Right this minute

Big has learned, from Nana, the phrase, "right this minute." He is using it often.... Like when he wants a snack, when he wants to watch his show, when he needs a drink. You can imagine how well that is going over. Lead balloon.

Middle and Little are also using their voices more these days. Little answers every sound with a screech. I say no, he says "etttt", I say yes, he says "noooo". Middle just squeals a s grunts 24-7.

The other lovely phrase we keep hearing is "that is enough!" Lol! Big tells that to the Father every time he gets the chance. It probably doesn't help that it makes me crack up.

Well, off to try to finish that [}%*%}{]]#£€>~ play set. The rain has make completion is PITA.

I'm a manatee.

Big is a manatee. Please do not correct him. He is a manatee. The manatee can go under water. It eats fish and poots. Big says he, too, does these things. Yep, deductive reasoning says that he is, in fact, a manatee.

Most days he smells like a manatee and listens and follows directions like I imagine a large sea animal would... So until further notice, I am
the proud mother of a 3 year old manatee and 17 month old twin boys. Good times.

All Decks on Hand!

Big's swing set is ALMOST finished. We have about 15 decorative pieces and the swings to hang. Big thinks its good enough. He and his brothers have thought over the slide every night this week that it hasn't been raining. His favorite thing to do is get in the top and yell, " I am the captain! All decks on hand!" I tried to tell him that it was not, "all decks on hand" but instead, "all hands on deck", But he very quickly told me that I was not a pirate and did not know what I was talking about. Okey Dokey.


I have also come to the conclusion that the terrible twos have nothing on the Tasmanian Devil threes. Big gets a spanking on average every 3.2 seconds when he's awake. Hey precious as brothers, he scratches his brothers, he chases his brothers until they fall, he hits his brothers, he still thinks from his brothers, he is just generally mean in every way possible to his brothers. I told him last night to stop being a mean Tasmanian devil, and he replied "I'm not the devil, or a real boy!"

Yes, that he is.

Pants optional.

I was going through pictures of the boys tonight and realized that they're not wearing pants in 99% of them. Or shoes. What does that say about me as a parent??!! I'm just like my mother, that's what... I don't worry about things that don't matter! Growing up, I didn't wear pants or shoes unless we were going to the store until age 5 (heck, it could've been older than that, we grew up in Podunk, so no one saw you in your skivvies in the yard.)

Getting Big to wear pants is like getting a Jehovah's Witness to not leave a pamphlet in your screen door- virtually possible. He only wears shoes when I physically sit him down and make him. Which, sadly isn't often because I think I'm a bit hypocritical to say its too cold to not wear shoes when I'm not wearing any in the pictures, either. Shoes are overrated. Honestly, so are pants, but I like having a job and not being sent to the psych ward, so I'll continue to only go pant-less at home. The boys, well... No promises on their pants. Those suckers could come off at any time

Steak and Butt Medicine

Middle had an eye dr appt today. This means that poor Nana had the daunting task of getting all three boys up from nap, dressed and in the car to meet me. NOT EASY. Apparently Big decided to be a first class butt and refused to get dressed. Smart Nana said he could stay home while we went to eat and he quickly changed his mind.

Eye appt went well and we decided to go to Logan's. Big was enamored with the idea of throwing peanut shells on the floor. I've never witnessed such pure delight in peanut shells. Half way through the meal, Big decides he needs to potty.

Big has daily Miralax to ease this process. Sadly, on occasion that sticks in his mind, he has to have a suppository or more for the big C.

We went to the restroom, Big pottied and was super excited... He ran as fast as he could to announce to Nana and every patron within screaming distance, "I went peepee and don't have to have BUTT MEDICINE!!" The looks from others were AWESOME.

I guess we can now mark "shock crowd at steak restaurant" off of the bucket list.

I'm back!!

My posts have been few and far between. I have been slacking since spring break and just enjoying the evenings with my boys. However, that means I have a lot of great stories to catch up on.

Where do I start? We decided to buy an outdoor cedar swingset for the boys. Big was upset that we didn't load the display into the trailer. Then, he was upset that the boxes were not all huge and put together. Then, he was upset that when we opened the three small boxes it just looks like wood. Putting this thing together has been like birthing our fourth child. The boxes are filled with tiny pieces of cedar all marked with a even tinier letter and number combination. It is maddening to say the least.

The Father and I put in six hours on Sunday and four hours on Monday. It looks like a big box of Wood exploded in the front yard. Last night, big decided to come help. That was something special, I'll tell ya.

After about 15 minutes of climbing the "rock wall to nowhere", Big decide to tell me that: #1- he doesn't think the rock wall is safe and #2- we are not moving nearly fast enough for his liking. He's planning to appeal the 13th amendment if we don't get it in gear.

We knew it was time to quit and go in the house when the Father tried to screw the boards together using all of the correct screws and none of the correct wood. That's when Big decided to tell us that it was time for us to go inside because, "I think daddy needs a niiiice cold glass of orange juice." Something tells me that daddy might have had another drink in mind.

I'm pretty sure that my posts... the same time next week, will be about still working on that blankety-blank playset. My children have no idea how spoiled they really are.

And now for a short recap of some of the things you've missed:

1. Big has a 30 minute break down over wanting a tiny green muffin. Entire family searches house from top to bottom for a tiny green muffin. 30 minutes later, Big shows us a mini Reese's cup wrapped in green foil that was left by the Easter Bunny. Problem solved.

2. Little can now climb anything and everything and does so on a daily basis. He managed to climb over the play room gate, and open the bathroom door. Before Nana could catch him, he had so climbed into the toilet and was dancing. The positive part of your child in the most bacteria loaded space of your home?? following that episode, the toilet has never been cleaner.

3. We have resorted to using a real dog leash for Middle when we are outside doing any yard work. He cannot be trusted to not run as fast as possible down the hill, which leads to rolling as fast as possible down the hill. We now know if we hook a leash through the neck and back of his shirt he can't go any farther than we allow him. It makes for one pissed off baby but at least he's safe. I'm guessing I really do need to buy a backpack leash for him. Oy.

4. I told Big the other day that I was awesome. He told me, "no mommy, you're not awsul (awful), you're beautiful!" That's why I have refrained from killing him up to this point:)

I have more, but will add them to the next entry!