Royalty

My kids don't know it, but they get treated like royalty. They get the highest treatment! Their food is made for them and brought to them. In some cases it is even fed to them, at least in E's case this is true. Someone changes their messed pants or for A, he gets rewarded for having a bowel movement. I don't get rewarded for that! I just get the satisfaction of losing the urge to pee or more.

yay for stickers!

They get tucked in. They get carried. They get everything and anything they need. And they especially get Kingly hats!

And all in all they just have to sit around and enjoy life since they are the 'bosses' after all. 

A reminds me of this fact nearly every hour of every day.
He'll stand on his throne of cheerios and point to me:"You tum here now Mommy." 

Me, annoyed because he's said it again: "I don't think so, you don't talk to me like that."

A has apparently forgotten his punishment from the last time he tried this stunt and replies sharply: "Tum here!!"

Me giving him one more chance: "Excuse me, you are not the boss around here."

A still not getting it: "NO!"

And the wrath of Mommy falls on his head. Its a beautiful cycle. And I still love my boys and I still think they really do run the place. But I'm not going to tell THEM that.

Sold to the lady for $150. To his partner on the stand: Why would anyone pay that much for poop?

just in case you were all wondering.... that poop mess ended up costing us a little over $150. About $50 to try and treat it ourselves! and then once that was obviously not working we hired a professional. So some poor helpless man had to come over and clean up the feces on the floor as he politely put it. And that of course put us out about $100. . .  I knew kids would be expensive, BUT I did not know this was going to be apart of those type of expenses. Our carpet is like new now! No lasting odor, no unsightly stain, it is perfectly fresh! Now if we can just move out of here before some other catastrophe knocks at our door!

If you're prone to have bad luck follow you, you're not invited to come over!

Love all around

I don't miss a lot in my family. I'm usually home all the time, but now that I go to school in evenings I miss things. :(  Last Tuesday I missed this:

 My boys loving each other up rather than abusing each other! E was done much sooner than A it looks like. But still! PROOF!! They do love each other!

Either that or they just love hugs and they don't care from whom.

Unbelievable.... why me!!!!

A travesty of epic proportions has occurred tonight. A catastrophe so heinous it had to be chronicled in black and white. The phrase Sh!* happens rings SO true to Daddy M and I tonight. What is this disaster you may be wondering? It is a very simple disaster to recreate: You take an almost three year old boy, give him his own big boy undies and then teach him to poop in the toilet or else! You instill the fear of the wrath of Mommy and Daddy in his soul if he doesn't make it to the toilet in time. . . and then you let him loose in your home!

AAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHH!!!!!!

 Let me repeat myself...

WWWWHHHHHYYYYY MEEEE!?!?!

Now that I have you all scratching your heads wondering exactly what the big deal is. I mean I just told you that our son's potty trained. (I use those words generously) I just told you he's scared of getting in trouble when he pees his pants or sometimes poops them,  naturally he would not want to get in trouble and may want to clean up his mess without our help. So if you're intelligent people and I have faith that you are. Then you should be able to deduce that that is indeed POOP smeared ALL over MY floor! NOT just on my floor, but my CaRpEt!! It gets better- this is only his bedroom. He made it all the way out the door, into our upstairs hallway, over to the stairs and down the entire flight of stairs before Daddy M saw his poop slippers and shrieked at him NOT TO MOVE!! 

I do believe we stood there in awe for about a minute until the fullness of what had just happened under our noses sank in. It sank slowly in like the stench of A's poo into our carpet.

So. . . like any independent adult, M threw our child into the shower and called our Mommies! They gave us the wonderful idea of using baking soda to soak up the smell and agreed with the suggestion that we get a carpet cleaner in ASAP. Considering that it is 11 o'clock at night, we decided to let that go until the morning. E was evacuated from the massacred room and sent to a safer haven. Much to his displeasure; I'm beginning to wonder if he liked the smell and didn't want to leave it. . . . *pondering* highly doubtful! I am sure his nasty mood came from the sudden startle as M and I shrieked in horror at the slaughtered carpet. We finally settled him in his crib and began the Baking Soda Project.

 An effort tantamount to the Boston Tea Party Massacre and equally deserving in capital lettering now! If you dare, M recorded the mess for future leverage use. You cannot see the poop in the hallway properly, but I assure you it is like a minefield out there! If I had a nasty smoking habit, this would be a good time to say, "Boy I need a smoke."

Is thad a doste??

Salute to the bread lovers of the world E!

This picture at first glance probably seems very strange. You're probably thinking... ok, cool, your son can et food. Big woop. BUT what you don't see is he is cutting his very own meatball for the first time and he was successful! His first time cutting ANYTHING and actually achieving the goal of it getting cut.

The next two photos are just to prove E loves food. Very Kunz and Allen of him I must say. No wonder he loves food so much, his genetic makeup won't let him hate it!

Well at least until he realizes he can be picky. . . 

As you can see, we had a lovely evening this last weekend with the W family, Aunt Cor... and GGPa. They let us come and munch on their food, lounge on their couches, play with their dogs and take pictures of ourselves with their cameras!! *A is looking at the picture asking me, "Is thad a doste?" (Ghost)* As of late he's had some strange obsession with ghosts, so we talk about them all the time.

Ethan was especially taking advantage of Corinne's willingness to hold him. Its much easier to find a lap at someone else's house rather than your own. Especially since the only suitable lap walking around at home, is Mommy's.

I'm sad this one is blurry. Ayden crawled back here where Duke's doggy bed is gave him some loving, wanted or not wanted, Duke got it.

We have your hat

Grandpa! Look what we found!

If you want your hat back you're going to have to come get it! Or maybe we'll have to come get you in Boise.

I think someone's brain may have died

I don't have a picture of this event. The moment just did not permit it. They boys and I were heading out to go visit some family. I opened both doors and shuffled them into the car and then shut the doors. I ran back inside to collect a few things and come back out. As I was stepping out the front door, I see Ethan's cute little head sticking out of the window that Ayden must have rolled down. At the exact same instant, I see the window start to roll up, WITH Ethan's head still outside. I screamed Ayden's name probably three times!! The neighbors must have thought a child was being murdered somewhere. I ran over to roll the window down off Ethan's neck. And the only thing Ethan does is look at me quizzically, wondering what all the fuss is about. My screeching has scared Ayden badly enough that he stopped rolling the window up at just the right time. No suffocating 1 year old today. Ayden actually began to roll the window back down, helping his brother get his head back in before I even made it to the car. I'm just glad nothing happened. That could have been a lot worse than it was. I'll remember this Ayden. There will be a story some day about you trying to roll your brothers' head up in car window. We'll say you tried to kill him, because I bet the thought WAS there.... juuuuuust a little.