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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Monday, May 24, 2010

Dead leg

I have no picture of this. But hopefully I can paint a well enough picture in your mind. I am currently sitting upstairs on the floor of my bedroom with my legs outstretched. Naturally enough, this sight to my kids means huge playground! A started it by sitting on both of my legs and bouncing himself on them. I played along and started to bounce him. E saw the fun and joined in. Within seconds I was the miniature earthquake that both of them tried to fall off of. They'd hurry and sit on my legs and then wait for me to bounce my legs. After a few bounces both of them would purposely try to fall off. E eventually lost interest and A only became more adventurous with all the possible ways he could play with my legs. Trying to stand on my feet and not fall off. Hopping between my legs without landing on them. And of course the running at me and jumping and then attempting to land with his knees on the outside of my two legs, which are pressed together. This one I wasn't expecting and got a 3 year olds' knee in my thigh!!!

He jumped up looking very concerned. Not wanting to scare him by showing how much he hurt me, I asked him to kiss my thigh better and say sorry. Thrilled that he could make things better he rushed to kiss my leg, slipped and fell once again, this time with his heel on the SAME bloody thigh!!!

OH MY GOSH A!!! seriously dude. Just kiss my leg and get out of here! (There was no yelling of this sort involved. I just felt like yelling and giving him a dead leg!)

In the end he finally kissed my leg, convinced it was all better now, while I, now sit here unable to move because my leg.... has died.

1 comment:

Sheri said...

Sorry to be laughing at your pain but... that is seriously funn!!! I love it.