An Old Story for TBT

I am the only girl in the house. I have my husband, a 6yr old, and a 3 yr old. My boys can drive me absolutely INSANE but at the same time they make me laugh each and every day.

The things my boys say and do are hilarious. The things they make me say and do tend to be more comical though. For example, last week I took them to the fall festival the daycare put together. (Husband was unable to make it due to work) so it was me vs. the two of them.

I lost.

Justin Bieber and “Let it Go” (Frozen) music created an instant migraine upon my arrival. We walked up to two jump castles and I immediately lost control. Both boys threw their shoes off and off they went. Do you think they stayed together? Of course not.

Let me back up about 10-15 mins. My younger son goes to the daycare full time and the older child just comes after school. When I arrived to pick them up I was given a large plastic bag with stickers and my son’s name all over it and somehow I ended up with my older son’s back pack. So back to the jump castles…

I am wearing my son’s backpack and I have both pairs of sneakers in the decorated plastic bag. I “bounce” back and forth between the two children on different jump castles trying to get them to play on the same one.

Eventually the younger son comes off and I put his shoes on. His friend sits down beside him and I end up tying her shoes as well. Then here comes his older brother…”come on! Let’s go play”

He sprints after him and flings off his shoes into the grass!

Trying not to show my frustration I put the sneakers in the bag and look over to see my boys running away from the jump castles. Thank you God!

Do they stay together? Of course not. One is grabbing a water bottle from a large cooler. (I hope these are for everyone) The younger one is over by the carnival games standing in front of a man holding a bright orange candy bowl. I end up holding the bottled water in the back pack after 2 sips from my wonderful child. He runs off after I took it off his hands and I drag myself over to the one getting candy. He has inspected every piece in the bowl but still struggles to make a decision as the line behind him gets longer and longer. “Come on! Just pick a piece and keep it moving” – finally he grabs a lollipop. Does he put it in the bag? Of course not! He stands there and takes 45 seconds to remove the paper and then starts the “I’m going to be a sticky mess in about 3 minutes” process. Lots of spit, sucking noises, crunches, etc.

I yelled for my other son to come see me about 4-5 times as he ran by me with his little friends and I’m becoming more and more frustrated every moment I’m at this festival.

Why did I come? I knew this was going to happen. To make a very long story short we ended up playing the carnival games and found ourselves on a mini fire truck hayride on the way out. Both boys were told they were grounded from “the phones”. What the heck?!?!? They don’t even have a phone or a job. Why do my boys have my iPhone so much? It’s mine. What happened to board games and Legos? They are here in the house and by that I mean all over the house. Little ninja weapons left out for mommy to get hurt with.

I have to get it right with these boys before it’s too late…

Disney Makes Me Cry

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When I became a mother I viewed things much differently. Every male child my son’s age or younger somehow became mine. Well, at least in the movies or on TV. If the character hurt I felt as if it was my own child and it broke my heart. Continue reading

Sneaky Mom

20160406_153503.jpgI admit it.

I snuck it under my sweatshirt so they wouldn’t see.

No. I didn’t share.

Yes. It was good.

Teleport To The Free Market

He was in a recliner. On one side was a giant stuffed gorilla and a gigantic fluffy dog on the other. He threw them violently to the floor but remained seated.

“This is nice. I like that this seat has cookies and lemonade. Now I have to swim. I’ll have to use my swimming suit.”

He brought the invisible cookie up to his mouth and began to chew the air. After eating the chocolate chip air cookie he crawled out onto the reclined foot rest. His weight pushed down the recliner causing the chair to fling back hitting my wall.

I continued to stare in his direction without saying a word. What is there to say? We were clearly in his fantasy world. It was 10:00 PM.

It’s been 38 minutes…he’s still up. Here’s a recap of what happens in just over 30 minutes.

“Mama, I’ve added more folders on your phone. Now we have room to put more games on there”.

He obviously doesn’t comprehend my lack of available storage space is unrelated to how the app icons are organized.

“How many games are you downloading?”

“10”

“Isn’t that excessive?”

“No.”

“Can I get this one? It’s on sale.”

“For sale as in…free? You know it has to say…F.R.E.E. Do you see those letters?”

“I think so.”

I glance at the phone and see it’s a game you have to get on Amazon Underground.

“No baby. That one isn’t free. It doesn’t even tell you how much it is.”

“Yes it is! You just have to go to the other market.”

“What market?”

“Ugghhhhh… look!” (points to the shopping cart) I’m just going to teleport over there. You’ll see…”

He clicks the link to open the other “market”.

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“NOOOOOO!! I saw of glimpse of $99 per year and went into flip mode. Seriously?!?!?! Just stop! Get a game out of the cloud that you already have or go to bed!”

He picks a version of Angry Birds in outer space.

“Wake me up when it’s done installing…nope never mind…my game is ready!!”

So…a couple of things we can conclude here:

  • I’m doing a terrible job parenting this evening.
  • I wish my husband was home. 3rd shift nights = mama & Aaron stay up too late
  • Aaron is SUPER smart…maybe too smart 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

14 Places To Hide Dirty Laundry!

I wonder what it’s like to do laundry in a home where all of the dirty clothes are in a designated location. I think it’s called a hamper. Maybe some people are more familiar with the term laundry basket.

Here in my family we like to play a little game called “Hide & Go Seek Laundry To Wash”! Continue reading

Daddy Is Better Than You

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Daddy’s Boy

Anyone have a mama’s boy? What about a daddy’s boy? Continue reading

Batman Infographic

I’ve come to the point in motherhood where my children are interested in things that my brain doesn’t want to comprehend. I get the basic super hero plots. I know who’s who in the Marvel world. Now my oldest is going through a Batman phase. Batman is from DC Comics…not Marvel.

I don’t like him.

He’s dark.

His movies are dark.

His video game is dark.

It’s always raining.

It’s always nighttime.

I want him to go away. Continue reading

When I Grow Up

Isaiah: when I grow up I’m going to do what you’re doing for a living. Continue reading

Top 10 Reasons My Kids Won’t Let Me Use The Bathroom

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Motherhood = NO Privacy!

Prior to having children I could use the restroom by myself. Seems like a simple thing that many women take for granted. Over the last eight years I have adjusted to the fact that there is no private time as mother. So that being said here’s my top 10 list of reasons my children barged in on me in the bathroom… Continue reading