Thursday, April 30, 2015

The Month that just Transpired

I am almost determined that I am not supposed to write this post for some reason because I have sat down over 5 times to do it and every single time a child requires attention, attention they normally don't need during sleeping hours. 
We took a tour of the fire station. Tate loved watching the firefighters come down the pole. We also saw their boats, trucks, and beds. Tate could even tell you how many of each. It was the oldest station West of the Mississippi.
How Tate patiently waits for his friends to arrive when they come to play. "Mom, I'm just taking a little break." He is fake sleeping; complete with an occasional snore.
The discovery of bleachers. They meet all of a kid's requirements to be awesome: warm to the touch, fun to climb on, and petrifying for parents. Thankfully Ian couldn't pass the first step. I wonder sometimes why we go the parks more than once because on the additional visits the playground has lost all appeal and the explorer in my children takes over.
Tate loves to look through grocery ads with me. Sometimes we cut out and collage what looks good, sometimes he gives me a list of things to buy, and sometimes he finds something we have to make; the rainbow cupcake "instructions" above were just that. Having had a couple rough days of parenting I thought why not. Well after opening the mix and getting stuff ready we found we were out of eggs. Luckily my neighbor had some fresh from her parents farm. Then we turned on the oven to find it no longer worked. At 5 o'clock I found myself with an anxious 3 year old, ready to cook cupcakes, and a tired toddler. I am blessed with an amazing friend who let us come cook, frost, and play at her house the whole late evening long. The cupcakes turned out delicious and Tate was so happy we followed the "instructions" just right. 
Pets are a new thing in our house. Tate would love one of every baby animal alive. From crocodile to monkey and dog to snake all babies are just so sweet. I need to find a book of real animal babies that doesn't portray them as such pleasant things. He now combs his stuffed animals and takes them to bed, tucking them in just right.
This is how I babysit past 7:30 p.m. Take note if I ever have your children. Popcorn and a movie and I dominated watching 5 kiddos. Note none of them are even touching each other. Mom win.
WE LOVE SUNSHINE!!! And swinging at the park with friends. I have started putting a time limit on swinging. They just love it so much they could do it all day. We utilized these swings well that day.
Ian's first juice box. He is definitely a fan.
After Daddy left one morning, Ian found a spot and parked himself occasionally asking for Daddy and waiting for his return. Sometimes he even guards the door so Daddy can't make it out without him. This kiddo loves outside.
Tate's coloring skills have skyrocketed in the last two weeks. He proudly told me "Mommy I colored in the lines, just like you!" I am a proud mommy.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Sometimes I Wonder...

The other day as I lay on the couch while my boys were in their respective sleeping/"quiet time" areas I couldn't help but wonder... "What in the world are boys thinking?" I used to think that about dating but I decided young boys are where it all begins.. The constant need to fling one's body is so foreign to me. As is the wrestling, poking, and provoking that go on hourly in our home. My problem is they they are having so much fun TOGETHER it is hard to know where to draw the line. 
 Tate and I were crafting the other day and of course the eyes were meant for his face, and then his belly, which then started dancing and talking.. His new love of silly makes me crazy occasionally...
 I decided I needed more pictures of my children together. The problem is every time I get out the camera they go from looking in my general direction to backsides and their ears cease to function. Are cameras really that bad to look at? They want my attention at least once every minute and when I want theirs this is the result. Someday I will tell them it's their own fault they have no great posed pictures... At least we capture the memories right?
 Swinging is apparently the pearl of the park. I always thought the park was for wearing my children out because I am already tired enough; my kids seem to think it is for strengthening my arm muscles. The new problem we have run into is that there are never enough swings. This wouldn't be a problem if my kiddos could grasp that swings don't always stop for you. To eliminate the swing guarding, pushing, and yet still monitoring one child while the other flies through the air, I just put them both in together. That's why there are 4 holes right? I have never seen a dog swing and what else could utilize them?? They absolutely loved it and now request it. I'm guessing they will grow up and want big boy swings before they physically grow out of the possibility. I can't imagine how it could be comfortable though...
 Ian had a doctors appointment today and I had both kiddos. Dr's offices are not child friendly, even when they are for children. They put swirling chairs in the room, don't lock their cupboards, and then give you paperwork to fill out... Ian handled his last shots like a champion though, not a single tear.

Even if I don't understand them, I sure do love my little guys.