Boys Boys Boys. . .

~Sept, 2012
We had some visitors over and of course A and E were bouncing off the walls. Head butting their legs, jumping on their back and freaking out. So I chucked them both in the kitchen and told them, "You are out of control." Angrily A turns to me, hands on his hips and snaps, "No Mom! YOU are out of control!"

~Aug. 2012
A comes up to me and tells me very officially, "Mom, I'm smarter than you. I'm not smarter than Dad, but I am smarter than you."

~July 4th, 2012
A and E were wrestling today and it was A's day. He was doing really good keeping his little brother subdued, although E put up a pretty good fight. Once they were finished, Daddy and I told E he did a really good job! He looked over at Daddy M angrily from the floor and said, "No, I din not!!" he flailed his arms on the ground and continued, "He's still alive!"

~June 2012
E and A were playing T-ball today with A's new gear. I of course laid down the rules. No hitting anyone with the bat. No swinging at the ball until every body and body part is clear. Simple enough. Not 5 minutes into it, I hear a blood curdling scream from A. E runs inside, eyes big, and says, "I din'n know what I was doing!" Big brother had a pretty good goose egg on his head.

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

My version of the Sunday funnies

If I really wanted to. I'm sure I could I write about every day of my life and all about the strange things that seem to happen EVERY day. That's what I get for having two very little boys--and one in particular who is learning how to do everything by himself.
Exciting news first, A has finally graduated from his crib to his toddler bed! I can honestly say I'm surprised at how well he transitioned. He seems to be under the impression that if there is a bar there he cannot get out of his crib or in this case his big boy bed. I would have assumed that since he is much much close to the floor and there is only one bar on one side of his bed, that he would climb out when he wakes up and play. This is definitely not the case- I got up this morning to get him and he was sitting in his bed, waiting to be picked up.
I wish this was how the rest of the day would have panned out for me, easy and frankly--boring. This morning, I got A out of bed and went downstairs with him. The rest of the house was still sleeping by this time and I wanted to get a little more rest, but still be close enough to hear A. About 15 minutes later I got up and found A destroying the cake I had made the night before. He has it all over the cupboards, the chair, floor, himself and the counter. The photo does not do justice to the horror I had to see. Lucky for me, I had not put the frosting on the cake yet or I would have had an even more disastrous mess on my hands. The most tragic part of this is I now do not get to enjoy even one regular bite. I'll have to suck all the little crumbs through a straw in order to get anything!
I think A feels much more at home in a pig stigh than in a clean house-- because as I am speaking... er typing, he is throwing oranges past my head. And yes I did turn around to see what he was doing only to find him without his shirt on... I don't know what happened to it. He's rubbed oranges all over his belly, hair, ears, hands and toes. How he managed to get oranges between his toes is completely beyond me, but there you have it. We've been home from church for one hour and he's already made a mess.

At least he looked studly before we left. :)

1 comment:

Amber said...

What a cute picture. But don't you mean, you have 3 little boys?