Took this picture the other day in front of our tree, wanted to get a good photo of the boys before Nick knocked it over. He has not done it yet, but sure he is going to sooner or later. He is my wild child. Today I was trying to catch up on laundry, don't know why I ever try to catch up, I am always 6 loads behind. Anyway, I was upstairs and Evan was not feeling so hot, so he was watching Clifford in my room and Nicholas was trying to peel the paint off the walls in my room. So since Evan is not up and moving, Nick decides that he needs to bother him. He starts throwing anything he can get in his hands at Evan. So after 4 time-outs, I am sweating profusely (don't even start to talk to me about freaking hot flashes) and ready to take laundry downstairs to fold. I tell the boys to follow me downstairs, well that is not to Nick's liking. So he stands at the top of the stairs and throws anything in arms reach DOWN the stairs. I have a little bookcase at the top of the staircase, so everything on it is down the stairs. I march upstairs and tell him that he is taking a time out in his crib. He is crying the whole time. It is now 9:30 AM! So in his room he goes. He screams for about 15 minutes, then gets quiet, I figured maybe he went back to sleep. I am doing who knows what downstairs. Then I start hearing noises that do not make sense. I go up to his room, he is trying to turn on the sound machine in his room. He has climbed out of his crib. HOLY CRAP! So I give him this big lecture, I'm sure he heard, blah, blah, blah. Put him back in the crib, I want to see how he got out. As soon as I am out the door, he is yelling and just hikes his leg over and out he goes. Like he has been doing this for months. Probably has been, in the middle of the night, coming down and making PB&J sandwiches, that's who is making the mess in my kitchen! So we get to nap time, both boys are somewhat sick, so they go down with out too much fight, right. Evan wakes from his nap and does his normal 'eek, eeek, eeek', that means he is awake and I yell up the stairs that is ok for him to come downstairs. He usually has to put his pants back on (another story) find his socks and Hop and then he comes down. Of course, talking the whole way, and always waking up Nick. We put Evan in a toddler bed at 2 years, one of those that is 4" off the floor, partial rail, easily he can climb out, but he DOESN'T. Who knows why, I tell everyone that will listen, well aperately Evil Knievel has been listening, because his crib is a jungle gym! Anyway, so today, Evan gets downstairs and then I hear Nick yell out 'mommy.' Now yesterday, I would have let him holler a minute or two, or thirty and then gone up and gotten him out of his crib. But today, I was talking to Evan about going up to get him, when Evan says, 'hey look mom, Nick.' And there he is ... Hi mom, he says. OMG, my easy days are over.
Well, it is 9:00 now, and Mike has put both boys to bed. After a 45 minute time out with Nick, he threw a banana at Evan. I swear that guy is going to be the best little left handed pitcher in Michigan. He can wind up and pitch something so fast, and he normally hits his target. Most of his time-outs are for throwing things. Things at Evan, things at the wall, things at the ceiling.
And everywhere I go, always, people will smile at me, when I have my hands full of whatever and one of the boys is not happy, they always say, 'oh those are the days I miss.' REALLY? I can't even imagine those days ... really ... but I don't want them to end either. People always say, 'wait 'till your kids are driving.' Is that different than a Hot Wheels being hurled at my head????
And then I wonder, how come I didn't blog today? I love my boys, I love my boys, I love my boys . all 3 of them.
