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, October 8, 2012


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Tuesday, October 2, 2012


I don't know if it's the hormones still raging inside of me or a bad piece of chocolate cake, but I have a little confession to make. I wish my two older kids could go on a vacation for six weeks while I'm on maternity leave. I want to have time with just myself, the baby and my husband. Is that awful? Or normal?? Because I honestly don't know. It's just that everything they do right now makes me want to kick them out of the house and stuff them in a dog kennel in our backyard. It's not like my older boys have become jealous monsters or anything, they're just doing what they always do: play, wrestle, fight, get all up in my face, make messes, and act cute- BUT, for whatever insane reason. . . it's really tweaking all of my irritation buttons I have.

*For those of you out there horrified that I just said I would stick my kids in a dog kennel, I want you to know I do not have a dog kennel or a dog.... AND I'm not mean spirited enough to actually do that. And quite frankly, if I did, my kids would just think it was a game and probably love it.*

I could get all therapeutic on my buh-hind and think about why I might be feeling this way. My best guess? It's because my 5 and 3 year old are reminding me that time doesn't stand still. This precious new little miracle in our family isn't going to stay this small forever.... and right now, I want time to freeze, I want him to stay like this forever.

Call me a bad person, but who wants to borrow a 3 and 5 year old for about a month??