they are in a comfortable environment (like when they are home with momma).   Toddlers often test their boundaries  (meaning behaving like devils)  only with those they trust the most.

I then read an article on parenting.   Sometimes, it said, leaving your kids alone is the best parenting you can do.   Sometimes ignoring your kids a little and giving them room is the best way to love and nurture them.

Lets just say today that the boys and I both said "I love you"  A LOT today.

Trains, Police Cars, and Minivans.

The laughter somedays does not end.   Sometimes the laughter comes from pure joy.  Other days it comes from frustration.

Pure Joy.

Adam sitting at the kitchen table in just his underwear.   Adam farts.   Adam states "Choo Choo Trains coming out of my butt."

Frustration.

The three of us on our way home from a long day at daycare/work.    It is later than usual.    The boys are really hungry.  So am I.    To the drive thru we go.   Cheeseburgers all around.    Of course things are dropped milk is spilled.   Screams begin.  I am in the middle of a pounding headache.  I would like caffeine  injected into my veins.  

The screams and demands are not stopping.  If I was 3 I would be screaming too. Heck, I am 31 and I would like to lay on the floor and cry.   Well I do the ultimate parent thing.  I PULL OVER THE CAR. I am half way in the back seat.  This means my backseat is sticking up in the front seat.  

Then I notice As I am picking up milk lids and half eaten cheeseburgers, there is a police car approaching with lights on.   He pulls up next to me (and my big back side sticking in the air). "Is everything alright ma'am?  (now I feel old and embarrassed)

The boys were ecstatic.  " Police car!  Police car!   He's talking to mommy!"

"No, Officer, we are fine.  Just a three-year-old burger emergency"

"Okay, I was just checking"  He replied with a smile.  I think he was a dad by the understanding look in his eyes.

The rest of the ride home was nice.  The boys were happy with their cheeseburgers, and I think they think that officers are there to make sure that mommies get cheeseburgers for kids.  

Phobias

I must admit I do have a phobia.  I have a sameness phobia.  I am afraid of things not changing.  I am not unhappy at any given point, I just don't like being at the point very long.   I have not found the medical term for this but I did find one I wish I knew how to pronounce...


Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words.

A Brown Car and A Blue Truck

I could not be more proud.    Adam and Nathan had their first chance to tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas.    Adam went first and stated that he wanted a baby brown car.    Nathan stated that he wanted a big brown truck.    As you can see by my face I am in awe at how well they could articulate their wishes to the big guy.   They did explain to me that they did not want to sit on his lap, because he was scary.   We did high fives, and I am so proud.

I learned after the fact that at daycare they got to decorate stockings with pictures of things they wanted for christmas and....sure enough on Adam's was a little blue sports car and on Nathan's was a big brown truck.   How cool is that?  I sure hope Santa was paying attention.

I don't know who is more excited for this Christmas but it has to be a toss up between me and Steve.  We are biting at the bit to see their faces and hear their giggles.

Festival of Lights.

The boys are so sick of taking pictures... standing still stinks...

Ellie, Audrey, Adam, and Nathan hugging to pass time before the parade.  (I swear Adam is in there somewhere)

Token picture of Adam to keep things even.

Much Delayed Halloween Pictures.

My little Dragons.

Patiently waiting to go get candy.

The Dragon Duo.

A Moment by the Super Cool Pumpkin with Clayton and Kaya

Hot Chocolate to warm the cold Dragons.

More Poop Stories.

We are potty training.  It is hit or miss (literally).    We have some great laughs.   I take a lot of deep breaths.   All in all they are doing pretty well, except when it comes to nap time.

Today they did not go down for a nap.  They got oh so quiet.  I thought that we were close to having  a successful  nap.  Then the laughing started.   It sounded  a little evil.  I tried to ignore it.  Then I walked up the stairs.

I swear as I came up the stairs they started to whisper to each other.  I walked in and I saw two naked boys staring at me.  I smelled poop.  WHO POOPED?  WHERE IS YOUR POOP?

Nathan "I Pooped"  "Adam took it"
Adam "I Put it in here"  (POINTING TO THE AIR VENT)

I remove the cover , and like any brave mom who has touched worse, I  picked out the terds.

DO NOT PUT YOUR POOP IN HERE.  POOP GOES IN THE POTTY.

Nathan "Underwear all clean"

Yes Nathan your underwear is clean, BUT DO NOT PUT YOUR POOP IN HERE.

They giggle and run naked down the steps.   I go to get the clorox wipes....

Another day, another poop story.