pushing up the stakes...

Today Doug watched the boys while I was in and out of the house most of the day. I can honestly say that he has survived, he's not in the best of moods, but most importantly he survived and so did the boys. I do know at one point as Doug was trying to put the boys into the car to go pick up Dougie from school, when he finally got them in I heard him say "holy crap." Yes Doug got a little taste of what I go through everyday trying to get the kids from point A to point B, without losing a child in the process.

This last weekend I found myself wondering what my life would be like if I didn't have them. My conclusion is that it would be boring and pointless, I wouldn't get the entertainment that seems to be what my life is. However they do keep me on my toes on the new things they seem to come up with. Yeah so it's nothing new when I hear them arguing but, when it's about who's going to get their mustache first, then I know that I still haven't heard everything in life just yet. Yes I listened to Dougie and Daxton argue over which one was going to get their mustache first. Apparently Daxton seems to think that he's getting his before Dougie. When I tried to explain that Dougie will probably grow his first. Well that's when I learned that boys don't grow mustaches but, that you buy them. By the end of that wonderful conversation that I had with a six and three year old I was wondering where the hell Doug was when they come up with these things.

I can now say that they do have some of my blood in them. Yes it's started, the boys are now trying to take it up a notch of trying to see how much hair mom can lose this week. So I had just gotten off the phone talking to my mom when Dougie says "hey mom watch this." Okay many things come to my mind when I hear them say this phrase, whats going to get broken, who's going to get hurt, etc. This time I got to watch as my oldest child pushed my middle child who happened to be sitting on one of those inflatable punching bags down the stairs. I didn't have time to reach him, I could hear myself yelling at them and I think there might have been some praying too. But, then I noticed he was ridding it down the steps and it wasn't going to fast and he was laughing. They spent an hour testing this out, and I finally had to put a stop to it when I noticed them eying the laundry baskets. So, I say again yes, the boys are really pushing the stakes up a little more.

They're after me lucky charms!!

Okay I have to admit that I was the one who had the boys running around saying "They're after me lucky charms." All I have to say to that is it was funny. What I really wanted to do this year for St. Patrick's day, is dress my boys up as Leprechauns. Unfortunately Doug had a say in it, he didn't think the boys would like that to much. I gave that to him since I couldn't quit find the right hats. So yesterday Doug driving DG, around on errands they of course came across a leprechaun. Doug called me telling me that they we're seeing a leprechaun. What Doug didn't know was that I had told the boys about Leprechauns. So he was a bit surprised that when Dougie saw this leprechaun that he told his dad that they needed to catch it so they could get it's pot of gold. The funniest thing about St.Patrick's day this year is that Dougie over the past few days has been talking about this Patrick. Yes, I am going to just admit this I really wasn't connecting the whole St. Patrick with this Patrick that Dougie kept talking about, at one point I thought it was another friend of his at school. Then this morning it came all to clear and had me laughing about it for quit some time. Dougie has been thinking that we were celebrating St.Patrick's day for the Patrick off Spongebob this whole time. I think that explains why he looked at me weird when I made him where green yesterday.

Life around here has been busy for us and since it's now spring I think it's only going to keep that way. The boys are still running us around in circles. Dougie's new thing is to tell me that he no longer has to listen to me or help me. Hurray for me pre-teens seems to be starting early with this one. Especially since he belives that we should treat ever day as if it is his birthday. I guess it's time for me to pull up my sleeves and prepare for this next stage.

I spend all my time anymore chasing after Daxton. The worst is when we go shopping anywhere. Which Doug now realizes why I don't take the two little ones anywhere without him. Although we have learned that if you give him something to carry he will carry it thinking it's an important job he's helping with. Which at our expense yes having those doughnuts is important. You know it beats having him carry those instead of me trying to figure out which aisle, or clothes rack he's hiding in.

Connor has watched his brother's so much that he acts like a mix of the two. Which I like to call, "Weapon of destruction Brown model #3." Funniest thing is that anymore people are always asking us if Connor and Daxton are twins. I do have to admit that I do want to say yes at times, but when I tell them that their a year apart they just don't want to believe me. I do know that if you hear Dougie laughing Connor is up to something and usually it's not a good thing. He has now become Dougie's new minion. I do know what older brother's are capable of. You know use the little brother to do your work so you don't get caught.

Life around here is entertaining with them, I'm just happy that we haven't had any floods, or things being broken around here. Hopefully it will stay that way for a few days, well until they get bored.

ripped his pants.....

Boys, boys, boys. Now I know that God had a sense of humor when he created little boys. That or he really just likes to watch me squirm. But, I think that I'm going to go with the first.

I know that kids really love cartoons, my kids do taking it to a point of reenacting the episodes over after watching them. Transformer's are a given at our house, never a moment when Daxton isn't transforming into something. Lately besides transforming, they have decided that playing Sponge bob is just as fun. In this one instance the boys had watched the episode where sponge bob rips his pants, and sings about it. Now most of you now can imagine what happened today. Yes the boys ran around playing like they had ripped their pants, I finally put a stop to it when Dougie actually ripped his underwear, and ran around the house laughing about it. I will never understand why...

Every time we come home from visiting the grandparents the same routine with Dougie happens. First he says "Man I'm happy to be home." That I know will change within the next few hours too, "I hate it here I want to live back there." (Which happens to be with the Grandparents.) Followed by hours of him crying that he doesn't want to be here and that he's just going to take all his stuff and leave. Daxton and Connor seem to be okay with the whole process of coming back and fourth. I'm just hoping that Dougie will adjust for the better.

Daxton, I know should be on that old show of "Kids say the darnedest things." He is always catching me off guard when he says things. Lately he says, "that's sweet," or "oh tarter sauce." Although tonight was one of those moments when I realize that I really need to zip my mouth shut at times, especially when Daxton said "What the heck." Yeah I know bad Katie. Someday I might be flogged for it, but for now I think I will just try to think before I speak.

Conner has become one of those people that stand in the background, and when something happens to you he's there to go "ha ha." You could be hit in the head with a shoe, Frisbee, or even slip and fall. He will of course be there and you will know it's him when you hear, "ha ha ha." Just what I needed to be laughed at by my own two year old. Glad I can be his amusement.

However there is one thing that I have noticed with my boys, and that's when there are others around their easier to handle. When it's just me with them well that's when I see the wheels turning in their heads. We might just have to visit the Grandparents more often. That way I can stay sane. I'm just going to point this out, that this might not be the best post, it might not even make much sense. I really have no excuse but, I'm tired. Go ahead blame me it was posted at twenty til midnight. Why was I up?? Answer is simple boys, boys, boys. Gotta love them..

Six years ago I had my first baby boy. Doug was at Fort Lewis getting ready to go to Iraq, and I was in the hospital thinking "I'm not ready for this. Doug's supposed to be here, he's the one out of the two of us that knows anything about baby's."

Yes I am now the mother of a six year old. I guess everyone is right when they say that they grow up to fast. I realized this and tried to make his last moments of being a five year old last. Doug finally had to point it out and, yes I do admit I don't like it one bit. He won't even let me call him baby anymore. No Dougie says "Mom I'm a big boy now." I have a feeling he's only going to keep growing and maturing.

We have been very busy this week. Monday Grandpa and Grandma came over. The boys had a good time being around their grandparents but, this time it wasn't Daxton crying because they had to go home, no he already told me that morning "their just going to go home again." At least he is starting to understand that they can't stay forever as he would wish. However Connor was the one who ended up crying for his Grandma. I did explain that we we're going to see them again in a few days.

Tuesday I stayed close to my bed due to the constant sicknesses that Dougie and Doug seem to bring home to us. Poor Doug had to deal with the boys, I would feel bad but I don't..

Wednesday brought on a day of searching for the right couch. If there is any advice that I can ever offer anyone that is never, and I do put emphasis on this never take children to furniture stores. For one reason your constantly chasing them through what they believe is a fun place full of interesting things to jump and hide on. At one place the salesman informed me that they have actually had to lock down the store before searching for lost children. By the time we had found the furniture we wanted I decided never again will I bring children who feel the need to lay on everything, demonstrate how to jump from one couch to the next, and decide where the best hiding places where.

Thursday we decided that maybe we would start Dougie's birthday a little early. That way Doug could have cake. So yes I made a cake and then made cupcakes for Dougie's class for today. Dougie even got his new bike early.

Today Dougie's had his reign all day. I took in his cupcakes to his class and heard him tell everyone "You have to all wait until I take the first bite to eat yours, because I'm the birthday boy." Sad thing the kids did wait, when he made himself king is beyond me. We have heard that all day "I'm the birthday boy, so what I say goes." Yes I admit that I have spoiled these guys on their b-days, now they are proclaiming themselves kings. Good thing they only get one day a year.