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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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Rough Night

That's what E and I had tonight. 

Putting someone to bed. Sounds simple enough, right? Well.... it's really not. As I write, I can hear my 3 year old blatantly disobeying me and sneaking around downstairs in the kitchen. You might be thinking... awwww, that's so cute. If you are.... stop it now! It's not cute. It's aggravating. (But I still love you if you thought that! Ü) Especially when the only real time you have to yourself is after they go to bed. And then, because they're too little, they don't understand that you need your time too. So... they get out of bed and when they hear you coming- unaware that you're fuming mad- they run back to their own bed, giggling. Yes, yes, yes... I know I deserve this. I am sure my parents had many frustrating nights when I couldn't seem to just listen and go to bed so they could sit in quiet and read or watch their show or finally take that shower they've been waiting for all day.

Believe it or not, the giggling and running back to bed, while I think of a new way to get through to them that they need to go to bed when I put them to bed... is not what this post is about. It's about E and what he found.

Desitin, bloody... DESITIN! Oh my gosh, I am sure the look on my face when I walked into the room to make sure he was in bed, must have been priceless. I walked in, saw him climbing back into bed- which was annoying in of itself- but then when he turned around and looked like someone had punched his eye and instead of a black eye; he got a white eye, I did a fancy little double take. And then the flashbacks began. Vaseline. (said whimsically) From another son, not much older than E is now. It is sad to say I did not learn my lesson.

I even had the chance to get it out of the room before the real disaster hit! Only 1/2 hour earlier I saw him playing with the Desitin and instead of vigilantly looking for it, I just put him to bed, assuming it was lost. Little did I know, that HE had it! The little bugger had hidden it somewhere! And now I bring you.

The Desitin Disaster.

Sorry for those of you that didn't get to view the video. The boys' names were in them and I wanted to remove them asap. :)

My night with him after I had him show me where the cream was, it was hidden in his bed, which you can actually see in the video, was eventful. It was full of multiple hair washes. Lots of crying. Lots of fighting with the slippery little boy. Trying to keep the dog out of the tub while I washed his hair. And then of course locating and eliminating any other Desitin effected areas in the room. Which meant the floor and some of his bedframe.

One cool thing about Desitin is that it works as an excellent hair gel! Which is probably what he thought it was to be honest. He likes to watch me use my hair stuff and sometimes I'll put it on him and the boys. Maybe he just thought it was his own personal hair cream. I tried to ask him what his thought process was and why he had to rub the cream all over his head, and the only response I got was some sad little staring eyes at me as I held him tight in his bath towel. This little boy, even when he's in the biggest trouble, can just make my heart melt.


BA said...

I'm still laughing. I sure love you and the boys. At least E will have no rashes on his face for awhile. :)

Sheri said...

Sorry to say... but YES!! Every child deserves to be a parent for this reason alone!!
My time... ha ha... what does that mean and no kid cares that you have worked all day, went to school all day, played with them all day, they don't care... they want every last drop of your time!! I have to admit E is too cute for words and his little voice saying bye... is sweet. Your night was much more entertaing doing a bath and clean up ritual than any movie, book or nap. RIGHT??
We loved the movie