I heard a thump...........

"Mom I heard a big thump." Dougie.
"What was it?" Me.
"You falling down the stairs." Dougie.

Yes I have had yet another one of my great "Kate" moments. Little did I think that walking down the stairs would take concentration on my part Saturday night. So I took a flight down the steps and landed bounced then landed, (that is what Doug said), but hey I didn't break anything so nothing to bad. At least that is what I think, Doug and the boys however have decided different. Doug has come to the conclusion that I fall down stairs an average of every six months, and now has threatened to put a gate up at the top of the stairs to keep me out.... He also has had to point out that Connor, Dougie and Daxton haven't been walking as long as I have and they don't fall down as much. The boys however have taken this serious and are now escorting me up and down the steps over the last few days. Their always saying "Don't fall down mom." or "Hey she didn't fall down this time." I would just like to point out that they have fallen themselves and my flight the other night wasn't anything. Just a banged up mother is all they have to deal with this week.

So as you can tell Dougie has turned into quit the little comedian this week. He's been cracking jokes about everything. Now that his little cough and cold is gone he's back to being his stubborn self. He is relentless at his perssual of making me play his Nintendo game. I tell him to be quit about it, and ten seconds later he's back at it again. His new thing is he comes up really into telling me about playing Zelda and says "Guess what." ever other word. I try not to laugh at him but, I really wish you could all see him when he's gotten into his story telling. I do have to admit that when I have played the game and lost, I have said a couple of cuss words. The other day when I said "ass." Daxton said it, then Dougie calmly stated to Daxton. "That's a bad word, you can't say it your too little, even I can't say that word yet. We have to get bigger first." Yeah I don't know what to do about that one... I'm taking the blame for it though...

Daxton has been just as funny to listen to lately. I have heard him say to both Doug and I. "eyi eyi, captain, Thank you sir." and yesterday I heard him running around saying "Ladies and gentlemen." I'm starting to believe that he would love living in the circus world. Although he's been in trouble with us today at the store. I have never seen a kid who defy us at every moment possible out in public the way he does. I'm hoping that this phase will pass and he can make one day not throwing himself on the floor or playing dead weight.

Connor has caught the cold that Dougie has had and has been sleeping at night. Yeah, I know what the crap it takes him getting sick for him to be able to sleep all night.. I guess we just can't have everything. Connor is still picking fights with Daxton and thinks that he's such a tuff kid. But, he does like his oldest brother a lot and follows him around. He's even sometimes makes Dougie give him a hug before he leaves for school. That's when Dougie doesn't like Connor so much (That's how I know Dougie's my kid, he's not a hugger either). Last night I caught Connor leaning over Dougie and staring at him while Dougie was asleep. It was funny and creepy all at the same time. Oh well someday I will bring this up to him when he's mad at Dougie.. That's the kind of mother that I am. I am remembering everything that way I can make sure that I will be able to hold things over them when they are being stubborn teenagers. It's all out of love.

Doug's had his hands full the last few days, taking care of his gimpy wife and his three minions. I do have to point out that they do listen to him better than they do me. I will never understand that.. But I will just let it be just as long as they are listening to someone.........

They've turned against me.......

I often wonder where the boys loyalty lays. Personally I think it should be to me. You know I get up at night with them, I take care of them when their sick. I go downstairs every so often and beat the levels on the games that even their father can't for them. I am always making them cookies, cleaning up after them or even playing their games of trying to defeat me for some reason. But last night in the middle of me showing how I love them and making them cookies they turned on me. I broke an egg on the floor Dougie ran downstairs and reported it to Doug. So I had a little bit of a mixing dough gone wild moment and had it flipped all over, Dougie immediately reported that to his father too. If that wasn't bad enough I told Dougie to quit being a tattle tale and Daxton decided to fallow his older brother's example.

It's gotten to the point that they look at me and then look at Doug for comformation on what they are being told to do. I'm starting to think that they look at me like that lady that lives here and speaks a lot of nonsense. Now I'm really starting to feel like a true mother.

This week Dougie only made it to one day of school. He's been sick but, I'm starting to think he's coming out of it. He informed me that his little buddy has been sick too. I did notice the day I did get him to school there weren't too many kids there that day and all the other's seemed to be sniffling and coughing. I am really looking forward to spring........

Daxton is starting to get sick now, you know he's not going to be left out if Dougie is going to be sick so is Daxton. Doug has discovered a new trick with Daxton at the store and that's if you give Daxton a box of doughnut's to carry through the store you don't have him laying down in the middle of the floor, or running down the aisles causing near cart collisions. Hopefully someday we might be able to go somewhere and not have to chase children up and down the store.

Connor has been a little entertainer this week. He's had both brothers crying at once. He's taken blocks and made himself a microphone to sing into while he stomps around. (I think we've found the lead singer for the boys band.) And now this week everything is a phone to him. He's been quit happy this week but has had one sad moment. He came up to Doug and I and said "I miss grandma." He was quit sad about it and we have no idea what brought that all about.

I have also learned somehting and that is a two and three year old really don't play well together. And if for a moment that they are be wary.

Doug's been doing pretty good this week although he's caught the cold too. He's now found another project to keep him busy. He's been into the whole rocket thing, He's now designing his own. Great that was just one more important thing to check off my list of things that must be done in a lifetime. I think he's actually way ahead of me when it comes to that list. I am starting to see Doug as a phenomenom that can't be stopped. At least life's not boring around here.........

Jekyll or Hyde??

I have discovered a phenomenon that happens when the boys are around other people. That would be the boys become someone I don't know. First they actually listen, then they don't fight as much. And of course the messes slow down. Maybe you should come over and visit more often Cassie. Thank you for giving me a break from the boys who pulled a Jekyll and Hyde.

But however as nice as they where an hour later after their aunt left, they were back to their regular selves. Later that evening we had them calmed down and watching a movie; or so we thought but after twenty minutes of no noise it got a bit disturbing. What I discovered was quit a shock. I know that I have been asking the boys over and over to pick up their toy room but, they went the extra mile when they just plain emptied it of everything but the t.v. Yes there was not a toy in sight to be seen, but what I did discover is that you couldn't walk into their bedroom at all. How they moved all the heavy stuff and got it stacked up is beyond me. They even had their clothes pulled out of the drawers, and the closet had been cleaned out too. They could move it but, they wouldn't put it back. Yeah another mess for me to clean. How thoughtful of them.

Dougie has gotten sick again and has been laying around here miserable. He also has been thoughtful, you know making sure that I have plenty to do by cleaning up his throw up. He didn't make it to school yesterday but stayed home and watched some of the presidential inauguration on t.v. I never really cared about that stuff when I was his age so it was pretty impressive that he knew the president's whole name. I didn't even know he knew we were getting a new pres. He's always surprising me that one.

Daxton is still being the same old kid. Daxton and Dougie have discovered Zelda. So of course if you get to rescue a princess Daxton is going to love it. Last week when I refused to be the princess he nominated Dougie for the position. Dougie didn't take that to well and there was a brawl over that folly. As long as he has his toy sword and is battling that kid is happy.

Connor's new thing is to cry and blame everything on Dougie or Daxton, even when they didn't do anything. He's really playing up this mommas little baby thing anymore. I know that I don't help since he's my last one and I am not ready to give up that he's not a baby anymore. So later on in life when I end up on the Dr. Phill show I will accept the blame that I made him the way he is. Spoiled.

Hopefully we get through this week without the whole family getting hit with what Dougie has. So far Connor and Daxton are doing well.

Forgetful me.................

I think I will be happy at the end of this week, although I'm not having as bad as of a week as Heather seems to be. However my week has been one that I would still just like to get over with. It seems to be mom gets to be hit in the head all week. Personally I'm just surprised that I still remember my name. After my day of Daxton and Connor trying to knock me out, each day I find myself getting thumped pretty hard in the head at some point it could be the kids, and today I tried to knock my own self out. (I'm not going to tell you how because I have to admit it was a dumb blond moment.) I've had a headache all week so I'm starting to think maybe I should just bubble wrap my head up save a few brain cells for the future.

I have to tell you about our forgetful day we had on Wednesday. Wednesday we woke up got Dougie to school and went on to do some shopping. By the end of chasing Daxton and Connor through Walmart and the mall I was tired. It was ten to eleven and for some reason I wasn't paying attention to what day it was when we got a phone call. I looked at the caller ID and realized that was Dougie's school calling. I answered to the secretary asking me if we were going to come pick up Dougie. Crap I had forgotten that it was early release day and sent Doug to pick him up. Well I felt so guilty and thought he's going to hate me, he's going to be crying, he's not going to want to go back to school. Let's just say a lot of guilt went through my head. That by the time Dougie got home I was going to throw on the floor and beg for forgiveness. Now you all should understand that I underestimated Dougie and how much he actually likes the office. Yes Dougie walked in not even thinking twice about the fact that he had to be picked up from the office. All he said to me was "The office has treats, and really cool books." Yes Dougie gets along with the Principal, Secretaries, and even the school nurse pretty well.

I now have made the connection to why Daxton is the way he is. Why Daxton can't help pick up toys, or why he just has no motivation for potty training. It all comes down to his birth. For some of you who remember Daxton came out blue, he wasn't breathing and had to have help with it. He was life flighted over here and it comes down to this; He had no motivation from the beginning. Yes he already knew that we would do everything for him and he still knows it. Basically we're screwed..............


Connor has proven to me that he's not just the "house ape." Connor is a wild animal no matter where we go anymore. I spent Wednesday with him at the mall running from one place to the next. He was hiding in the clothes, he was running in the fitting rooms, and he even found ladder's to climb on. He acts like this everywhere we go and people that we pass just smile and comment on how cute he is. He also gets confused at times and actually believes that Doug is his mommy. We had a discussion with him about calling Doug mom. No matter how many times we told him daddy he agreed but when we called me mommy no it's dad too. I am only mom to him when it in the middle of the night, other wise I think he believes I'm his servant.

So besides a long crappy week, I believe that it will end. I think maybe as long as I just sit the rest of it away from the boys and read my book and watch a movie I will remember how to tie my shoes on Monday.........

Time to knock mom out....

Okay I'm just going to warn you now if this blog doesn't make sense to you, you can blame it on the boys. I took a couple of hard hits to the head courteously of the boys. Personally I'm just in shock that I can even function right now. I always knew that Daxton head butted hard but, (couple of bleep words here.) This time I couldn't walk straight and everything was spinning for a couple of hours. If that wasn't good enough a while later Connor wasn't going to be out done. No he found a toy. A heavy toy and I took another blow to the temple. Tonight I'm thinking that if I have a favorite right now Dougie is getting that nomination.

So it's been one of those days where if Doug was home I would retreat from life today and climb back in bed and hide under the covers. Doesn't help when you have been up all and I do mean all night. I don't quit know what world Connor lives in but I do know that I am going to remember nights like those for the future. I can't blame him when he came in at eleven scared of the helicopter flying over the house. But, from twelve to five I really don't like taking a walk through the house. Or having to lay on the couch then the futon, the boys beds downstairs, until he decided where he was finally going to crash. I also lost my cell phone today but, I did find the silver lining in the cloud with that one. At least after back tracking from Dougie's school to the house I finally found it. It was in the car the whole time. Just fell between the seat and the floor. But I did find it and that's what counts.

I have to admit Dougie has been the easy one to deal with today. He had a better day at school, so it might be a sign for the week to come hopefully. I had to smile at him yesterday when he asked me "when are we going to go to the Disneyland in the sky." Yes Dougie has been believing that Disneyland is actually up in the clouds. However I have gotten that straightened out. He has proved that he has great makings for being the big brother. I had the boys outside today and the other two got stuck in the mud in their boots. I was on the back porch and heard Dougie laughing and his brother's yelling, when I looked down that's when I realized he wasn't going to help them. No he just stood there taunting them, just like I would expect from an older brother.

Last night Daxton started something that I was hoping that he wouldn't discover for a few more years. I walked into the room and there is Daxton huge glorious smile on his face, standing on his head. Yes you can only imagine what happened next. Let me just tell you Daxton was the only one to figure it out I had Connor nose diving off the top of the futon. Dougie well he couldn't understand why he kept landing on his butt hard. I finally had to tell him he was doing it backwards and that summersaults off the couch was going to result in a very sore backside.

Connor well he's kind of contributed to my bad Monday I seem to be having. Every time I turn around I have to change my clothes. Connor thinks it's funny to throw ice water on mom twice. Now I know that your thinking it's just water. cold water. But then if became soup, followed later by mud. The finale was my caffeine. Now that almost had me on the floor in tears. It's just not right no one should do that with Dr. Pepper. I have kept my space from him for the evening, at least he's gone to sleep.

I am determined that tomorrow is going to be better. The good thing I see about today is that Dougie had a better day, and if he's going to be a little happier I guess a few blows to the head and a change of five clothes is no biggie.

Boo + rock = broken window..........

I bet I have captured your attention with that title... However it's not what you think.

I'm starting to think that I am a bad candidate for motherhood. Yes I'm going to admit that I never had the aspirations for soccer mom sainthood growing up. But here I am and I wouldn't change a thing my kids have grown on me. I'm just playing by my own rules now.

I was left again alone with the boys over night again. And to be honest with you it wasn't as crazy as the last time. Sure there where fights, and messes being made. But there was also a mother who fought back harder this time. (Lot's of time outs.) And a early bedtime doesn't hurt them every now and then.

Dougie has had a rough couple of days and is back to hating it here. He's already counting down the days until we move. News flash to Doug and I neither one of us new we were moving, I wonder where we're going?? Dougie has also been back to commandeering his troops, today the had a special mission. Searching for diseases in their castle. I didn't even ask, I can't even get them to pick up their toys but they can search for diseases, I am baffled.

Daxton aka Boo has gotten me almost to the point of me manually thinning my hair out. It comes down to potty training and I know some of you are thinking "what's so hard?" All I have to say to answer that is DAXTON. I ask him if he needs to go and he says no, five minutes later he's peed all over himself. When I ask him why he didn't go when I asked him he says "because I didn't need to then." I am starting to believe that he really thinks he's a transformer. And apparently they don't have to use the bathroom. Every time I turn around anymore that kid has a rock. If your not watching him he sneaks them inside. That is what he has done today. I realized this after he started throwing it at the wall. Lucky for us we found out before Daxton could break anything. Because if there's something he is good at it's breaking anything he can.

My little house ape is living up to his name these past few days. He refuses to wear clothes. And every five minutes he's streaking through the house. Yesterday he thought that he needed to make himself some new swords, little did I know that the basket by the door with the winter stuff in it was going to contribute to his little project. While I was making them lunch Connor was ripping the long sticks out of the lid. I spent the rest of the day being hit with these "swords." I really don't know how many he had, he just kept showing up with them. Last night Connor found a box that had shredded newspaper in it and decided that the house needed decorating. So I ended up vacuuming the house up for the third time that day, and cleaning out vents that got to be involved in Connor's little games. He even had it all over his brother's.

Now that the inversion has moved out, the boys have been outside today. It's about time. I never realized how cold the inversion made it here. Doug said that when he went to fly the other morning it was nine degrees outside, but as soon as he got above the clouds it was thirty. Crazy. I'm just happy that the sun is out today. Maybe it will stay that way for a few more days......

Daxton's clues.. not blues..........

I am starting to see why I get those comments from people about how I actually have four boys not three. I am sitting here updating this blog and world war four has erupted downstairs. This time it's Doug leading the battle. I would tell him to knock it off but that would only point unwanted attention into my direction. No I think whatever that big crashing sound that just happened, well he will have to fix it. I can tell who is winning since I can hear Doug laughing, not a good thing.

The last few days have been quit entertaining, and to be honest with you I don't know who's been most entertained in this house. I do know that if there was to be more points added up, that I am the loser. I can't quit contain them anymore so it shouldn't come as a surprise when they decided that they needed to take matters into their own hands and hold their own church service. I heard a lot of amens and then at the end Daxton got fired. Later that night they waited until grandma had called me then decided that a pool party was what they needed. They had water poured all over the kitchen floor and were sliding across the floor on their butts. After being put on time outs Daxton came up with another one of his bright ideas. It consisted of waiting until mom wasn't looking and then sneaking over to get more water to dump onto the table and fireplace. At one point they where standing on top of the stove stomping water all over. I did get after them but that still didn't seem to stop them they soon where getting their hands wet and stamping them all over the place. When I told them to knock it off Daxton said "Where making clues mom, blue clues." Let's just say by the time Doug showed up that night I was done dealing with them.

Unfortunately I got sick yesterday and Doug ended up taking care of the boys all day by himself. I stayed in bed for most of the day and listened to it all. At one point Daxton came in and said he didn't like playing with dad and that he wanted me to get up and play. Connor also came in throughout the day complaining about Doug. Let's just say that every time that I came close to falling asleep there was Connor crawling on top of me crying that so and so had hurt him. From what I learned is that even if you look at him wrong he's going to come crying to me about it. So when I got to feeling a little better last night and came out to see how Doug was doing, I tried not to laugh at him when he said "Connor scares me."

So that is how things have been going the last few days. Dougie has gone back to school. Daxton is still fighting us on the potty training. And Connor is scaring the crap out of everyone. Who knows maybe were a normal family after all.........

Them vs me.

Today is one of those days where I catch myself thinking four letter words that my children don't need to hear. There is a t-shirt that my mother gave Connor for Christmas it says "I'm grandma's payback." Damn if she wasn't right about that. So for all of those that think that I needed a little bit of payback in life, oh believe me when I say it has come in the shape of three forms. (See I did get one of those words out after all.)

I think that I would actually break down and cry from all the crap they have done in the last few days but, they would see it a some sort of victory for them. So let me just say that I feel a little victory in the fact that a hour ago I had all three of them crying. Let me tell you who knew that taking their newer toys away from them and saying I was throwing them out could affect all three of them. I think that I might have to give myself a point for that one maybe two, because they sure did start picking up their toys after that. I do however have to give them a point for having great determination at breaking the cupboard door all the way off. No they weren't only going to break it halfway. They made sure that before I could fix it they had the whole thing torn off. (I can't wait for Doug to see this when he gets home tonight.) I guess they don't understand the English words leave it alone quit yet. And I don't know who gets rewarded anything since I had to scrub the walls downstairs yesterday morning. I would tell why but I think I will spare you the gory details on that one. So I don't know who gets the point them for having me down there scrubbing or me for making them sit on their beds for an hour. It has gone like that over the last few days that I think that I might have to give them one for getting the game system back, only because I want a break from their "little games."

Dougie I have learned that I have to really watch him. If your not watching him close enough you won't see him punch or trip his little brother's. You also have to watch him when he has something on his hands. I can't quit get him to realize that, that is what towels where invented for. And of course if your not looking he's not going to put his trash where it belongs, oh no he's just going to leave it where ever he thinks he can. He is also not going to do anything you ask him to until your threatening him with his cartoons. I didn't quit know how much Dougie likes Coyotes until the other night when Doug and I thought that either the t.v. or some stray pack of dogs where on the lose, making enough howling noises to wake the neighborhood if it hadn't been New Years Eve. We soon figured that one out and discovered Dougie and Daxton downstairs howling. We have spent the last week with Dougie running up to us with his Lincoln Logs in the shape of a cross, trying to burn us or something. I really don't know where he got that but, I'm just going to assume that it has to do with him and his little buddies that are chasing Dracula. I only hope that getting him back in school will help settle him a little.

Daxton has developed an attitude, and you never know what reaction your going to get from him anymore. There are times when he comes up the stairs angry and you don't even have a clue. I sometimes look at Doug and think I know he's thinking takes after his mother that one. For some reason the other night Daxton looked at me and said. "Mom you have been bad and you don't get to have a birthday." Then he threatened me with "I will eat your cake and you won't get any." What I did I have know idea.

Connor is still acting the like a house ape. But, sometimes still shifts into the cute cupboard gnome from time to time. So imagine me not suspecting a thing the other night and I went into the kitchen and had washed a few dishes when all of a sudden the cupboard door hit my leg. I looked down and saw a little face poking out at me. I still don't know when he got in there with out me noticing.

So I figure that maybe if I don't have to mop the floor three times today, or have to scrub the carpet, or the walls. Maybe I won't have to clean up broken glass or something that they figured needed to be ripped apart. I might be okay until their father gets home from flying all over. (Lucky him he got to stay in Flagstaff last night. I miss that place. Maybe I should take a vacation..)Who knows????