Them vs me part two......

I thought to myself "who knew that all it would take was sucking the kids into the world of cartoons." Yeah that's where I should have seen the red flags shooting up and the sirens going off, but no I thought it would be okay to step out of the room feeling pretty safe about it only being a minute at the most. Let's just say I thought that a couple of times this week, boy I can be fooled more than twice.

So Tuesday I was on the computer Dougie, Daxton, and of course Connor, where sitting by me watching our daily dose of Spongebob. I figured that they where so into it that I could sneak into the other room for just a second. Well Connor only needed that one second. I come walking out and he's holding the Portable broad band thingy for my internet. The thing I noticed was the USB part was missing. So yeah haven't been on the computer for a few days, Just waiting for the replacement which I now have and am guarding from a two year old, who likes shiny things.

Okay Wednesday. I'd just finished giving the kitchen it's daily mopping and cleaning and went to start the laundry. Once again I figured that the boys where distracted with the toys downstairs. Hmm see a pattern yet? Just can't walk out of a room. I come back upstairs and slide across the floor I get myself stopped and realize that the three and two year old have washed the kitchen down. I do mean it when I say everything was sopping wet. I also realized that they have discovered the hose sprayer thing.. Cuss words here... Daxton informs me that they we're washing the dishes. I get that all cleaned up you know the ceiling, cupboards, mopped up again and realize that they have moved on. They decided that they needed to clean the bathroom while I was distracted with the other mess. So after getting another two inches of water cleaned up I decided that I couldn't leave them in a room at all for the rest of the day..

Thursday I decided that they where going to help me clean up their toy room even if it killed me they where going to help. To my surprise Dougie and Connor where a huge help. To bad I didn't see Daxton sneak upstairs with his stuffed animals. Only when I realized that I could here the sink on up in the kitchen did I notice that he wasn't helping. "My dog needed a bath." That's what he told me when I came into the kitchen which contained another inch of water and water running down the cabinets. Fortunately I think the stuffed animal is going to make it through it's near drowning.

Finally today I decided hell if they have nothing better to do then to cause me one mess after the next, I'm going to do something that I have always had a stance against and that is "child labor." Now I'm for it you know having them help vacuum and wipe the table down, sweep the floor. It worked they thought it was the funnest thing. I hope that someday when their complaining about having to clean, I will get to remember this day. Maybe I have been going at this all wrong and they just wanted to be included in cleaning.. But, I do have to ask myself for how long???

Rain, rain come my way.

Someday when my boys look back on life, one thing they will remember is the days we played in the rain.. Today happens to be one of those days. I am a huge fan of rain. I love rain, I can't ever pass on playing in it. I think there are a few of you who have been on my rain escapades through life. Yeah those nights of coming home at night sopping wet. You can't ever say that it wasn't fun. So that's what I'm teaching my boys that sometimes the simplest things can be a lot of fun. (Don't worry never in the lighting. I'm not stupid.) Of course you know when there's rain, there's mud. You can't blame them when the mud get's tracked all through the house when it's their mother who instigated it.

In the last few weeks I have toughed up and taken the boys to church. Let's just say I look forward to a day when I don't come home look in the fridge for the closest caffeinated beverage that I can find, when coming back from an outing with the three of them. I think my kidneys will celebrate that day. But, until Daxton quits trying to play can I give mom a heart attack today, bring on the caffeine. All I have to say is that Dougie is really good when we go, Daxton runs, and runs where ever he can making me chase him down streets and through parking lots. Connor, well you can hear how mad he is through out the church when he get's put in nursery. Who knows maybe they'll settle down here soon.

Friday the grandparents (Doug's side.) showed up with the boys cousin. So yeah I thought well I will take her with me to go suprise Dougie (We didn't tell the boys they where coming) So I took her we waited for Dougie to come out of class, and when he did he looked at me confused. Looked again and realized who I had with me, it was funny to see them try to hug each other. Doug and I left and he took me shopping, yeah usually I can only stand about a hour at the most of shopping. By the time I got back which was four to five hours later, I was worn out. Yeah I'm not a big shopper, sorry Mom I don't have your shopping blood in me. I do have to admit that I do like the fact that I didn't have to wrestle, drag, or chase any kids. Hmm that is nice.. I might have to try it again, just as long as I get to go to the bookstore.

It's been a few busy days around here. Dougie is now counting down the days until his birthday. Daxton has been mad at Doug and doesn't acknowledge him, we have no idea what Doug did. We just know that Daxton won't go to Doug for nothing. wupty for me. Connor has taken the opposite stance from Daxton and wants Doug all the time which means at five thirty in the morning Connor and I are arguing. Why are we arguing, it's because he won't accept the fact that Doug had to go fly, and isn't home. Which then results in Connor searching the house and trying to go outside to see for himself.

Doug and I however are counting down the days until spring break. Yes that's right Grandparents and a certain aunt beware.. We're coming and we're bringing three boys... ha what am I saying like your not missing them..

The day I dread once a year..

Okay so it's not my favorite time of the year.. Not that I have anything against birthdays and all, My husband can testify that I go crazy for his and the boys birthday's. However when it's mine I would rather just lay in bed and let the day play out with out me. Since I do have children I don't get that luxury. I'm not going to tell you how old I am I kind of like keeping that a mystery, but if you ask Doug he will tell you that I am twenty-one. He's been trained to say that for many years now. Such a good husband..

This is how my day went yesterday. Doug told me the night before that he was going to let me sleep in, I was thinking that would be the best present he could give me. ah sleep such a rare and precious thing, but yet again the boys weren't going to let that happen. So we were up and decided that since Doug had to go fly at noon we would go buy me a cake so I wouldn't have to make my own. Now that's another thing I love making cakes. I have to admit that I have made a few really awesome looking cakes. When it comes to me, I don't make my own. So, with the boys happy to go I decided to let them pick out my cake. What did I get?? No, we don't believe in getting a cake that has flowers on it or princesses. No I got a cake that had tanks, and helicopters. To tell you the truth, It was the best cake. It also provided nice entertainment for the boys, to play with the tanks and helicopter. Which meant that I could read a little. Or so I thought it would play out that way..

After about ten minutes of getting home, and it only being nine in the morning call me not the Katie I used to be but I just didn't feel like that sugar filled frosting cake at the moment. However Dougie did. We ended up with him bugging us to have "Mommy's" cake until we gave in and cut it at eleven thirty. (That way Doug could have some before he left.) After Doug left Dougie turned to me and said "Are you done having your birthday?" Hmm.. Usually I would say a big yes it's over let's not ever think about this again, but something about the way he put it made me think. So I looked at him and said, "No, this mom's' birthday last the whole week."
When I asked the boys what special lunch we should have for my birthday, Dougie replied with "You only get a cake mom." See I don't feel to bad about declaring my week.

Now making it through the week would be a nice thing. However it isn't my year for gracefully moving without getting myself hurt. All I'm going to say is hide and seek can hurt when your trying to hide from three boys hot on your trail..

Dougie's and Daxton's showdown at the store.

So yeah sometimes I get ahead of myself in life, and start to believe that maybe since the boys are getting bigger things might smooth out a bit. No. That's when I should have a little angel sitting on my shoulder to smack me upside the head for having such idiotic hopes.

I started to think maybe we had it down, that we could get through the store without a big scene. Well apparently I seem to don't know anything when it comes to predicting my kids. As usual at the store Friday afternoon, Daxton was being his self again. Running around all over, crashing into people, and causing people to notice him. This time how ever Dougie was taunting Daxton. Call me crazy but, even I know that you just don't want to push certain buttons when it comes to Daxton. So as it happened Dougie was pushing and bugging Daxton. Daxton finally had it and decided to tackle Dougie right there in the middle of one of the more populated isles in Wal-mart. Let me just say it's not the best moment for a mother, when you have to separate your children. One who had his breath knocked out of him, and another who happens to be acting like a transformer. At least they could entertain the bystanders.

Dougie seems to be doing pretty good this week. I caught him demonstrating the chest compressions for CPR on Daxton a few nights ago. That is another new thing that I have no clue as how he came across it.

Daxton has taken the liberty to cuss for me. I was downstairs decided that I could play the Nintendo, told Daxton to come watch. Daxton came walking over and said, "Are you going to beat that damn castle mom?" Okay I know I really need to put a plug in my mouth sometimes.

Connor is still being just as busy as ever and has shown us that he can discipline himself. He can put himself on time out and say "No, No," to himself. I think he's just trying to help me save my energy for the bigger two..

So now my new thing is to come to the realization that I cannot predict what my boys are going to do.. I think that's one thing kids do is keep you on your feet.

Personal space???

Personal space, yeah I heard about that once upon a time. You know before three boys decided to make sure that my every move needed to be tracked. Like not having to hold the closet door closed while I get dressed, or having little fingers appear under the other side of doors when I just want a few minutes without a child clinging to my leg. Seriously if we make it out of renting this house without a door being broke down, I might just have to buy them something for such a special occasion.

Sunday I laid in bed with a migraine. With Doug home I thought what the heck I should be able to lay here and let him take care of boys. No. You see this is where I go wrong. I just have to accept the fact that my thinking is not going to go along with the boys. As hard as Doug tried to keep them out, they made it through his defenses. Dougie would run in every twenty minutes asking, "Mom when your head quits hurting can you play the video game?" Connor would come in crying about something he wasn't getting his way at. He would then proceed to pull the pillows of my head, and hit me on the side of my head a pull my hair until I gave into him so I wouldn't have to listen to him. Daxton, well sometimes I believe that he might actually be a angel. Daxton would come check on me, he would lay down by me and say "I took the hurt all out and through it out the window mom. Okay."

I've had to come to the realization that my littlest is not really a little baby anymore. I came to this conclusion when he told me last week that he wanted Grandpa. Okay that one took me by surprise. Usually he wants his Grandma not Grandpa. I had to clear this up by saying "you want No, no." (Which is what he knows Grandpa by.)Yes that is who the little guy wanted. Connor has watched the other two boys that now he has his own little world he seems to be living in.

The good thing about the past few weeks is that the potty training with Daxton, is finally clicking. Oh ya one left to go.. I have been reprimanded by him a few times in the past few days. Daxton knows what bad words his mother is not supposed to be saying. So it takes me a few seconds to realize what I've said, when Daxton says "Mom that's a bad word and your not supposed to say it." Now I know that I need to start paying attention to what I'm saying.

Dougie has informed me that his little buddy at school has the same shirt that he has. So when they wear them on the same day, he tells me that makes them Eddy brothers. I have no clue as to what that really means, only that they are villains. I guess maybe I might get to see what it means Friday, at Dougie's class party.

We have also set a new record for no one drawing blood. It's been since last Thursday and counting. I have just become faster at realizing when things are going to get to the point where I need to get between a couple of angry little boys.

Bloody noses...

There have been days that I wish I had the camera in my hand recording Doug's little minions. The last three days would have been those kind of days. Nothing to big happened, no great story. Just those moments that catch you by surprise and make you want to fall on the floor and laugh, but you can't because their watching, their always watching.

Dougie I have come to the conclusion watches way to much t.v. I learned this the other day when I was busy cleaning up another one of Connor's attempts at flooding the kitchen floor in an attempt to make a slippery tiled wet floor where he slides across it on his belly. Dougie come over to me and said "Mom you need a shamwow." I admit it took me awhile to understand what he was talking about. He even described it to me, telling me all about what it did. I finally figured it out he was repeating a info commercial. He was so good at telling me about it that I almost bought one from him. Another thing I noticed about letting him watch t.v. is that he knows that another Transformer movie is coming out. Great what we just needed around here.

Daxton proved to me that I need to cut the umbilical cord from him. I learned this at a playgroup where Daxton sat by me and glared at all the other kids. He took off the moment I said we needed to go and before I could get Connor ready he was standing at the door waiting to be out of there. He believes that he only needs Dougie to play. He also believes that if he closes his eyes you don't exist, and anything you say he doesn't hear. When he does listen to me he basically gives me this smile and looks at me like "It's okay we know your crazy, but we still love you."

Connor is another story, He's the one I think I would like to put a camera on at all times. He's not scared of anyone anymore. He literally runs up to people he's seen once and demands that they pick him up. He also has to wave and say hi to anyone that he can. We had an episode with him yesterday where he was mad at everyone. He was yelling "I hate you." (picked that up from the other two.) and started throwing his toys. He would then run up to us and with veins about to implode yelled, "I breaking my toys." I really wish that I could have had our camera for that one. I was laughing so hard that Doug had to get after him, which didn't help since Doug was laughing just as much. Barbarian indeed.

I have only had one minor occurrence with the boys fighting this week. They learned that if you punch someone hard enough in the nose it bleeds. Thanks to Daxton getting mad at Dougie and Dougie bleeding all over the kitchen floor, I had to put a stop to Dougie retaliating. They also learned that they don't like to be told their not allowed to play with each other anymore. I think I will use that in the future.

I give.............

Okay it's Superbowl Sunday, and the boys are excited. Yeah your probably thinking what are they excited about they don't really pay attention that. Well it comes down to the fact that they see junk food and know that when they see all that food they are going to have a party. Even Doug lucked out he had early flights today and will be here to watch the game with me. Go Cardinals.............

So I have come to the conclusion that the boys are quit entertaining. Friday we had the primary leaders over. Dougie ignored them, Daxton glared then rolled his eyes then pretended that they couldn't see him. Connor took another approach, he was really friendly at first then went after them with his sword. Lucky for me I caught him in mid attack, so no one was hit.

I've been trying for two weeks to get the boys to pick up their mess of toys in their bedroom. I finally had, had enough and put them on their beds until they could help pick up this is what I hear them muttering. Dougie "Bo I don't like her again." Daxton "She needs to just pick them up." Dougie "Let's go live somewhere else. Daxton "I can't pick up my mess, it hurts me." Yeah usually I would just ignore them. But I didn't I gave them what I thought was a nice lecture on how if they went to live somewhere else (Grandparents, is what they tell me.) that they would still have to pick up their toys. By the end of my lecture I noticed that Daxton was laughing at me and Dougie had his "whatever you say crazy lady," expression. I gave up and told them not to get off their beds until Doug got home. Which was only ten minutes later.

I don't quit know what to do with them I had two running around with war paint, swords and in their underwear one night. Which later I discovered was my make-up. I had Daxton discover the words "just shut up." and is telling everyone that. Connor has been given a new nickname "Connor the barbarian." So that should just tell you that the boys have continued their reign of terror on me this week.

I think I need a vacation from them...........