Most people would say it's normal to deal with yogurt or a little blood once in a while, but how many people can say they deal with blood and yogurt at the same time, several days a week?
Yogurt is like a drug to my boys, they sneak it out of the fridge and up to their rooms, they beg for it at lunch and dinner, basically anytime they are just a little bit hungry. I have found several yogurt containers in their room.
Today I dealt with yogurt splattered in my face, yogurt in Mark's hair, yogurt on Daniels face and yogurt on the kitchen floor. While cleaning all that up I had to clean up blood from a bloody nose all over the kitchen.
After all this cleaning you may think I was the one who gave Daniel the bloody nose, but he had gotten it from hitting his face on Mark's head trying to lick the yogurt off. Later, they did the sprinkler and the bloody nose began again, after cleaning him and the floor up I was asked by all three, "Can I have yogurt?"
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Kids talk from their hearts, not their brains
My oldest son Luke is very honest with his thoughts and opinions. Unfortunately, he hasn't learned why you can't state the obvious.
My grandmother had had a stroke and was in the hospital. She looked pretty terrible with her hair a mess, no teeth in and a hospital gown on as most people who have had major strokes do. I took all three boys to see her. Luke walked in and said, “Are you dead?” My grandmother didn't hear him so he repeated, "are you dead?" Grandma responded that she wasn't. Luke looked at her and asked her if she had been. Luckily my grandmother wasn’t offended.
My grandmother had had a stroke and was in the hospital. She looked pretty terrible with her hair a mess, no teeth in and a hospital gown on as most people who have had major strokes do. I took all three boys to see her. Luke walked in and said, “Are you dead?” My grandmother didn't hear him so he repeated, "are you dead?" Grandma responded that she wasn't. Luke looked at her and asked her if she had been. Luckily my grandmother wasn’t offended.
Privacy?
Do you remember my first post about not having privacy even in the bathroom?
One morning I needed to take a shower, but was home alone with our youngest, Mark who was 19 months. I decided to give him some cars, his pillow and put some cartoons on in the big boys’ room across the hall. I left the bathroom door open so I could hear him. Everything was going fine until I turned to grab my conditioner and there was Mark standing in the tub with his blue footed pajamas playing with one of his cars.
Since I wasn't done showering and had no one to take care of a completely drenched but fully clothed baby, I had to let him stay there. I'm thankful that he decided to play in the shower and not the toilet which later became his hobby.
One morning I needed to take a shower, but was home alone with our youngest, Mark who was 19 months. I decided to give him some cars, his pillow and put some cartoons on in the big boys’ room across the hall. I left the bathroom door open so I could hear him. Everything was going fine until I turned to grab my conditioner and there was Mark standing in the tub with his blue footed pajamas playing with one of his cars.
Since I wasn't done showering and had no one to take care of a completely drenched but fully clothed baby, I had to let him stay there. I'm thankful that he decided to play in the shower and not the toilet which later became his hobby.
Bathroom Fun
Having three boys at different stages of potty training can be an adventure. Sometimes the oldest reverts to where his younger siblings are in the process and other times the younger ones like to pretend they're older and try to do what the oldest does though they don't quite have the skills yet.
Daniel was almost 2 and wanted to be like his big brother who went potty. We were getting undressed to take a bath and Daniel decided he too wanted to go number 1 in the potty. I turned and there was Daniel spread eagle trying to go in the toilet, however he was much too short and only managed to hit the bottom of the toilet bowl and floor.
There are other times when they use their bathroom issues for revenge.
I had just given Luke and Daniel a bath, wrapped them in their towels and started them on their way to the bedroom to get dressed. I realized I had forgotten the lotion in the bathroom, so I grabbed it and started back into the hallway. All of a sudden I heard Daniel, who had just turned 2 say, “I peed, ha ha!” I scolded him and cleaned up what I could quickly. I threw the dirty towel into the laundry basket and all of a sudden I hear, “I peed again, ha ha!”
Mark at almost two had just taken a bath. I was finishing up dressing Daniel, 3 when Mark started to climb up the ladder of the bunk beds naked. The next thing I know I hear a splash and it's Mark peeing all over the bed from the ladder. Clothes, sheets, blankets, the ladder and my pants leg were all splattered with baby pee.
I'm a little concerned if my 3 boys have managed to relieve themselves everywhere in our house, what about the family with 19 kids? That house can't possibly be sanitary!
Daniel was almost 2 and wanted to be like his big brother who went potty. We were getting undressed to take a bath and Daniel decided he too wanted to go number 1 in the potty. I turned and there was Daniel spread eagle trying to go in the toilet, however he was much too short and only managed to hit the bottom of the toilet bowl and floor.
There are other times when they use their bathroom issues for revenge.
I had just given Luke and Daniel a bath, wrapped them in their towels and started them on their way to the bedroom to get dressed. I realized I had forgotten the lotion in the bathroom, so I grabbed it and started back into the hallway. All of a sudden I heard Daniel, who had just turned 2 say, “I peed, ha ha!” I scolded him and cleaned up what I could quickly. I threw the dirty towel into the laundry basket and all of a sudden I hear, “I peed again, ha ha!”
Mark at almost two had just taken a bath. I was finishing up dressing Daniel, 3 when Mark started to climb up the ladder of the bunk beds naked. The next thing I know I hear a splash and it's Mark peeing all over the bed from the ladder. Clothes, sheets, blankets, the ladder and my pants leg were all splattered with baby pee.
I'm a little concerned if my 3 boys have managed to relieve themselves everywhere in our house, what about the family with 19 kids? That house can't possibly be sanitary!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Burps vs. Farts
I once read in a book that you put the portable potty training seats wherever your child is the most comfortable, that their fear could be the cold, stale echoing environment of the bathroom.
So we had this little portable potty that Luke wanted smack dab in the middle of the living room so he could watch television while he did his business. I was okay with this since he had yet to actually go in the potty.
While sitting on the couch with Daniel who was 6 months. Luke sat on his potty and was trying to go. All of a sudden a little fart came out of his tiny behind and he turns to me and said, "Mommy, I just burped out of my butt."
I laughed and agreed with him. He continued to call them burps a few time the following year while still not being potty trained. Little did I know that this mix up would haunt me.
A year later I was pregnant with our third child and had the boys in Walmart. I burped a lot with that pregnancy for no apparent reason other than I was miserable. In line at the checkout I burped again and Luke exclaimed that I had farted. I quickly corrected him but that resulted in another even louder claim that I had just farted. Of course it's Friday afternoon and we're at a standstill in line with people before and after us. Luke insisted that I had farted.
How did I respond to this mortal embarrassment?
I loudly said, "Yes Luke, I farted out of my mouth because I'm so pregnant."
So we had this little portable potty that Luke wanted smack dab in the middle of the living room so he could watch television while he did his business. I was okay with this since he had yet to actually go in the potty.
While sitting on the couch with Daniel who was 6 months. Luke sat on his potty and was trying to go. All of a sudden a little fart came out of his tiny behind and he turns to me and said, "Mommy, I just burped out of my butt."
I laughed and agreed with him. He continued to call them burps a few time the following year while still not being potty trained. Little did I know that this mix up would haunt me.
A year later I was pregnant with our third child and had the boys in Walmart. I burped a lot with that pregnancy for no apparent reason other than I was miserable. In line at the checkout I burped again and Luke exclaimed that I had farted. I quickly corrected him but that resulted in another even louder claim that I had just farted. Of course it's Friday afternoon and we're at a standstill in line with people before and after us. Luke insisted that I had farted.
How did I respond to this mortal embarrassment?
I loudly said, "Yes Luke, I farted out of my mouth because I'm so pregnant."
Peanut Butter Mural
My husband works all 40 hours on the weekends, so I'm basically a single mom for three days every week.
One Sunday evening I was cleaning the kitchen. Dishes, counters, tables, floors. When you have 3 young boys nothing ever seems to go untouched. The boys were up in their room watching tv and playing with toys. I ran downstairs to put another load of laundry in and when I came up Luke (who knows how to open all the childproof locks) was running back up the stairs to his room. I figured he grabbed another pack of fruit snacks and decided getting the kitchen clean was much more important.
About 20 minutes later I started smelling peanut butter. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I heard the boys giggling and realized it had been quiet for some time now.
As I walked up the stairs the smell of peanut butter got stronger. I walked into their room and was surprised by a peanut butter mural on their wall. All three boys were spreading the peanut butter with their hands all over the wall. They were
so proud of their creation and proclaimed how they had made the picture FOR me.
Peanut butter all over their sheets, mattresses, tv, dresser, their clothes and the wall. (which is textured by the way)
I hate peanut butter.
How do you punish three boys who just wanted to show their love through peanut butter? The boys were given baby wipes, wet wash clothes, and dry towels to get the peanut butter off their entire room. They were then stripped down and given baths and put promptly to bed.
This happened about 6 months ago and I'm still finding peanut butter in random places. Each time I am reminded of their love for me and to never buy the value size peanut butter again.
One Sunday evening I was cleaning the kitchen. Dishes, counters, tables, floors. When you have 3 young boys nothing ever seems to go untouched. The boys were up in their room watching tv and playing with toys. I ran downstairs to put another load of laundry in and when I came up Luke (who knows how to open all the childproof locks) was running back up the stairs to his room. I figured he grabbed another pack of fruit snacks and decided getting the kitchen clean was much more important.
About 20 minutes later I started smelling peanut butter. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I heard the boys giggling and realized it had been quiet for some time now.
As I walked up the stairs the smell of peanut butter got stronger. I walked into their room and was surprised by a peanut butter mural on their wall. All three boys were spreading the peanut butter with their hands all over the wall. They were
so proud of their creation and proclaimed how they had made the picture FOR me.
Peanut butter all over their sheets, mattresses, tv, dresser, their clothes and the wall. (which is textured by the way)
I hate peanut butter.
How do you punish three boys who just wanted to show their love through peanut butter? The boys were given baby wipes, wet wash clothes, and dry towels to get the peanut butter off their entire room. They were then stripped down and given baths and put promptly to bed.
This happened about 6 months ago and I'm still finding peanut butter in random places. Each time I am reminded of their love for me and to never buy the value size peanut butter again.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Kids
I have 3 kids. Luke just turned 5 on July 20th. Daniel is 3. Mark will be 2 in August. They're all 18 months apart. I'm pretty sure everyone thinks I'm crazy for having them so close together. Yes, for two weeks we had three in diapers because our oldest decided he wanted to be a baby again. (That quickly changed once he went to preschool)
Life is definately different with kids. One of the biggest differences I noticed was no personal time. I don't remember the last time I went to the bathroom completely by myself or without someone outside the door asking me why they can't come in. Just this morning I opened up the shower curtain and there was Daniel sleeping on the bathroom floor with his spongebob pillow.
I often wonder why my husband Patrick and I haven't gotten divorced yet. I'm guessing it's because we're too tired to call a lawyer.
Life is definately different with kids, but I love them.
Life is definately different with kids. One of the biggest differences I noticed was no personal time. I don't remember the last time I went to the bathroom completely by myself or without someone outside the door asking me why they can't come in. Just this morning I opened up the shower curtain and there was Daniel sleeping on the bathroom floor with his spongebob pillow.
I often wonder why my husband Patrick and I haven't gotten divorced yet. I'm guessing it's because we're too tired to call a lawyer.
Life is definately different with kids, but I love them.
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