Sunday has become my favorite day of the week. The mornings usually start off slow and relatively quiet...which is rare for here. It gives us time to sort of ease into the day.
Josh and Dylan leave early for Josh to work out and Dylan to go to Sunday school. Mason just plays around quietly (another rare moment) and Will dozes in and out of sleep in his bouncy seat.
Then Josh returns home with Dylan and the day officially begins for us. It is always a nice day though. No plans. We all hang out at home together.
Today Mason has a cold though. Poor guy. He feels miserable and can not quite get why we do not want him touching the baby. We should of never told him that in the first place or he would not continue to try to do so. We should of told him to touch the baby. Then he would not of even gone near him.
Well it is time for me to get ready to begin another lovely Sunday!!!!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Ready for Warm weather
I awoke this morning to Dylan and Mason already wrestling on the living room rug. 7 am and they were already going at it. That is when I remembered that Dylan had no school today. That is also when I knew what a long day I had ahead of me. If this early they are already wrestling .... I did not even want to know what was in store for the rest of the day.
Well I was right......there was kicking and hitting and toys thrown. There was yelling and screaming and there was crying.. I think that may of been me.
Not sure what the deal is with them two lately but if they are in a room and bored they just harass eachother. If it is not one it is the other. We are def. going to get his figured out before Summer.
So I am ready for he warm weather when I get let them just go out back and run off that boyish energy that they seem to be overflowing with. Maybe then they can act civilized to eachother for atleast a few moments of the day. =-)
Well I was right......there was kicking and hitting and toys thrown. There was yelling and screaming and there was crying.. I think that may of been me.
Not sure what the deal is with them two lately but if they are in a room and bored they just harass eachother. If it is not one it is the other. We are def. going to get his figured out before Summer.
So I am ready for he warm weather when I get let them just go out back and run off that boyish energy that they seem to be overflowing with. Maybe then they can act civilized to eachother for atleast a few moments of the day. =-)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Mason
Mason had his three year check up today.
Over all it went pretty well.
He is 35 inches tall and weighs 29 pounds.
He was actually a perfect little gentleman the whole visit at the doctors. Well right up until she asked him
if he still takes naps and he let her know that he hates naps. He also told her he hates brown milk and
that sometimes he pees his pants. ahhh gotta love kids.
Over all it went pretty well.
He is 35 inches tall and weighs 29 pounds.
He was actually a perfect little gentleman the whole visit at the doctors. Well right up until she asked him
if he still takes naps and he let her know that he hates naps. He also told her he hates brown milk and
that sometimes he pees his pants. ahhh gotta love kids.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
THE BIKE
Well we have known for a while now that Dylan is not good with anything with wheels.
It started first with the skateboard incident.
I was in the kitchen making supper. It seemed like the usual night. Mason was chasing the cat with some object that he probably should not of had in the first place. Josh was outback and Dylan was out front with the skateboard. Keep in mind I had no idea he had the skateboard even out of the shed. ( I know bad mother right!) Anyway... I looked up just in time to see him running full speed across the tar driveway. I thought to myself oh my goodness he is going to jump on the skateboard. No helmet no pads..just 48 pounds of skin and bones. So I sprinted to the window and banged on it. TOO LATE. He jumped onto the skateboard at full speed. His skateboard went one way ...unfortunately not the same way as his body. He landed on the ground with a thud. I raced out the door to his side. I said DYLAN what were you thinking. He looked up at me and said. That is what they do on TV..........................................
So I guess when Dylan thought riding his bike up the road was something he was ready to do. I should of known it was a bad idea. We told him before we could let him do that he had to do a driveway test. This meaning that he had to be able to ride around the driveway and be able to be sturdy and keep himself up. I told him I would come out and watch him before making a decision. Keep in mind we live on a dead end dirt road and there is only one other neighbor past us. It is a pretty safe area. None the less. I wanted to make sure he was ready for the challenge.
So once again I am back to the skateboard moment ....... I am sitting here watching him in the window practice riding his bike so he could show us he was ready. Well him telling me he had to practice should of been the first clue that he was not ready.
He ran......jumped on his bike did two pedals wobbled once...wobbled twice... Hit the van... still stayed going.(gotta give him a little credit for that)..took out the wooden post, Lost a boot and then proceeded to smash into the snow bank. Needless to say Dyl will NOT be riding up the road anytime soon.
Lessons Learned.....
The hard way
=-)
It started first with the skateboard incident.
I was in the kitchen making supper. It seemed like the usual night. Mason was chasing the cat with some object that he probably should not of had in the first place. Josh was outback and Dylan was out front with the skateboard. Keep in mind I had no idea he had the skateboard even out of the shed. ( I know bad mother right!) Anyway... I looked up just in time to see him running full speed across the tar driveway. I thought to myself oh my goodness he is going to jump on the skateboard. No helmet no pads..just 48 pounds of skin and bones. So I sprinted to the window and banged on it. TOO LATE. He jumped onto the skateboard at full speed. His skateboard went one way ...unfortunately not the same way as his body. He landed on the ground with a thud. I raced out the door to his side. I said DYLAN what were you thinking. He looked up at me and said. That is what they do on TV..........................................
So I guess when Dylan thought riding his bike up the road was something he was ready to do. I should of known it was a bad idea. We told him before we could let him do that he had to do a driveway test. This meaning that he had to be able to ride around the driveway and be able to be sturdy and keep himself up. I told him I would come out and watch him before making a decision. Keep in mind we live on a dead end dirt road and there is only one other neighbor past us. It is a pretty safe area. None the less. I wanted to make sure he was ready for the challenge.
So once again I am back to the skateboard moment ....... I am sitting here watching him in the window practice riding his bike so he could show us he was ready. Well him telling me he had to practice should of been the first clue that he was not ready.
He ran......jumped on his bike did two pedals wobbled once...wobbled twice... Hit the van... still stayed going.(gotta give him a little credit for that)..took out the wooden post, Lost a boot and then proceeded to smash into the snow bank. Needless to say Dyl will NOT be riding up the road anytime soon.
Lessons Learned.....
The hard way
=-)
Poems about Boys
Boys in my House.....
There are boys in my house – and Spiderman shoes
And 200 shirts in various blues.
There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,
There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.
They have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats
There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.
There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;
Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.
There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub,
And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!
There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,
There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.
There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green
There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.
There's piles of laundry; there's stories at night;
There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.
There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks
There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.
Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;
Sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs.
There are cute little vests and darling neckties
Dragged right through the mud – oh what a surprise!
There's running and climbing and jumping and falling
And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling
And rolling and losing and finding and creeping
And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.
There's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise –
There's love in my house shaped like three little boys.
A little boy needs daddy....
A little boy needs daddy
For many, many things;
Like holding him high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music
That tells him all is right
When he awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain
That rises in his heart
And shows him how he might get home
When all else falls apart.
Like giving him the love
That is his sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
He'll always find him there.
Little Man....
Little Man, just two feet tall,
You're really not a man at all.
And yet you try so hard to be,
Just like the grown-ups that you see.
You want to be like daddy,
and maybe Grandpa too.
You want so, to be big,
And do the things they do.
Well, dream my little man,
and let your mind have wings.
Pretend you are the captain,
of ships and planes and things.
But when the day has ended,
and your make-believe is done.
Come home to where you're loved,
and for awhile just be my son.
Raising Boys.....
I scrub the wall of fingerprints,
Pick up the mounds of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in-
Wish I could use a hose!
Meals are served from dawn to dark,
Dirty dishes crowd the sink.
Just when they're washed and put away-
Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime
From pants worn thin and patched.
They look so very neat and clean-
Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!
Broken bones and bloody knees,
I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride-
Just grateful it's not worse!
Screams and shouts and arguments
Test the keeping of my cool.
They left the faucet on-
See the new front yard pool!
A soothing bath is ecstasy,
A reward at the end of my rope.
Raising boys isn't really bad-
But first I must wash the soap!
A rose can say I Love You,
Orchids can enthrall;
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist,
Oh my, that says it all!
Unknown Authors
There are boys in my house – and Spiderman shoes
And 200 shirts in various blues.
There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,
There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.
They have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats
There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.
There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;
Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.
There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub,
And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!
There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,
There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.
There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green
There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.
There's piles of laundry; there's stories at night;
There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.
There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks
There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.
Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;
Sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs.
There are cute little vests and darling neckties
Dragged right through the mud – oh what a surprise!
There's running and climbing and jumping and falling
And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling
And rolling and losing and finding and creeping
And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.
There's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise –
There's love in my house shaped like three little boys.
A little boy needs daddy....
A little boy needs daddy
For many, many things;
Like holding him high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music
That tells him all is right
When he awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain
That rises in his heart
And shows him how he might get home
When all else falls apart.
Like giving him the love
That is his sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
He'll always find him there.
Little Man....
Little Man, just two feet tall,
You're really not a man at all.
And yet you try so hard to be,
Just like the grown-ups that you see.
You want to be like daddy,
and maybe Grandpa too.
You want so, to be big,
And do the things they do.
Well, dream my little man,
and let your mind have wings.
Pretend you are the captain,
of ships and planes and things.
But when the day has ended,
and your make-believe is done.
Come home to where you're loved,
and for awhile just be my son.
Raising Boys.....
I scrub the wall of fingerprints,
Pick up the mounds of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in-
Wish I could use a hose!
Meals are served from dawn to dark,
Dirty dishes crowd the sink.
Just when they're washed and put away-
Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime
From pants worn thin and patched.
They look so very neat and clean-
Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!
Broken bones and bloody knees,
I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride-
Just grateful it's not worse!
Screams and shouts and arguments
Test the keeping of my cool.
They left the faucet on-
See the new front yard pool!
A soothing bath is ecstasy,
A reward at the end of my rope.
Raising boys isn't really bad-
But first I must wash the soap!
A rose can say I Love You,
Orchids can enthrall;
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist,
Oh my, that says it all!
Unknown Authors
Monday, March 23, 2009
Monday Mornings
I have not quite figured out why Monday mornings are always the hardest morning of the week. Maybe it is because we have to get motivated again as far as getting Dylan and Josh off for the day. Whatever it is I really do not know. Mason is a grouch on Monday mornings.
He has not liked me 4 times this morning. He has not liked the cat 5. Hey at least he likes me better then the cat right.
Dylan on the other hand is as happy as can be on Monday mornings usually. He was his same old self this morning trying to go out the door for the bus with his boots probably on the wrong feet and his pants not buttoned. It did not matter to him he said, his shirt covers it anyway. AHHH BOYS!!!! I informed him that no matter the length of the shirt....we must always button our pants. He did not seem to understand this thinking of mine, but I did make sure his pants were buttoned before leaving the house.
So we are officially in the swing of things for another fun filled week. =-)
He has not liked me 4 times this morning. He has not liked the cat 5. Hey at least he likes me better then the cat right.
Dylan on the other hand is as happy as can be on Monday mornings usually. He was his same old self this morning trying to go out the door for the bus with his boots probably on the wrong feet and his pants not buttoned. It did not matter to him he said, his shirt covers it anyway. AHHH BOYS!!!! I informed him that no matter the length of the shirt....we must always button our pants. He did not seem to understand this thinking of mine, but I did make sure his pants were buttoned before leaving the house.
So we are officially in the swing of things for another fun filled week. =-)
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Another Sunday March 22, 2009
I have finally decided to try my hand at blogging. Our days are so crazy around here that somedays the day is over before I take the time to appreciate it . I am hoping this gives me and others something to look at and see what is going on and remember the moment.
Watch out for his head.
Watch out for his head. I am starting to think those should be words that I should just record and press play and repeat every time Mason is playing near baby Will. Mason has recently decided that he can fly. Well that is what I think he has decided since he jumped off the back of the couch, I mean why else would he do that unless he could fly right? So I found myself saying. " Watch out for his head" instead of the first thing I thing I should of said which should of been. DO NOT JUMP OFF THE COUCH.
Sometimes I think with three boys that nothing they could do could surprise me. Then one of them has a moment and I realize that I am so wrong and they will continue to surprise me daily. So for now We will just keep saying. Watch out for his head. At least this way Will will not get , landed on, hit, kicked , or the occasional superman to the head that Mason has thrown across the room, because he also thinks superman can fly.
Sometimes I think with three boys that nothing they could do could surprise me. Then one of them has a moment and I realize that I am so wrong and they will continue to surprise me daily. So for now We will just keep saying. Watch out for his head. At least this way Will will not get , landed on, hit, kicked , or the occasional superman to the head that Mason has thrown across the room, because he also thinks superman can fly.
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