Why Kids are Like Puppies

Why Kids Are Like Puppies

1. When you're eating a delicious meal they beg. Sometimes when you turn away they sneak food off of your plate.

2. They both will pee on your rug at some point in their lives.

3. They sit at the door and beg to go out.

4. Occasionally they whimper during the night.

5. They tear up important things like bills or uncashed checks if left within their reach.

6. When they want something they look at you with big puppy dog eyes and you succumb to their power and give in.

7. They want to sit in your lap at all times.

8. The often lick your face.

9. Sometimes you have to walk them even if it's 30 degrees outside. One might just need to go potty, but the other might have croup and you do it because you love them both.

10. Sometimes they smell weird.

11. You will get covered in water when you bathe either of them.

12. They get excited if someone comes to the door.

13. They both get time outs.

14. They both learn the same commands, "Sit!" "Lay Down!" "Roll over (and go to sleep)" They also know the words, bite bite, outside, bye bye, and bath time.

15. When they're asleep you can't help but to pet their heads.

Little Spooks

Halloween is over. I couldn't wait to take down my decor. Mainly because I put them up on September 1st and well I was getting tired of the same thing. Granted my pumpkins are still out because I leave them out for Thanksgiving, but I'm kind of getting tired of those too..... So I'm going to wait until after Thanksgiving like a normal person before I put out Christmas decor so I can actually enjoy it all without hating the junk before the actual holiday. But really that has nothing to do with this post so.....

We had a great time trick or treating Monday night. We and a group of our friends met at my brother in law and sister in laws house to take out our little spooks. Living on a farm doesn't make for a good trick or treat time. Unless you like walking half a mile to your neighbors house and constantly checking to make sure a coyote isn't luring in the fields as you pass. So we packed up and headed to their place where all the houses are right there together so you get more candy without leg cramps and having to catch your breath before you ring the doorbell.

We had Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Spiderman, Mario, the Hulk, a monkey, and a bumblebee with us. Slaten is the oldest of the group and being as he's only 4 you can only imagine how adventurous that was. We started on our way to the first house. All the little tykes ran up to the door. Several shoves to be the first to ring the bell and then a loud "TRICK OR TREAT" followed by the group rushing in the door. Okay, so we didn't quite explain the idea to them too well. After a retrieval and a quick pep talk on what trick or treating was all about we were back on our way.

We were doing good, making good time, then we hear crying. Bumblebee down! She got a few kisses from mommy and we were back on our way. Next house Bumblebee almost caught on fire by someones fire pit! Bumblebee's wings are inspected and we're good to go. We made it to the last house on the street and the kids rush to the door. A nice older man opens the door. He's standing there in his shorts. He happened to have a prosthetic leg. Mario reached out and gave his leg a nice little pet. The kids were in awe, we were slightly mortified. The man seemed not to mind. Another pep talk about not petting people are we were on our way again.

Bumblebee tripped over a flower bed and fell again. Someone stepped on Darth Vader's cape and had to face the rage of an angry 4 year old. A man in a Mike Meyer's outfit followed us for a bit. The kid's didn't seem to care, though some of the parents were a little unnerved. Okay weirdo, we're not at a haunted house. The monkey and Hulk got tired so they headed back to the house. The others pressed on. Luke Skywalker was the next to back down and shortly after the rest were ready to get into their loot so they headed back.

We made it. Halloween night was over. All the kids ended it with a sugar high and us parents were just thankful that everyone made it through without crying and fighting. I'm so thankful to have our amazing friends and seeing our kids grow up together like most of us have is really quite awesome. So here's to many more Halloween's guys! I'm loving these memories!

 

Scary Movie Lessons

 Things I have learned from Scary Movies

1. When there is a killer in your house always run upstairs. I'm not sure what is up there that is going to protect me, but the person who runs upstairs always seems to survive in the end. I don't know what I'm going to do seeing as we live in a one level house.... Maybe a ladder to the roof?

2. If you see a creepy hotel that seems vacant it is probably because there is a killer inside. I suggest sleeping in your car.

3. A movie with the title The Peanut Butter Solution will scar your children for life. I can't remember what this movie was about, but there is a little boy who loses his hair because he goes into a scary abandoned house and he decides to use the Peanut Butter Solution to grow it back. I'm not even sure if that's an accurate description of the movie, but in my little kid mind that's how it went down.

4. Sometimes clowns come through your drain in the bathtub. Another reason to leave those clogs.

5. Sparkly Vampires are not scary, but if you see Blade coming you might want to check behind you.

6. If a little kid creeps you out it is because he is possessed. I probably wouldn't accept babysitting offers from their parents.

7. If you wake up chained in a bathroom things probably aren't going to end well for you. Not to mention how unsanitary that is... Lysol anyone?

8. If you go out into the woods to hunt down a witch your nose is going to run really, really bad so take plenty of Kleenex.

9. Using a Ouija board brings about evil. I don't recommend it unless you have a priest next door.

10.If your TV set turns on automatically and there is white static you should just unplug it because a freaky wet girl will come through and ruin your Persian rug.

Score!

Slaten has one more soccer game left. We have had such a blast watching his little team kick some serious preschool booty all over the soccer field this year. His team only has 4 players. Two boys and two girls. The last game he played went a little something like this:

 We have one little powerhouse named "T" who is 5 years old. She is the go to girl. All of the children know this so of course they try to get her the ball every time. T runs that ball straight for the goal every single time she gets her feet on it. All of us parents were just floored at how awesome she was doing during this game. She ended up scoring 10 goals. As a matter of fact all 4 of the kids scored a goal that night. The other boy "A" scored 2 or 3. The other little girl "L" scored her first goal of the season as did our very own Slaten.

 It was an intense moment in the game. All of the little tykes were down the field fighting for possession of the ball. Feet were kicking all over the place. One little body fell down, some others tripped over her and tumbled down too. Everyone scrambled to get back up. It was on! They ran up the field, down the field, to the side, "oh look a bird", focus came back to the game, they ran some more. Finally they all ended up at the end of the field near the goal. One of our team players had the ball. They started up the field. Feet were kicking, kicking, and Slaten blasted through the pack with the ball. He dribbled it as fast as he could straight to the goal. He kicked. IT'S GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!

  Everyone clapped and cheered! Including the other team! They were just as excited because........ Slaten has just scored a goal for their team....... He was so ecstatic. He got high fives from both teams and the smile on his face was enough for me to be elated that my little boy, the soccer star, had scored his first goal in a game. So watch out David Beckham there's a new kid in town. Granted he might just score for your team, but boy is he good.

Hey check out the Follower Fest going on over here. It's pretty much amazing.

Rub a Dub Dub, Momma in the tub.

  I very much look forward to the day when I am able to take a shower in peace.

A day when I don't feel like I have to look over my shoulder.

A day when I'm not afraid to close my eyes.

When I don't fear that the shower curtain will open and

  I will see a peeping tom looking in at me. 

When I don't have little hands reaching in and pinching my legs, 

when I can shave and not have to dodge flying hot wheels.

A day when someone doesn't flush the toilet and send me scurrying into the corner to avoid the hot, scalding water. 

A day when I don't say the phrases, "Please get your mouth off of the toilet", or "Get my toothbrush out of your ear!"

A day when little hands don't sneak in when I'm not looking and turn the cold water on full blast. 

A day when I can close my eyes to wash my face instead of opening them suddenly to make sure I'm alone and getting soapy, burning face wash in my eyes.

A day when I don't hear breaking glass and smell strong flowery perfume.

A day when I don't have to fear that chemicals are being ingested or poured out all over the floor.

A day when all of the towels remain in the cabinet for once.

When I can step out of the shower without having an audience. 

Oh to have a relaxing shower alone. I long for those days.

Until then I guess I will have to get use to being on display and

eventually you get use to the burning, soapy eyes.... I just need to keep practicing.

Argument

Sweet Husband and I got in to an argument the other day.

While most couples argue about important things such as

money, the children, what school district to live in... we argue about much, much more 

important things.

 Sweet husband walked in the door Tuesday afternoon after a hard days work. He hurt his finger at work and had to do a lot of hard manual labor. On top of that he has an allergy mess going on that he lets me know about every 5 to 10 minutes. I had a hard day of moving furniture, touching up paint, moving all of Cullen's clothes into his new room, cleaning out Slaten's closet and taking all the toys and separating them into their new spots in the playroom. I cooked the kids lunch. Dusted and vacuumed the majority of the house. Threw a load in the wash and did the dishes. I kissed boo boos and filled sippy cups 26 times. Held a crying toddler during a tantrum or two. Needless to say.... I did a whole lot.

 So Sweet Husband mentioned that the grass needed to be mowed. Well we all know who does that job..... ME. But Sweet Husband decided he wanted to do it. Then the argument began. 


I'll mow the grass today.

Um, excuse me? I'm sorry I don't think I heard you quite right. Hang on let me set this crying toddler down. You said you were going to get the mower out so I can mow the grass today, correct?

No, I said I was going to mow today. I had a hard day at work and I just want to sit and mow. You know, do some good ole manly yard work. *Side glances at toddler with snot running out of his nose and hand covered in an unknown substance*


But I need the break! You have to let me mow. I mean look at them. I've been with them all day and if I don't get some alone time soon you know my eye will start to twitch. Come on! *Side glances at toddler who is now making an escape because he has figured out how to open the front porch gate.*


Besides you got to sit in quiet and ride home from work. That constitutes as a break! Come on. Hand me the keys. *Reaches out to grab keys*


Well, I'll just start it and then you can finish. *Takes off running to the barn as I say "BUT"*










I sat on the porch and watched him mow. The children were crying because they weren't allowed to run out in front of the mower and I swapped up between pouty face and scowl each time he passed by. He didn't take the hint. He just waved. Eventually I just went and stood in the yard until he got off the mower and then it was my turn! I'm not sure what I'm going to do when the grass stops growing. I guess I'll have to find another "chore" to allow me a break. Maybe I should try my hand at chopping firewood......

Painters Anonymous

I really love to paint....

when I'm not painting that is. 

 I don't know why I do this to myself. I get an idea in my head and then I have to execute it immediately. I refuse to do anything else until my project is complete and well buddy if you're hungry stand in line, so are the children. 

 I recently decided that it would be good to have both boys in one room. That way we could use Cullen's room as a playroom and my living room could be clear of clutter. So in order to make all of this possible I had to repaint Slaten's room. Yes, I HAD to. The furniture refuses to move in until it is all done. If it were up to me I would have moved him in already, but hey the furniture does what it wants to. Okay, lame excuse. It's my fault. I wanted to redo the room. The furniture is actually excited about the move. But moving one child in with another  isn't that simple to me. First I had to mud the strips up in his room, then I had to paint the trim, then I had to sand the walls (which resulted in a dust filled nose and a child covered from head to toe in white powder *No, officer that isn't what you think it is, I promise*), then I had to paint the room 2 wonderful coats of dark grey. It looks fantastic.

 "Dark grey?" You ask. "Doesn't that feel like a dungeon?" Yes, see I have a theory. If you paint the room darker and put up black curtains they will think 

A) that it is night time sooner 

B) that it is still night time, even though it is 8:30 AM and 

C) this room is nice and cozy I want to stay in here as long as I can. We shall test my theory this weekend.. 

 I'm thinking the move will be good for them. Slaten already wants to share his bed with his brother (though I fear he'll smother him with his millions of babies, hence the reason for his own bed) so I'm hoping this will help them both to sleep through the night all the time. Shh don't crush my hopes you nay-Sayers. Now I must go back to painting their furniture. I told you... I can't just paint a room. I'm painting it a lovely shade of Red. Which coincidentally looks a lot like blood if it comes in contact with your skin. I should have noticed this before I left the house earlier. I think it wigged the drive thru girl out when she realized we bumped hands... Oh well, can't win them all.