As the boys spend yet another day fighting over Lil' Mr. N....
Mr. I, "Let me hold him".
Mr. N, "No, I am playing with him right now".
As I casually sit on the couch looking through ads, enters Mr. I.....
Mr. I, "MOOOOOOOOOM, I wish you would have had more babies so that I could have one to play with".
Friday, August 22, 2008
First Day of First Grade Food Fight
For those of you who don't already know, I have chosen to homeschool my boys. Thank you in advance for your prayers. I am sure I will need them. I have been doing some type of school with Mr. N and Mr. I since they were little. We started school this week and I am attempting to do both boys in the same grade. So far, so good. Note to self: It is only week 1. We are having fun but we have a lot of stuff going on. Also start out as an over-achiever and then realize I have to live in reality.
This summer the kids begged me to send them to school. They wanted to go to "real" school (thanks alot, I guess mommy's school isn't "real" enough for them, wonder if they know that I could change that). I asked them why they wanted to go to "real" school and Mr. I informed me that he wanted to pack his lunch in a lunchbox so he could eat his lunch during lunchtime. I told him that we can do that at our "real" school, so we did. Of course he chose a Star Wars lunch bag and Mr. N chose a Batman one.
So, on the first day of first grade we headed out to the picnic table for our lunch. I stepped inside to get the baby ready for a nap and pick some things up while the boys were entertained outside for the moment. Let me tell you, there were sure entertained. Mr. N. comes into the house with a look of utter disgust across his face. He is huffing and puffing and you can just tell he has HAD IT!
"Mom", he says, "do you see what my brother did to me", holding out his arms and exposing his extremely stained shirt.
"What on earth is all over your shirt?", I ask ever-so-calmly.
Apparently, Mr. I got the idea somewhere that part of lunchtime at school is having a food fight. He spit his food all over his older brother numerous times. I bet he had been planning that all summer long. Needless to say, Mr. I lost lunch packing privileges for the rest of the week. So, this is just a small glimpse of what school is like with boys. I am sure my boys are the ONLY ones who ever act like this. Please tell me they're not, PLEASE!?!?!?
This summer the kids begged me to send them to school. They wanted to go to "real" school (thanks alot, I guess mommy's school isn't "real" enough for them, wonder if they know that I could change that). I asked them why they wanted to go to "real" school and Mr. I informed me that he wanted to pack his lunch in a lunchbox so he could eat his lunch during lunchtime. I told him that we can do that at our "real" school, so we did. Of course he chose a Star Wars lunch bag and Mr. N chose a Batman one.
So, on the first day of first grade we headed out to the picnic table for our lunch. I stepped inside to get the baby ready for a nap and pick some things up while the boys were entertained outside for the moment. Let me tell you, there were sure entertained. Mr. N. comes into the house with a look of utter disgust across his face. He is huffing and puffing and you can just tell he has HAD IT!
"Mom", he says, "do you see what my brother did to me", holding out his arms and exposing his extremely stained shirt.
"What on earth is all over your shirt?", I ask ever-so-calmly.
Apparently, Mr. I got the idea somewhere that part of lunchtime at school is having a food fight. He spit his food all over his older brother numerous times. I bet he had been planning that all summer long. Needless to say, Mr. I lost lunch packing privileges for the rest of the week. So, this is just a small glimpse of what school is like with boys. I am sure my boys are the ONLY ones who ever act like this. Please tell me they're not, PLEASE!?!?!?
Monday, August 18, 2008
Grasshopper Speghetti Anyone?
This is one of those, I am definitely am surrounded by boys, post. My brother and sister and their families were in town for the weekend (we missed you H &K). With that said I am sure there may be a funny post to read in the near future regarding our kid-free night out on the town. Sorry folks but you will just have to wait....in anxious anticipation.....on the edge of your seat.....etc,etc for that post.
Okay onto what happened in my boy filled world. I was preparing dinner for the family while the boys were outside playing (Grandma and Grandpa were outside working on the yard). Anyway, Mr. I comes into the house with a somewhat suspicious grin on his precious little face. He says, "Hey mom I got something for you". More times than I care to mention I have had great little critters bestowed on me in one manner or another. This particular evening was no different. As I stand, slaving over (not really) my gourmet spaghetti (again, not really) Mr. I just continues with his mischievous grin.
I tell him he better not be planning to throw anything at me. With his little hand cupped tightly around something I knew he was definitely plotting something. I again tell him that I am cooking and he better not throw anything at me, especially while I am cooking. He just looks right at me with a huge grin and chunks a grasshopper right at me. I of course squeal in feigned fear and he laughs hysterically and runs back outside.
Later that evening I asked everyone if they enjoyed their grasshopper spaghetti. No response. We are all pretty much inoculated into the boy-filled life I live. Good thing, my three anti-bug nieces hadn't arrived quite yet. I am sure I will continue to live a bug-filled, boy-filled, dirt-filled (you get the picture) life.
Until next time, enjoy your little guys and all their bug fetishes.
Okay onto what happened in my boy filled world. I was preparing dinner for the family while the boys were outside playing (Grandma and Grandpa were outside working on the yard). Anyway, Mr. I comes into the house with a somewhat suspicious grin on his precious little face. He says, "Hey mom I got something for you". More times than I care to mention I have had great little critters bestowed on me in one manner or another. This particular evening was no different. As I stand, slaving over (not really) my gourmet spaghetti (again, not really) Mr. I just continues with his mischievous grin.
I tell him he better not be planning to throw anything at me. With his little hand cupped tightly around something I knew he was definitely plotting something. I again tell him that I am cooking and he better not throw anything at me, especially while I am cooking. He just looks right at me with a huge grin and chunks a grasshopper right at me. I of course squeal in feigned fear and he laughs hysterically and runs back outside.
Later that evening I asked everyone if they enjoyed their grasshopper spaghetti. No response. We are all pretty much inoculated into the boy-filled life I live. Good thing, my three anti-bug nieces hadn't arrived quite yet. I am sure I will continue to live a bug-filled, boy-filled, dirt-filled (you get the picture) life.
Until next time, enjoy your little guys and all their bug fetishes.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Too Much Hunting?!?!?
My boys love to tell me all about their bad dreams, some of which are quite vivid. Mr. N wanted to tell me all about this dream he had the other night. I hate to admit that most of the time I just pretend I am listening, they seriously could tell me dreams ALL DAY LONG. I am trying to be better at always taking advantage of the moment because before long getting them to tell me anything will be like pulling teeth. Okay on to the dream.
Mr. N: Okay, so there was this bad guy chasing us, but I couldn't tell who it was because he was dressed kinda dark. We were runnning really fast away from him and then we were at home and our new dad (Me: (thinking) New dad?) was making dinner. He was making burritos and I told him I liked his burritos but that I kinda liked my other dad's burritos better.
Me: Where was daddy? Did he die?
Mr. N: No, he didn't die.
Me: Then where is daddy?
Mr. N: Well, he went deer hunting too much.
I just about lost it. Of course, I had to tell the dear hubby that story (I am not sure he appreciated it). His response was, "what kind of crap (sorry Mary Lou) are you feeding our son?" (he was joking of course....I think =) ). I then reassured Mr. N that mommy was never going to leave daddy. To this he responded, "MOOOM, I know that, can I please finish my story?" So sorry Mr. N carry on. Anyway, the rest of the dream was a lot about fighting and so on and so forth. Kudos to me I sat and attentively listened to every single word he said.
Oh, how fast the time goes. Remember, no matter how bad your day, your children are a blessing and will be going away to college and getting married in the blink of an eye. Cherish them, the traits that may irritate the snot out of you may very well be the ones that make them the most incredible leader.
Mr. N: Okay, so there was this bad guy chasing us, but I couldn't tell who it was because he was dressed kinda dark. We were runnning really fast away from him and then we were at home and our new dad (Me: (thinking) New dad?) was making dinner. He was making burritos and I told him I liked his burritos but that I kinda liked my other dad's burritos better.
Me: Where was daddy? Did he die?
Mr. N: No, he didn't die.
Me: Then where is daddy?
Mr. N: Well, he went deer hunting too much.
I just about lost it. Of course, I had to tell the dear hubby that story (I am not sure he appreciated it). His response was, "what kind of crap (sorry Mary Lou) are you feeding our son?" (he was joking of course....I think =) ). I then reassured Mr. N that mommy was never going to leave daddy. To this he responded, "MOOOM, I know that, can I please finish my story?" So sorry Mr. N carry on. Anyway, the rest of the dream was a lot about fighting and so on and so forth. Kudos to me I sat and attentively listened to every single word he said.
Oh, how fast the time goes. Remember, no matter how bad your day, your children are a blessing and will be going away to college and getting married in the blink of an eye. Cherish them, the traits that may irritate the snot out of you may very well be the ones that make them the most incredible leader.
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