Well the kittens are semi-free. We have Moe and Joe in the garage. I let them out today and watching them play with the grass was quite funny. I am the overprotective mom though, I knew I had to put them back in the garage this afternoon when I had to remove deck boards to rescue Joe from under the deck today.
Cats have to be one of the smarter animals and amazing how they are just like little toddlers today. Their pretty white fur has now been exposed to the elements and they are filthy. The kitty door in the garage door is something of a mystery to them still. Joe tried to climb the door to get in and Moe was just stuck in the garage because he couldn't figure out how he was supposed to get out.
The antics of those two are going to be just as funny as the boys are.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
To be a child again
Well we have finally made it through a couple weeks of school and I think we are going to be alright. The oldest is actually eating breakfast before he goes to school which is HUGE. He doesn't tell me he hates school every day - only once in awhile. Now the youngest tells me he doesn't want to go to school. He wants to stay home forever. Amazing what they learn from each other.
The oldest got off the bus yesterday and yelled at me for getting him from the end of the driveway. He wants to be like the other big kids and walk to the house himself. Ok - fair enough. He doesn't want to unpack his backpack because he doesn't want his projects hung around the house. Ok - now we are starting to get a little uncomfortable with the whole growing up thing. However this is the same kid that had a classmate hit him in the face and wouldn't tell the bus driver because he didn't want him to get a bus ticket.
The youngest is just happy taking in Jello jigglers shaped as the letter of the week (D). He fell walking up the stairs of the bus yesterday and has a nice bruise and gash - which of course was my fault for making him go to school. I don't think it will be long before he yells at me for getting him off the bus either.
The things that matter most to my kids. I wish for that innocence once in awhile.
The oldest got off the bus yesterday and yelled at me for getting him from the end of the driveway. He wants to be like the other big kids and walk to the house himself. Ok - fair enough. He doesn't want to unpack his backpack because he doesn't want his projects hung around the house. Ok - now we are starting to get a little uncomfortable with the whole growing up thing. However this is the same kid that had a classmate hit him in the face and wouldn't tell the bus driver because he didn't want him to get a bus ticket.
The youngest is just happy taking in Jello jigglers shaped as the letter of the week (D). He fell walking up the stairs of the bus yesterday and has a nice bruise and gash - which of course was my fault for making him go to school. I don't think it will be long before he yells at me for getting him off the bus either.
The things that matter most to my kids. I wish for that innocence once in awhile.
Monday, September 8, 2008
MONDAY ! ! ! !
Well I was going to write a blog about the first week of school but then just couldn't wait to share this with everyone.
Everyone has a MONDAY once in awhile and once it starts out on a bad foot I don't know that gets any better. Let's take my day today for example:
I am writing this at 3:00 PM and have quite a few hours to go so I won't be surprised if there are two blogs today. First thing this morning the oldest gets up at 6:45 am to get ready for school. After the half piece of toast we are going to get dressed for the bus - the tears turn on and he does not want to go to school. The bus is noisy, he is going to miss me and the list went on and on. I finally get him calmed down enough to get dressed and ready to go - we get to the bus stop in the van (because it is cold outside at 7:30 am) and he works himself up so much he has to go to the bathroom again. The list starts with reasons he doesn't want to go to school. So breaking my heart I get him to the van again and the bus is a couple houses away. He won't stand up, he won't get out of his seat, he is just sobbing because he doesn't want to go to school. I have to get him to walk because I don't want to embarass him in front of all the other kids and he gets on the bus.
Meanwhile the youngest one is crying in the house because he isn't outside and he hasn't gotten used to if I am not in the house first thing in the morning when he gets up then I am getting his brother on the bus. The morning I just lay on the couch with the youngest because I feel awful for how the oldest feels and then it is time to get the youngest ready for school. Now he is such a different creature that he has to open his lunchable by himself, open his juice box by himself, brush his hair by himself, brush his teeth by himself, get his shoes on by himself. So as his independence is running its course this morning - the bus waits outside for us. I am grateful for that because the morning bus won't stop unless we are out by the road. So off to school both kids are.
It's been 15 minutes in the house and outside I go to cut the grass. That will kill a couple hours in the day. I get almost done with the grass, I am going to cut only one more path in the path between our house and the neighbors. So the lawn mower slides into the ditch and there I am. A man stopped and asked if I needed help and I am not to proud today - sure I said. I can't get the lawnmower started and then another guy stops to help me. They push me out and all I can think is I sure wish I didn't wear my pajama bottems to cut the grass today. I have pushed my limits today so I put the lawnmower away. The phone has a message on it - from my neighbor who was nice enough to call and ask (laughing hysterically) if I had gotten stuck. I told her she waits until the next DUMB thing she does. Shaking my head I am going to jump in the shower.
Oh yes, it goes on!!
I am combing my hair when I hear tink, tink, tink. I look in the family room and see the ceiling fan hanging from the wires. I hurry to turn off the fan and move just as the ceiling fan comes crashing to the floor. As I stood and looked at the ceiling fan and broken light bulbs on the floor and couch - all I could do was laugh and think how I couldn't wait to share this day with everyone. So the hanging wires are clothespinned up so the kids can't touch them - they aren't touching so I guess I have done my safety measures. The fan is in the pole barn waiting for my husband to come home. If I need to kill a little more time before the kids get home, I might go out and clean than fan - amazing what you can't see up there :)
Moral of the story:
1. Laugh at your Mondays - they are going to happen
2. Don't do dumb things that your neighbor can see
3. Don't wear your pajama shorts out to cut the grass. You never know who you might run into.
4. and always, pay it forward. You never know when it will be you sliding into the ditch on the lawnmower.
Everyone has a MONDAY once in awhile and once it starts out on a bad foot I don't know that gets any better. Let's take my day today for example:
I am writing this at 3:00 PM and have quite a few hours to go so I won't be surprised if there are two blogs today. First thing this morning the oldest gets up at 6:45 am to get ready for school. After the half piece of toast we are going to get dressed for the bus - the tears turn on and he does not want to go to school. The bus is noisy, he is going to miss me and the list went on and on. I finally get him calmed down enough to get dressed and ready to go - we get to the bus stop in the van (because it is cold outside at 7:30 am) and he works himself up so much he has to go to the bathroom again. The list starts with reasons he doesn't want to go to school. So breaking my heart I get him to the van again and the bus is a couple houses away. He won't stand up, he won't get out of his seat, he is just sobbing because he doesn't want to go to school. I have to get him to walk because I don't want to embarass him in front of all the other kids and he gets on the bus.
Meanwhile the youngest one is crying in the house because he isn't outside and he hasn't gotten used to if I am not in the house first thing in the morning when he gets up then I am getting his brother on the bus. The morning I just lay on the couch with the youngest because I feel awful for how the oldest feels and then it is time to get the youngest ready for school. Now he is such a different creature that he has to open his lunchable by himself, open his juice box by himself, brush his hair by himself, brush his teeth by himself, get his shoes on by himself. So as his independence is running its course this morning - the bus waits outside for us. I am grateful for that because the morning bus won't stop unless we are out by the road. So off to school both kids are.
It's been 15 minutes in the house and outside I go to cut the grass. That will kill a couple hours in the day. I get almost done with the grass, I am going to cut only one more path in the path between our house and the neighbors. So the lawn mower slides into the ditch and there I am. A man stopped and asked if I needed help and I am not to proud today - sure I said. I can't get the lawnmower started and then another guy stops to help me. They push me out and all I can think is I sure wish I didn't wear my pajama bottems to cut the grass today. I have pushed my limits today so I put the lawnmower away. The phone has a message on it - from my neighbor who was nice enough to call and ask (laughing hysterically) if I had gotten stuck. I told her she waits until the next DUMB thing she does. Shaking my head I am going to jump in the shower.
Oh yes, it goes on!!
I am combing my hair when I hear tink, tink, tink. I look in the family room and see the ceiling fan hanging from the wires. I hurry to turn off the fan and move just as the ceiling fan comes crashing to the floor. As I stood and looked at the ceiling fan and broken light bulbs on the floor and couch - all I could do was laugh and think how I couldn't wait to share this day with everyone. So the hanging wires are clothespinned up so the kids can't touch them - they aren't touching so I guess I have done my safety measures. The fan is in the pole barn waiting for my husband to come home. If I need to kill a little more time before the kids get home, I might go out and clean than fan - amazing what you can't see up there :)
Moral of the story:
1. Laugh at your Mondays - they are going to happen
2. Don't do dumb things that your neighbor can see
3. Don't wear your pajama shorts out to cut the grass. You never know who you might run into.
4. and always, pay it forward. You never know when it will be you sliding into the ditch on the lawnmower.
Monday, September 1, 2008
What a Weekend
It's the end of summer with the kids home everyday - school starts tomorow. Saturday we went to the zoo and seen the key animals we needed to - zebra, giraffe, bald eagle, turtles and monkeys. We took a lot of pictures and the kids each had a chance at taking their own pictures.
Sunday we had a family picnic and couldn't have asked for better weather or company. There was so much delicious food and desserts - we'll be working that picnic off for a couple days. The boys played legos, played in the sprinkler with Miss C., dissolved dinosaurs in the pond and had a wonderful time. Being spoiled by everyone probably was a plus for them too!!!
Monday we didn't start out to well - the boys got tackle boxes yesterday and decided to use them for weapons today. The youngest hits the oldest in the back with his box so I take it away and not even 15 minutes later the oldest hits the youngest in the head with his tackle box. It wasn't to bad until the head started swelling up, bleeding all over the floor and the panic mode sets in the house. He was lucky enough not to have stitches but it's gonna hurt when I wash his hair in the morning. The oldest sat in timeout for his 5 minutes and then said he was upset so he sat there another 30 minutes by himself. So until we give the kids fishing poles they can't play with their tackle boxes. I am sure I will have practice in removing lures from each of them before to long.
Hope you had a wonderful Labor Day weekend. Next it's back to school - ugh!!!!
Sunday we had a family picnic and couldn't have asked for better weather or company. There was so much delicious food and desserts - we'll be working that picnic off for a couple days. The boys played legos, played in the sprinkler with Miss C., dissolved dinosaurs in the pond and had a wonderful time. Being spoiled by everyone probably was a plus for them too!!!
Monday we didn't start out to well - the boys got tackle boxes yesterday and decided to use them for weapons today. The youngest hits the oldest in the back with his box so I take it away and not even 15 minutes later the oldest hits the youngest in the head with his tackle box. It wasn't to bad until the head started swelling up, bleeding all over the floor and the panic mode sets in the house. He was lucky enough not to have stitches but it's gonna hurt when I wash his hair in the morning. The oldest sat in timeout for his 5 minutes and then said he was upset so he sat there another 30 minutes by himself. So until we give the kids fishing poles they can't play with their tackle boxes. I am sure I will have practice in removing lures from each of them before to long.
Hope you had a wonderful Labor Day weekend. Next it's back to school - ugh!!!!
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