You know when you get that feeling like somethings watching you. Like maybe you've become the prey of someone's attention. Unfortunately that became the case for me the other day. Vacuuming the stairs the other day I became the target of Dougie, Daxton and Connor's undivided attention. I was on the third step heading up when I had that feeling pass over me, I turned around and yes, there they where. They'd pulled out their little folding chairs and were sitting their watching me. "Your our new show," coming from Dougie. I guess that's what I get for shutting their cartoons off and making them clean. Bad thing about is that they followed me around like that for the rest of the day, every time I turned around there they where with their folding chairs.
This week Dougie's being a little easier to get along with. I think that I might have to start worrying, this just doesn't seem right. Who knows maybe he's just getting older and realizing that he doesn't always get his way on things. No personally I have a feeling that he will be back to normal next week, if not tomorrow.
Daxton, well I don't know if you can call him Daxton anymore. These past few days he's decided on a new name for everyday. Friday he was Laser, Saturday he was Iceey, Sunday he was snowy, Monday he was thunder, and Tuesday he was racer. Today I have know what idea what to call him he hasn't given me his daily run down on life and what I need to do to make him happy.
Connor has decided that he's got to show some muscle lately. He's been picking more fights with Daxton more than normal. He tried to push Daxton down the stairs at one point. Thankfully Daxton could hold his own until I could get to Connor. Connor doesn't dare pick so many fights with Dougie, I think he's realized that Dougie is a lot bigger than Daxton and just laughs at him and pushes him down.
Doug and I had our first glimpse into what lie's ahead of us. This has happened a lot lately. It's not a good sign around here anymore that all three are getting along. You know something is coming when those three are running off together. We saw this the other day when the boys decided that they wanted popcorn. Instead of waiting for us to run to the store and buying more microwave popcorn the other day they decided that they where going to just take matters into their own hands. They got my air popper out and made popcorn. Needless to say their was popcorn all over after that. Team work is a good thing, but scary when these three put their heads together.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Connor has new diet.
Another one of those weeks where I wonder exactly why boys have to be so gross or why they do the things that they do. I never really have quit figured out what goes on in these three boys heads. I see the wheels turning all the time, sometimes I'm wary, and a little scared to see what they are going to pull next.
Doug's learned that he really has to watch what he says around the two year old this week. Let me just say it throws you for a minute when you hear little Connor telling you he's going to kick my well you fill in the blank. I do admit I might have laughed a little when I walked away. But, I didn't laugh when I heard him cussing again after his dad said a few words that I will not repeat. Let's just say that it made Doug open his eyes to the fact that his three boys are always listening.
The boys have been wearing themselves out these last few weeks with their little friends. All I can say is it's good it's bad. The good thing is that they are always easy to put to bed and are sleeping in a little in the mornings. The bad is I'm always chasing a two and four year old around the neighborhood.
Dougie's been having fun standing outside telling everyone what they could and couldn't do. I can always tell where he is due to the fact that all you have to do is give it five minutes and he's yelling somewhere at something that everyone isn't doing right that he thinks they need to. Today I got the pleasure of walking down the aisle at the grocery store to have him tailing me yelling at me that he hates me. I'm not going to lie I go a few looks from bystanders but, couldn't really put any effort in caring seeing how I think I have just gotten to the point where I know that you can't say anything to him without a huge argument. Sometimes it's just better to ignore things.
Daxton has been busy trying to grow up too fast. He came to me the other day and since Connor had climbed up on my lap he decided that he needed "to hold the baby." Yeah that didn't go well with Connor. He later came upstairs to get Connor to go downstairs and play. Since I was trying to get Connor to take a nap I told Daxton he was going to sleep. Yeah try telling Daxton anything is pointless anymore. He just looked at me and said, "give me the baby I'll carry him downstairs." He's even gotten to the point where he believes that if he picks up a toy or two he's done his share of cleaning up. "I'm worn out," "I'm exhausted," are his excuses for why he can't help anymore.
Connor has shown me that boys really are disgusting at times. I spent all week with the boys finding those potatoe bugs and playing with them, that I would have never thought Connor of actually doing what he did when Daxton brought one inside. Daxton came in saying that he had a new pet. (which was the bug.) Connor waited until Daxton dropped it and the apparently picked it up and ate it. All I knew is that Daxton started crying and when I looked at Connor he just smiled, pointed to himself and said, "I ate it." Believe me I searched the carpet for it I just didn't want to think that he would do that. I had a long talk with him about eating bugs was a no no. I think I going to have to keep a closer eye on him when it comes to bugs.
It's been another week with these guys and we've only had two doors broken this week. Thankfully Doug knows how to fix things.
Doug's learned that he really has to watch what he says around the two year old this week. Let me just say it throws you for a minute when you hear little Connor telling you he's going to kick my well you fill in the blank. I do admit I might have laughed a little when I walked away. But, I didn't laugh when I heard him cussing again after his dad said a few words that I will not repeat. Let's just say that it made Doug open his eyes to the fact that his three boys are always listening.
The boys have been wearing themselves out these last few weeks with their little friends. All I can say is it's good it's bad. The good thing is that they are always easy to put to bed and are sleeping in a little in the mornings. The bad is I'm always chasing a two and four year old around the neighborhood.
Dougie's been having fun standing outside telling everyone what they could and couldn't do. I can always tell where he is due to the fact that all you have to do is give it five minutes and he's yelling somewhere at something that everyone isn't doing right that he thinks they need to. Today I got the pleasure of walking down the aisle at the grocery store to have him tailing me yelling at me that he hates me. I'm not going to lie I go a few looks from bystanders but, couldn't really put any effort in caring seeing how I think I have just gotten to the point where I know that you can't say anything to him without a huge argument. Sometimes it's just better to ignore things.
Daxton has been busy trying to grow up too fast. He came to me the other day and since Connor had climbed up on my lap he decided that he needed "to hold the baby." Yeah that didn't go well with Connor. He later came upstairs to get Connor to go downstairs and play. Since I was trying to get Connor to take a nap I told Daxton he was going to sleep. Yeah try telling Daxton anything is pointless anymore. He just looked at me and said, "give me the baby I'll carry him downstairs." He's even gotten to the point where he believes that if he picks up a toy or two he's done his share of cleaning up. "I'm worn out," "I'm exhausted," are his excuses for why he can't help anymore.
Connor has shown me that boys really are disgusting at times. I spent all week with the boys finding those potatoe bugs and playing with them, that I would have never thought Connor of actually doing what he did when Daxton brought one inside. Daxton came in saying that he had a new pet. (which was the bug.) Connor waited until Daxton dropped it and the apparently picked it up and ate it. All I knew is that Daxton started crying and when I looked at Connor he just smiled, pointed to himself and said, "I ate it." Believe me I searched the carpet for it I just didn't want to think that he would do that. I had a long talk with him about eating bugs was a no no. I think I going to have to keep a closer eye on him when it comes to bugs.
It's been another week with these guys and we've only had two doors broken this week. Thankfully Doug knows how to fix things.
Monday, June 15, 2009
catching Connor
I have learned that maybe I haven't quit mastered the art of true "grouchy, leave me alone, I'm to onry to be around," attitude that I thought I had. No,I learned that I have the house that all the neighbor kids want to hang out at. I'm the person that they are all eager to tell everything they know to. To be honest there are just some things that I do not need to know. I did learn that I am not like every other mom. When it rains if there is no lighting or thunder I just let the kids be and we play in it. Not the other kids as soon as there is a hint of a drop those kids go running to take cover inside or under umbrella's. What can I say I love rain, and I see no problems with splashing in puddles.
I have had one of those weeks where I just watch the clock and count down to when Doug gets home so that I can look at him and point at his youngest son and say "he's all yours." I'm just going to say that I really, really hate chasing a two year old up and down the streets. Although at one point (on Doug's watch) he actually couldn't be found for a few minutes until Doug discovered him over and down one street. To say Connor can attract Grandma's is putting it mildly. He had some lady chasing after him because he'd gotten away from all of us and no one could find him thankfully he had an angel watching. I think he is blaming us for the lack of not seeing his favorite person his "true grandma." He actually has started adopting Grandma's over here. He even had the neighbor take him for a walk just down the back road here and back. Since she was wearing her sunglasses he made her come back so that he could wear his. I do think we're going to have to go visit his Grandma soon, I'm tired of him crying about it and having me call you all the time mom. I'm starting to feel like the middleman, the go between if he doesn't have his dad or grandma then I guess he just settles for me until one shows up. Then I'm not so great.
Daxton has been a little easier to be around this week. I have had the proper instruction on how to transform correctly. I also got a lesson on how to talk like a transformer. I've even been taught how pirates walk the plank right. I have also had it pointed out by Doug that he's not going to be so easy for me to mess with his head. Apparently he's too much like me. Living in his own world, you know sometimes I think that just fine.
Dougie I pointed out to Doug (since he pointed out Daxton was like me)that his son Dougie jr., well he's just like his dad. I have had to start work on trying to make Dougie realize that not everything has to be so serious all the time. That people do joke with each other. My mistake the day I pointed it out, it became aprils fools day all over again. Yep just like his father that one. I did end up soaked twice with Dougie laughing so hard he couldn't get up. Belive me when I say that was one long day.
I am hoping that maybe for this week I won't have to chase Connor down the streets, and that maybe we can go a day without Daxton taking twenty minutes to transform, (I told him he could probalby do that a little faster and he told me "You have to do it right.") And I am really hoping that Dougie will not dictate to much this week to everyone.
I have had one of those weeks where I just watch the clock and count down to when Doug gets home so that I can look at him and point at his youngest son and say "he's all yours." I'm just going to say that I really, really hate chasing a two year old up and down the streets. Although at one point (on Doug's watch) he actually couldn't be found for a few minutes until Doug discovered him over and down one street. To say Connor can attract Grandma's is putting it mildly. He had some lady chasing after him because he'd gotten away from all of us and no one could find him thankfully he had an angel watching. I think he is blaming us for the lack of not seeing his favorite person his "true grandma." He actually has started adopting Grandma's over here. He even had the neighbor take him for a walk just down the back road here and back. Since she was wearing her sunglasses he made her come back so that he could wear his. I do think we're going to have to go visit his Grandma soon, I'm tired of him crying about it and having me call you all the time mom. I'm starting to feel like the middleman, the go between if he doesn't have his dad or grandma then I guess he just settles for me until one shows up. Then I'm not so great.
Daxton has been a little easier to be around this week. I have had the proper instruction on how to transform correctly. I also got a lesson on how to talk like a transformer. I've even been taught how pirates walk the plank right. I have also had it pointed out by Doug that he's not going to be so easy for me to mess with his head. Apparently he's too much like me. Living in his own world, you know sometimes I think that just fine.
Dougie I pointed out to Doug (since he pointed out Daxton was like me)that his son Dougie jr., well he's just like his dad. I have had to start work on trying to make Dougie realize that not everything has to be so serious all the time. That people do joke with each other. My mistake the day I pointed it out, it became aprils fools day all over again. Yep just like his father that one. I did end up soaked twice with Dougie laughing so hard he couldn't get up. Belive me when I say that was one long day.
I am hoping that maybe for this week I won't have to chase Connor down the streets, and that maybe we can go a day without Daxton taking twenty minutes to transform, (I told him he could probalby do that a little faster and he told me "You have to do it right.") And I am really hoping that Dougie will not dictate to much this week to everyone.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Connor vs. Goliath
So lately I've tried being a nice person. Yeah I know amazing isn't it? But, where does this niceness get me. It get's our family what we call "The family stalker." One day when the boys where outside playing with Doug a kid showed up. Now usually you think hmm okay but, not this kid. This kid is a big and I do mean a big ten year old. He is always coming over. To be honest with you some days I'm a little scared to look out the window. Because it does happen, you look out there's the kid looking in. I let him play for a little while the whole time with me telling him to knock the crap off he seems to be pulling. It always comes down to the same old thing, me telling him to go home. We had one day where I had sent him home only to be sitting out on the porch ten minutes later discussing with the boys that they could play in the water. A few minutes later yes here comes this kid who you know has been listening to us. When I asked him why he was back he said "I told my grandpa that we were going to play in the water." Needless to say I decided to let them play in the water and took great satisfaction in soaking him with the hose. Who says somethings can't be therapeutic? He has also shown us that even if I lock the back porch and the doors to the house, that he will still break in and enter because he thinks it's funny. To say that, that day when that had happened my niceness decided to take a quick vacation. Now I'm starting to see that not only are we wary of this kid so is the rest of the neighborhood. In the past few days our house has become the place where the neighborhood kids all like to hang out at. Oh goody. All I can hope for is that school will start up again. Or maybe I need to take the kids on a trip.
Usually it's Daxton that I'm always shaking my head and trying to figure out where to even begin with him, however this time I am thinking that way with Dougie. Dougie's been on a roll lately. The other day Connor came running up to me holding his eye saying that he got sprayed.(he never did say who had actually done it.) Connor was smelling like WD-40, so I knew that they had gotten into their dads room again and climbed the shelves. After I had gotten Connor's eye all washed out and figured he was going to be fine, I decided to confront the offender. I walked downstairs to have Dougie pointing at Daxton that he'd done it. Now I am going to admit that I should have realized that Dougie was way to eager for Daxton to be in trouble but, I didn't pay attention due to the fact that I was upset. So after lecturing Daxton and putting him on his bed. Dougie finally confessed that he was the one who had done it. Yeah to tell you that I was happy about finding out Dougie was willing to let his brother take his punishment for him is saying it way to lightly. So knowing that he is now capable of lying to me I have to wonder now, which will bring me to my next story. Dougie has this little friend that we call Dougie's little "girlfriend." Yesterday with eight kids running through the house two of the older girls came to me and told me that while they we're all playing pirates that they had caught Dougie and this little girl kissing. Now being his mother I do not want to believe it. The kids are saying so but, Dougie is adamantly saying no. So I asked him to please don't do that until he's fifty, by then I think that I can handle it. I did however catch her blowing kisses to him while she was leaving yesterday. I know my mind is now just telling me I'm seeing things. At least that's just what I want to believe.
I am still having those frustrtating moments with Daxton. I am starting to believe that I'm not going to win any battles with that one. His new thing is to look at me when he's not getting his way and say "Stupid mom." Then when he's sent to his room he immediatly tells me that he meant "I love you mom."
So here brings me to my best story of the week. The "stalker," had come over when I happened to be downstairs cleaning up the boys toys. (Bet you can't guess that the boys where upstairs not helping.) I hear the boys running around and realize yes the kid was over again. Then Connor came downstairs cussing that they had hurt him, and before I could do anything he said "I'm going to get him." and off Connor went. The next thing I knew Connor had gone upstairs waited until the kid ran through the kitchen, and took a stool and shoved it at him knocking the kid down. Connor then came back to me and said "I got him." Yes my two year old took on a ten year old. I probably should not be to happy about that but, come on it's funny especially if you knew this ten year old. I guess it just goes to the fact that you don't really want to get on Connor's bad side.
Yep it's been a very buisy week for us here. Very entertaining and for some reason I think I want to take a vacation from it. Maybe just an hour of peace would be nice.
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Usually it's Daxton that I'm always shaking my head and trying to figure out where to even begin with him, however this time I am thinking that way with Dougie. Dougie's been on a roll lately. The other day Connor came running up to me holding his eye saying that he got sprayed.(he never did say who had actually done it.) Connor was smelling like WD-40, so I knew that they had gotten into their dads room again and climbed the shelves. After I had gotten Connor's eye all washed out and figured he was going to be fine, I decided to confront the offender. I walked downstairs to have Dougie pointing at Daxton that he'd done it. Now I am going to admit that I should have realized that Dougie was way to eager for Daxton to be in trouble but, I didn't pay attention due to the fact that I was upset. So after lecturing Daxton and putting him on his bed. Dougie finally confessed that he was the one who had done it. Yeah to tell you that I was happy about finding out Dougie was willing to let his brother take his punishment for him is saying it way to lightly. So knowing that he is now capable of lying to me I have to wonder now, which will bring me to my next story. Dougie has this little friend that we call Dougie's little "girlfriend." Yesterday with eight kids running through the house two of the older girls came to me and told me that while they we're all playing pirates that they had caught Dougie and this little girl kissing. Now being his mother I do not want to believe it. The kids are saying so but, Dougie is adamantly saying no. So I asked him to please don't do that until he's fifty, by then I think that I can handle it. I did however catch her blowing kisses to him while she was leaving yesterday. I know my mind is now just telling me I'm seeing things. At least that's just what I want to believe.
I am still having those frustrtating moments with Daxton. I am starting to believe that I'm not going to win any battles with that one. His new thing is to look at me when he's not getting his way and say "Stupid mom." Then when he's sent to his room he immediatly tells me that he meant "I love you mom."
So here brings me to my best story of the week. The "stalker," had come over when I happened to be downstairs cleaning up the boys toys. (Bet you can't guess that the boys where upstairs not helping.) I hear the boys running around and realize yes the kid was over again. Then Connor came downstairs cussing that they had hurt him, and before I could do anything he said "I'm going to get him." and off Connor went. The next thing I knew Connor had gone upstairs waited until the kid ran through the kitchen, and took a stool and shoved it at him knocking the kid down. Connor then came back to me and said "I got him." Yes my two year old took on a ten year old. I probably should not be to happy about that but, come on it's funny especially if you knew this ten year old. I guess it just goes to the fact that you don't really want to get on Connor's bad side.
Yep it's been a very buisy week for us here. Very entertaining and for some reason I think I want to take a vacation from it. Maybe just an hour of peace would be nice.
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Buzz cut anyone?
Scissors, water, conversations with a four year old, a two year old who believes all he needs is Dad, A six year old who constantly asks, "when can I get out of here." and a mother trying not to go insane. Yep you've entered the Brown zone.
So I've had to wonder,,.. How many times is it going to take before I can get it through Junior's head (Junior being Dougie) that maybe he doesn't need to play with scissors. No matter where I seem to hide all the scissors in this house Dougie can track them down when "Dad and Mom are not looking." This weeks escapades with scissors has not gone well, I'm just putting that lightly. I sent Doug downstairs the other day and he discovered that in the ten minutes that Dougie had gone down there that he had taken a pair of scissors for a joyride. The futon cover had been hacked on one side, a sleeping bags cords had been cut off, the crane on a toy truck got the nix, Doug's books in his work room got stylized, and of course the seat covers that Doug has been working hard on got it too. Yeah Doug wasn't impressed. You'd think that after having to sit on his bed for the night would have gotten through his head. No it didn't, and you all knew I was going to say that. Let's just say I have three little boys with buzz cuts now. Yes I have hidden the scissors again.
I have one name who I swear is going to be the one who pushes me over to the loony side. That name you have already guessed DAXTON. I've decided that when life gets to be feeling like too much I just sit down and have a conversation with him. Doug swears that Daxton takes after me. I do admit that he does to a point, but he's got a little extra to him. These last few weeks have been quit fun listening to what is going to come next out of his mouth. The kid has a huge vocabulary for his age. One day he looked at Dougie and said "What's that vial stench." He calls Connor "Pier," and yesterday sitting by him he told me to just shake my booty. Which then he demonstrated on how to properly shake the butt. With Daxton everything has a name and there is always a conversation going on with or without someone there. I might just have to start recording him.
Connor is dutifully following the examples set by his older brothers. Some days he keeps up with them and other days he just doesn't care. He always wants to be trailing after Doug but, as soon as it's bed time he then tells Doug "Go to work." Then of course I wake up through out the night to a two year old yelling at me, because I happen to not be attending to his majesties needs. I can only hope this is just a stage.
Besides learning that scissors are evil. the boys have been having a good first two weeks of summer. Watching the asphalt out back being pulled up and a new cement pad for them to ride bikes on being poured. Believe me when I say they have drilled those guys with the rundown of questions that could ever be thought up about the pouring of cement. The water playing and fights have started. And, yes every time you turn around your stepping in water. Really it's not the best time of the year to try to wear socks, you never know where the next step might be a booby trapped of spilled water. Last of all they know that there is a new Transformer movie coming out and even though we tell them probably not they keep coming up with reasons why they need to see it. My favorite, "If we don't see it we'll cry." I'm going to remember that for future reference.
So I've had to wonder,,.. How many times is it going to take before I can get it through Junior's head (Junior being Dougie) that maybe he doesn't need to play with scissors. No matter where I seem to hide all the scissors in this house Dougie can track them down when "Dad and Mom are not looking." This weeks escapades with scissors has not gone well, I'm just putting that lightly. I sent Doug downstairs the other day and he discovered that in the ten minutes that Dougie had gone down there that he had taken a pair of scissors for a joyride. The futon cover had been hacked on one side, a sleeping bags cords had been cut off, the crane on a toy truck got the nix, Doug's books in his work room got stylized, and of course the seat covers that Doug has been working hard on got it too. Yeah Doug wasn't impressed. You'd think that after having to sit on his bed for the night would have gotten through his head. No it didn't, and you all knew I was going to say that. Let's just say I have three little boys with buzz cuts now. Yes I have hidden the scissors again.
I have one name who I swear is going to be the one who pushes me over to the loony side. That name you have already guessed DAXTON. I've decided that when life gets to be feeling like too much I just sit down and have a conversation with him. Doug swears that Daxton takes after me. I do admit that he does to a point, but he's got a little extra to him. These last few weeks have been quit fun listening to what is going to come next out of his mouth. The kid has a huge vocabulary for his age. One day he looked at Dougie and said "What's that vial stench." He calls Connor "Pier," and yesterday sitting by him he told me to just shake my booty. Which then he demonstrated on how to properly shake the butt. With Daxton everything has a name and there is always a conversation going on with or without someone there. I might just have to start recording him.
Connor is dutifully following the examples set by his older brothers. Some days he keeps up with them and other days he just doesn't care. He always wants to be trailing after Doug but, as soon as it's bed time he then tells Doug "Go to work." Then of course I wake up through out the night to a two year old yelling at me, because I happen to not be attending to his majesties needs. I can only hope this is just a stage.
Besides learning that scissors are evil. the boys have been having a good first two weeks of summer. Watching the asphalt out back being pulled up and a new cement pad for them to ride bikes on being poured. Believe me when I say they have drilled those guys with the rundown of questions that could ever be thought up about the pouring of cement. The water playing and fights have started. And, yes every time you turn around your stepping in water. Really it's not the best time of the year to try to wear socks, you never know where the next step might be a booby trapped of spilled water. Last of all they know that there is a new Transformer movie coming out and even though we tell them probably not they keep coming up with reasons why they need to see it. My favorite, "If we don't see it we'll cry." I'm going to remember that for future reference.
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