hooligan

crazy for the last two nights:

E screaming her head off and not going to sleep for over two hours at bedtime. Both nights I was of course trying to spend time with people. doesn't go so well with a screaming child.

Today right before nap she was sitting on the potty contentedly looking at books waiting for. . . well, you know. What a two year old sits on the potty waiting for. After about 10 minutes, I go back to check and the book is in pieces all over the floor. She has done this before and knows the consequences. So, she just looks at me and laughs. I spank her bottom. She cries for, oh, two minutes maybe. I look at her and firmly tell her that is not okay to destroy things. (very angry tone from momma.) She laughs. And laughs.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I think I should start posting my craziest moment of the day. There is usually at least one a day. So, I have to prioritize, but here goes.

Today's Crazy:

Elloree pooped her diaper instead of falling asleep during nap time.

NM put down in bed for nap so I could try to change E. NM screaming about being in bed.

JG tries to be his sweet helpful self.

I lay E down on her bedroom floor to change her.

Discover poop has escaped diaper confines.

Poop has discovered the carpet.

JG is given the mission to bring me a cup of water so I can begin to clean the carpet right away. (he has proven he can easily fill and carry a cup of water.)

JG uses stool to get up to sink to fill water cup. Cup full. Stool slips.

NM status: screaming in bed

E status: poop on back, poop on dress, poop on carpet, wiggling around trying to do get poop on something else.

JG status: screaming on bathroom floor with water strewn on walls, cabinets, floors.

T at work early May. Doing something. In the snow. I can't remember what. Snow Sliding or some thing like that. But, he had a good time, I'm sure. He has some great coworkers and they have quite a sense of humor. Sometimes we think, man, we really have lived a charmed life in Colorado!

My three on Easter. Can't seem to take photos of my kids ever. This one is by my sister. Thank you, Boone! And, not sure why NM has that look on her face. I think she is frightened of E. And JG?? He is just sooo silly three! AND, I made those d*** smocked dresses. Yeah, I'm a little proud of it. So what if they wouldn't close in the back! (I told you that in case you thought I had it all together or something.)

thirsty

My evening drink choices. I usually choose the door on the right.

Rock pile!

JG and E playing in the rocks T bought for one of the umpteen house projects we've been doing for the last . . . 9 years.

Love

"JG, do you know why Daddy loves Mommy?"

"Because you wear brown and sweaters like this. [cardigans]"

Knockers?

JG: "Mommy, I'm going to draw some knockers for daddy."

Me: Eyebrows raised. "Really?"

JG: "Yesth. And some for Elloree. And you too. What color knockers do you want, Mommy?"

I never knew I had a choice, but am envisioning purple....

Me: "Well, what do knockers DO, exactly, JG?"

JG: "They have a stwing on them and you can look through them and sthee things."


Ahhhh. BiNOCULARS.

My Happy....and not so happy

My Happy today:

The wild lilac and rose bouquet I picked on a walk with the children that is now adorning my bathroom. Oh, how happy Spring can make me.

Not so Happy:

Finding the pile of clean laundry my husband stuffed under our bed (?) for our house showing today. Must now mostly be rewashed from the dust under that bed. I'm mad at him. . . but then I suppose I should have dusted under the bed. And put away the clean laundry in between nursing my baby, mothering and disciplining my toddlers and cleaning the house top to bottom. Oh, to have endless amounts of time and energy and motivation.

Manners

Manners are the mask of decency that we employ at need, the currency of fair communication; their flower is a common grace, and their fruit not seldom friendship.

-Stark Young