The Kids

The Kids

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween my little Marines...

Happy Halloween!!!

It was the night of the USMC! Daddy face painted up the boys and they looked great! I was able to snap a picture of the three of them on the front steps before we headed out... it was a good thing I did too, because as soon as the stepped into the grass I was like, "Where did they go?!?"

It was a night of fun times with good friends!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


We carved some SPOOKY pumpkins tonight!
Ethan designed and carved his all by himself... Sean designed his by himself and had a little bit of help with the carving. I borrowed a design from a friend and made my evil pumpkin eating a little pumpkin (I thought it was hilarious!)... Daddy played off of that and made his pumpkin scared of my pumpkin! All together, we make a pretty dysfunctional pumpkin family!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Thank you Ms. Robin...

I absolutely love Sean's Preschool and his teachers! They are truly very wonderful, very amazing women. The kids love them and they have done such an incredible job instilling a love of learning in my little boy!

Sean gets up every morning and asks if he has school... if I say 'no', he is disappointed. On the days he has school, he is so excited! He loves everything about school... he especially loves Ms. Robin's treasure box. On Thursday's before they leave for the weekend, each child gets to pick out something special from this 'treasure box'.

Last week, Sean picked a purple little pen. To other kids, it's just a 'pen'... they go home and draw their moms a neat picture and she hangs it on their refrigerators. To my child, it is a form of self expression that includes marking all over his body. By the time we got home, Sean had a mustache and a circle around one eye! Thank you, Ms. Robin.

The week before last, he picked a yellow stamper. On this particular day, Ethan was home sick with what was a cough that quickly dissipated... by the time I made it home that day, both boys had yellow stamps up and down their arms... the 'cherry on top' was when Ethan put a yellow stamp on his forehead! Both my children looked jaundice! Thank you, Ms. Robin.

This week, Sean picked an orange stamper. He was so proud of the orange stamper that he showed it to me right away! Yeah, another stamper! I thanked Ms. Robin for the stamper... and yes, within ten minutes, he was covered in orange stamps! Thank you, Ms. Robin.

What creative surprise will Sean pick next week?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Safety first...

I picked Ethan up from school today and somehow got on the subject of safety. We've been going over fire safety and calling 9-1-1 because of Fire Safety Month at school... I apparently felt the need to reiterate the information again this afternoon. We talked about 'stop, drop and roll' and calling 9-1-1.

I wanted to impress upon the boys that if something happened to Mommy or Daddy that they should call 9-1-1 and not be afraid to get help. So I explained to the boys that if something happened like I fell down and hit my head that they should get the phone and call 9-1-1. I went over the list of neighbors that they could go to in order to get help. Both Ethan and Sean were really into talking about what they would do in an emergency...

Suddenly, Ethan spoke up and said, "Mommy, if you fell down and hit your head... or maybe if someone came in and shot both Daddy and you, I would run and hide... and then I would call 9-1-1. I would go outside and look at the numbers by the door and tell the police where to go... and then I would go next door to our neighbors and get help..."

Wow! That was amazingly detailed... including the part where Daddy and I was shot and he hid... who is my kid talking to?!? What has he been watching?!? They don't shoot people on Scooby Doo, do they? He goes to a safe school (or so I thought). We don't live in a bad neighborhood (for the most part). Does anyone know where I can get one of those bubble things like in that one movie?!? I think drastic measures are in order!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Kick my own butt!

Scary Awesome...

Check out our Halloween eCard from JibJab!

The boys love it so much I think I've heard it at least 100 times!!!

"I can kick my own butt!"

The boys were being silly tonight and wanted me to tape them being goofy... I had the camera rolling and they started jumping around and showing me all the cool stuff that they could do. They did jumping jacks and push ups...
then Ethan jumped up and hit his butt with his feet and exclaimed, "Look Mom, I can kick my own butt!"

"You can what?"

"I can kick my own butt!" "Really? What's the benefit of you being able to kick your own butt?"

"Now you don't have to spank me anymore..." "Really? So what do I do when you are being naughty?"

"You just tell me to go and kick my own butt!"

This is amazing... he is absolutely so talented! All of my other mom friends are going to be so jealous because my kid can discipline himself!
Check out the video at my Mommy Comedy youtube page

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Artistic expression...

I try very hard to maintain a level head when it comes to things that are really not a big deal... My big rule in the house is ONLY DRAW ON PAPER AND NOT ON ANYTHING ELSE. Of course, anything else includes the walls, the floor, the furniture, etc.

It didn't take long for Ethan to find a loop hole in the anything else rule... I don't even know if Ethan was 18 months old when he discovered this loop hole. Over the last four years they have refined that loop hole which could be miscontrued as a creative outlet or even an artistic talent. They have taught me that most everything comes off in the bath tub... (I say most because some markers/stamps/pens take a little longer and some extra scrubbing).

I explain this back story in order to help you understand the following picture... please do not think that this is a one time occurrence. There have been many times that I have taken either boy (and not necessarily on the same day) to run errands with circles around their eyes or goofy mustaches above their lips.

You may wonder why I am not mortified by their choice of art style... basically, I choose my battles... actually, I choose the ten minutes of free thinking and full thoughts that I have to myself as they occupy themselves by creating goofy art all over their little bodies! Yes, I guess that's why I really don't care. I also like the fact that they have such strong little egos that they don't care if they have circles around their eyes or stamps on their foreheads... they are still just as willing to go out to Target and buy a Bakugan just like any non-inked up kid!

I am the proud mother of two boys... who currently have 65 and 89 (respectively) Halloween stamps decorating their foreheads, noses, cheeks, arms, hands, torsos, legs, and feet!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Losing my mind...

I think I have officially lost my mind and my marbles... luckily I still have my sense of humor!

So, I was all upset and confused last night when nobody (except one other family) showed up to the Preschool's Spirit Night... after my workout, I stopped by the preschool office to talk to Ms. Sandy about it. Before I had a chance to completely bring up my story, Sandy made a comment that Ms. Robin was sending home reminder notes about the Spirit Night tonight... What?!?

Whoops! I immediately felt like a horse's behind! I had sent out a mass email with the wrong address, but luckily everyone else was smart enough to realize that I had screwed up the dates! Geesh, I have three calendars and a stack of reminder notes and I still forgot something... looks like I need to clear my list and take some 'me' time in order to get my brain back in check!

I stuck around and helped Sandy out with some things... it wasn't even five minutes and I found myself in a fit of uncontrollable laughter! Sandy asked me what I was laughing about... I told her, "I sat in Foster's and told my husband that I can lead a horse to water, but I can't make it drink... I am only one person and I can't get the copier by myself." At this point, Sandy was laughing to... I was so ridiculous... it was actually quite funny! I am so glad that I have a good sense of self and a bit of humility.

I sat down at the computer and sent out an email explaining my mistake. Apparently, the very generous owner of Foster's will count the checks (all two of them) from Wednesday night towards the actual Spirit Night. All's well that ends well, right?

Guess we are eating at Foster's again tonight!

Here kitty, kitty...

Sean and I took Boob and Baby Kitty to the Spay/Neuter clinic to get their shots today. While we were waiting for them, Sean wanted to walk next door to the No kill Animal Shelter. I always have reservations about walking into a shelter without an intent to adopt... my heart always aches and I end up wanting to take home a new family member.

I put on my best game face and thought with my head and not my heart, "Sure, why not." I figured I could manage to make it if we just stayed in the lobby. In we went... there were a couple of really cute cats in the lobby along with a lone dove. Sean parked in front of the one cage and started petting the kitty through the bars. He is such a cutie!

"This cat is so adorable!" What? "It's adorable." I thought he was adorable for saying 'adorable'! That one line was the start of our very 'adorable' day... from that point on, a lot of things were 'adorable' in Sean's eyes. So adorable!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Thirsty horse...

Tonight was the Preschool's Spirit night at Foster's which is a local burger place. I had set everything up... I put up flyers, told the parents about it orientation, sent out emails reminding everyone.

I, honestly, was looking forward to not cooking... we showed up to the restaurant about 6:00. Prime time for dinner, right? No one was there! I couldn't believe it. About fifteen minutes after our food arrived, another family walked in. At least someone else showed up.

I told my husband that I was only one person... in fact, I said, "I can lead a horse to water but I can't make him drink... I can't get the preschool the copier they need on my own..." I was frustrated and yes, a bit annoyed.

I said good bye to the other family and thanked them for coming out... we headed home. I was disappointed and confused as to why no one else came out to support the preschool...??? I'll have to say something to the director in the morning...

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Mommy, you've got big...

Sean was sitting next to me on the couch... he looked over at me and noticed my chest. He said, "Mommy, you've got big elbows" as he pointed to my boobs. I've got what?

"You've got big elbows."

"Those aren't my elbows, those are my boobs. Girls have big boobs (not all, but I didn't want to go there)"

"You've got big boobs... and you have little elbows. Girls have big boobs and little elbows... boys have big elbows and... runny noses."

Poor Sean's nose has been running all day!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

What is brown with sticks coming out of its head?

A deer of course!

We were out hiking in the Shenandoah off of Skyline Drive and ran across this deer. This is a 'no hunting' area which explains why this six point buck wasn't scared of us at all! In fact, we walked by him and twenty minutes later when we were headed back to the truck, we walked by him again!

Daddy and I were explaining to the boys that the deer we saw was a boy... Sean picked up on what we were saying and followed up with,

"That deer was a boy deer because he had sticks coming out of his head... girls don't have sticks coming out of their heads!" Couldn't have said it better myself!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Keep out!

Ethan and Sean had been watching an episode of Max and Ruby... apparently the one where Ruby makes a 'Keep Out' sign so that Max stays out of her room. The boys decided this was a good idea! The both grabbed some Post-It notes and tapped into their creative 'Keep Out' sides of their brains.

In a few minutes, they both had several very nice 'Keep Out' signs to hang on their doors. With their doors decorated, Ethan felt that perhaps our door needed a sign. He made Daddy and I a 'Keep Out' sign for our room... too bad we didn't have it a few days ago!?!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Gotta love Grandma...

The boys got their Halloween package in the mail from Grandma today. Ethan wanted to open it right away... I was on the phone and distracted when he asked me to cut open the big envelope. I slid the scissors across the top and handed it back to him continuing my conversation. A few moments later, Ethan yelled for me to come into the living room and see what they got... I told him to come into the kitchen... he yelled that I had to come his way. Fine. It became crystal clear as to why when I saw the confetti mess all over the living room... Grandma!

She started this 'tradition' (ie. sadistic ritual to irritate my OCD over clean carpets) and now fills every envelope she sends the boys with lots of confetti! She thinks she is hillarious and I'm sure if it was someone else's house I would think it was hillarious too. She also sent Halloween decorations which went up as fast as they came out of the package... the boys were ecstatic! Our house couldn't get more festive... or could it? I noticed a couple of really cute halloween bags and pointed them out to Sean.

He followed me into the kitchen with his 'bag' and asked me to help him open it. It was at that point that I realized that they were, in fact, place mats. I explained to Sean that they were place mats and that they go on the table... he apparently didn't understand me because he carried it over to the door and started to move the rug out of the way to put his place mat in front of the door. I re-explained it to him... I guess he still didn't understand when I heard Daddy tell him that it was his 'eatery mat'... what?!? Really?!?

I really could not let that one go... after the kids were in bed, we were standing the kitchen and I said, "Teacher asks Ethan, what's this? Ethan says that is an 'eatery mat'. A what? An 'eatery mat'. That's not an 'eatery mat', that's a place mat. Ha ha ha (children's laughter) Ethan said 'eatery mat'. Ha ha ha."

From Mommy to Daddy, "Why do you do that to our kids? Really?!?"

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Blame it on the husband...

I was enjoying a quick trip to the commissary without children (they were both in school)... I was in the home stretch when I cut down the frozen aisle to grab some veggies when I came to a stop due to a 'cart jam'. The lady in front of me was talking to her husband when her phone cut out... she looked at me and said, "I couldn't hear him... he blames me for everything..."

I couldn't resist saying something... so I said, "It's completely the opposite in our house... I just blame everything on my husband... World famine, political unrest, terrorism..." She laughed... and so did the guy working in the freezer!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Scarred for a very long time...

I am a big believer in having your children see a strong, loving relationship as they grow up... I also believe that children grow up and mimic the relationship that they witnessed as a child. With this in mind, it is important that my relationship with my husband is nourished and kept strong. I also believe (since we've had kids) that 'quality' and quantity trumps time spent. I strongly believe in the perverbial 'quicky'.

This leads me to tonights blog entry... Hubby and I had put the kids to bed with time to spare before he had to get to sleep. We decided that perhaps a little 'quality' time was in order. He ran through the shower and I took a quick bath. Assuming that the kids were asleep and relying on the 'child proof' handle on our bedroom door, we settled into a little 'quality' time behind closed doors. (Note the 'closed' and not 'locked' reference about the door)

Well, I was pretty much finished with 'quality' time and hubby was rounding third base when I heard a voice... and then I heard it again... crap! What? "Mommy, I want more milk." It was Ethan. "Uhhh... I'll be right there... could you wait in the hall?" Daddy followed up with, "close the door." So embarrassing.

A few minutes later, Daddy opened the door and blurted, "Mommy and Daddy were wrestling lets go get some more milk." Alrighty then slick... guess we covered that one up! I'm sure that I should open a savings account and start depositing money to put towards the years of therapy that Ethan will need because of us... poor kid!

Excuse me officer...

My neighbor gave me a call this morning and asked me if I knew why the County Sheriff was out in front of my house... I looked out and sure enough there were two patrol cars sitting out front and apparently a couple confused officers looking around on foot. Nope, sure didn't!

A few hours later I headed outside to let Max out... sure enough, there was an unmarked car and another Sheriff car parked over by the mailboxes. What the heck?!? I walked over and asked my neighbor (who was now edging her sidwalk) if she had found out what was going on yet? She hadn't. Unfortunately, I felt compelled to find out what brought so many cops to our neighborhood. I had made up my mind to meddle in the name of neighborhood safety... or was it the neighborhood watch (we don't have one). Anyway, I walked across the common area and took a few steps away from the curb with Max by my side before I hollered over to get the attention of the officer...

"Excuse me, officer..." It was at that time that I made a fatal error in my judgement (fatal meaning fatal to my ego), I had decided (for some reason) to step backwards up onto the curb. The error in my ways came when I misjudged how far away from the curb I was... and the fact that my sandals are really too big for my feet... I tripped over my own feet and then over the curb... down I went! I'm not talking about some sort of graceful, sexy, sultry fall... I'm talking about the kind where your butt hits the ground and your feet go up over your head! I'm not exaggerating at all... you can ask the young, kind of cute Sheriff officer.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" For Pete's sake... "Officer, I was just wondering what was going on that had you out here all morning?" I should have just stopped and walked away... at this point he probably already had me pegged as the neighborhood drunk... an unfit mother... a nosey neighbor... a busy body... (I could go on and on).

He told me some story about somebody entering one of the rental units... blah blah blah. Then he said, "Are you sure you are alright ma'am?"

Physically I am fine... mentally I am bruised...

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The good life...

It's finally Saturday! I wasn't the only one that was excited to wake up to Saturday... Ethan asked me right away if today was his day off - yes it is! I told the boys that they could take their sheets off their beds because I was going to wash them. They were more than happy to rip their beds apart and throw the sheets down the stairs. Later on I went down to start a load of laundry... while I was messing around in the laundry room, I heard Ethan at the bottom of the steps. Apparently, he was laying on the pile of sheets and blankets, kicking his feet and eating a waffle...

He said, "This is the life!"

So glad his expectations are so low... at least I know that as a parent I will be able to easily meet and exceed his expectations for life! What a sweetie!

Friday, October 2, 2009

It's a rough life...

Ethan absolutely loves school... he gives it his all. By the end of the day, he is spent. The last thing he has energy for is dealing with his 'has a lot of energy to annoy him' little brother. Sean knows Ethan doesn't have a lot of patience and does everything he can to push poor Ethan's buttons. I'm, of course, intervening constantly to avoid an all out brawl or emotional break down... apparently, things were just too frustrating tonight and I heard Ethan say, "I can't take this anymore!"

Hmmm? That sounds familiar... I think perhaps I have said that a couple times before...

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Dressed to impress...

I'm finally feeling like we've got a routine down on school mornings... I usually beat the boys up (sometimes only by minutes) and jump in the shower. Shortly after I get out, they are usually up and racing me to get ready (they always win)... they do a good job of getting themselves dressed. This morning, Sean walked into my bedroom as he was getting ready to put his shirt on...

"I'm going to wear my monster truck shirt... Ms. Robin will like it!"

Already he is dressing to impress...