Monday, May 31, 2010

Jamie is busy!

Jamie's capacity to find trouble continually amazes me. This morning he had chocolate all over his face before we even got out of bed. Wouldn't you know it, he had eaten many of the cookies that I baked yesterday when I was home alone. He shared them with Cody, of course. Normally I make sure to put them out of reach before we go to bed at night, but last night I forgot. Oh well.

Not long after that, Mike asked, "Where is the bunny?" Cody asked which bunny he meant and he said, "The bunny who is not in his cage." I said, "Where's Oreo?" Jamie walked over to the broom closet and opened the door in a "Ta-DA" kind of motion and said, "Oreo. Cute!" Poor rabbit. That closet is very small, though there was a stuffed rabbit of Cody's in there to keep him company. Mike removed him and put him back in his cage.

Later I was on the phone with Mike, close to lunch time, and Jamie kept bringing this toy out of the bathroom and drinking out of it. I tried not to freak out as I asked him over and over again where he got the water from. He just kept saying the boat. Finally he confirmed that he got the water from the sink, and sure enough I heard the tap running when he went in there. I just know he's the kind of kid who would drink out of the toilet bowl, or serve toilet water to someone else. Not this time though, thankfully.

Then, when he came to the lunch table and climbed into his chair, I saw that his wrist was covered in white goo. It looked like lotion or cream and when I smelled it, it was quite minty. At first I thought maybe he found my foot cream, which I rarely use (in fact, I don't even know where it is!), but then I realized what it was. Toothpaste. Of course. I ran to my room and sure enough, he had my toothpaste on the bed, a big dent in the middle of the brand new tube. White paste was all over my bed spread, as well as my toothbrush, which was also on the bed. I could tell by the texture of things that it had been used. It was brand new. I had only used it for one day. Jamie's clothes, arms and legs were covered in toothpaste, and my black sweats are too. I wonder whether it will bleach our clothing. My guess? Yes. Very likely.

That was my morning with Jamie. I had my habitual fight with Cody, but then decided not to take any of his obvious bait, and after a while he gave up and has been pretty good ever since. I also stepped in cat barf this morning, which was a nice touch. Did I mention Cody's carpet was very wet beside his bed? When I asked him what it was, (which I did at 3 a.m. when he got me up last night), he said he spit water there. Yep. That's what the boys do in their room at night when we put them to bed. Today I decided nobody gets water at bed time anymore. I can't handle it anymore.

So, now Micah is complaining because he is stuck in the exersaucer. I put him there a short while ago while I put up the living room barricade for him, but he was so happy in there I left him for a while. He is in nothing but a diaper, so he looks naked. It's really cute. He is just dying to play with Cody, so I will let him out now. Jamie will be up any minute, I am certain. I'm tired, but the day is going not too badly. This will be an interesting week as I have an ophthalmologist appointment as follow-up to my eye problems that I had from August to about December. I really don't want to go. I have no one to take Micah, and so far no one for the other boys either. Hopefully I'll remedy that soon. Gotta go.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

I'm actually alone...almost.

I am enjoying some much needed time and space at home. Micah is with me, and he is happily hanging out with Cricket by the windowsill, but Mike and the other two boys are at the farm celebrating a birthday for one of my nieces. I spent all of yesterday and some of today on my homework, which I am happy to say I submitted a few hours ago. Phew. The sun is shining and a beautiful wind is blowing and this place feels cheery once again after such a dark and stormy day yesterday.

I suppose it is bittersweet, being here almost alone. Cody desperately wanted me to go along, but I just couldn't do it today, and amazingly I feel quite guilty. However, I simply needed some space and I am beginning to feel relaxed, even though they have been gone nearly two hours already!

Earlier today I decided to dub Jamie "Bug Boy". He has developed an obsession with bugs similar to the one Cody had at the same age. Cody's thing was flies. He loved them. They were funny to him, and they were his pets. He called them "Bees". Anything that buzzed and flew was a bee. For Jamie, they are all butterflies. He brings them in the house, usually squished between his thumb and his index finger, and says, "Butterfly! Je cute butterfly!" at which point he inevitably attempts to bring it to me for show and tell. I'm not especially fond of bugs, and I can tell you the insect in question has never been a butterfly yet. It is often a small moth, which he usually attempts to deposit inside a mixing bowl in the cupboard. Today, he also brought in a very large ladybug, which he dutifully deposited in the bathroom. I found it, alive, and I sent it outside with Cody. Cody later reported that Jamie was toting around a caterpillar, which means either a canker worm or an army worm. Either way, ew. It is a real challenge to keep my house bug-free, though it is not always Jamie's fault. Today I found a mosquito in our cupboard, which I killed, and then another one in the fridge, which I also killed. They were some of the biggest mosquitos I have ever seen. I believe they will thrive this year after the amount of rainfall we've had over the last week or two. I hope it will not get too unbearable.

I walked down our driveway earlier this afternoon and believe it or not, it was covered in snails. I find that very odd, seeing we have no pond or even a ditch with water in it. But there they were. Tiny ones, smaller than my thumb nail. I wondered where they came from, and where they thought they were going. I know snails are just slugs with shells, but all the same I found them quite beautiful with their glistening shells and their tiny heads looking this way and that, as though pondering their dilemma. More than a couple were crushed in the tire tracks from our vehicles. The reason I was out walking was to check out the work Mike did today on our fence. He pounded a lot of posts and only has about half the fence left to do. It won't take him long to put the rest of the posts in, so that's exciting. Our ground is so sandy that even though we were floating in a lake yesterday, today there are only a couple of puddles left, and with the sun and wind it was drying very quickly. I walked around where there was no grass and it was just soft sand. I liked it.

Tonight I will be alone again, but this time with all three boys so it will not be as stress-free. I will probably face some issues with trying to keep them in bed. I am going to have to call Mike now to see whether they're on route, as the boys' bed time is in 15 minutes. I'm off for now.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Dump day.

It's dump day and I'm down in the dumps. It is pouring rain, and has been for hours and hours, along with some pretty good thunderstorms on and off. In a way, I got my wish, because Mike's golf tournament is obviously not going to happen today. So, I have been locked away in my room literally all morning, working on my homework. Here's the problem. Mike just left for the dump and because of the ridiculous amounts of rain falling, he did not take any boys with him. Somehow, Micah is sleeping right now despite the absolutely monumental tantrum that Cody is throwing. He is literally screaming and pounding on my door even as I type this, and I refuse to acknowledge him. I tried that already, and he was just picking fights, so I decided to shut myself away for fear I was going to hurt him. He is demanding Kraft Dinner, despite having turned down the offer to make it about half an hour ago, and he is yelling things such as, "Make it! NOW!" Pardon my language, but holy crap. This child is four years old. I know all kids have tantrums and meltdowns, but we are having a really bad month. What kills me is that as soon as Mike leaves the house, all hell breaks loose. Is there something wrong with me? Am I so pathetic that nobody cares to listen to me? The shrieking has begun again, and Jamie is downstairs doing who knows what. Now he is yelling, "Ruin the muffins! Smash the pans! Smash everything! Otherwise I am going to break your door!" Why is he so stinkin angry?! I honestly feel that I can't leave my room because if I do I'm going to freak out on him. I'm going to wait for Mike to get home because he is not already burning with anger like I am.

I feel bad even sharing this in here, because honestly, Cody is one of the greatest kids I know. He's smart and compassionate, and a real encourager, but when he gets mad, look out! For some reason, I seem to get him mad multiple times every day, and then we fight. When he gets mad, I get mad too, and then it seems we feed off each other's anger. Now I'm upset not only because of the way he is talking to me, and trying to break my door down (I seriously wonder if one day he will succeed), I am also upset because I can't do my homework now. How can I possibly focus on anything other than Cody? And that, of course, is his goal. He wants my universe to center around him, and I just can't do that all the time. My entire existence is kids right now. I wanted to take this course so I would not let my dreams of writing for a living die while I drowned in diapers, time outs and housework. How dare I? How dare I actually want to be a real, live person? Somehow, the legitimacy of my personality and my life were neutralized the moment I became a mother. What I mean by that is, I am now defined by forces outside of myself, instead of being allowed to be me. Do I even exist anymore? Do I matter, beyond the me that is Mom, and matters to the physical and emotional well-being of my children? I just don't know.

This is only a vent. I do not hate my kids. I do not hate being a mother. In fact, it is just the opposite. But I still get depressed when I feel that the real me is invisible. I don't like being some kind of vending machine. Tell the machine what you want, and if it doesn't produce, kick it, punch it, yell at it, or shake it off it's foundation in hopes that when it crashes down again it will magically drop the item you want into your outstretched hands. Then walk away from it, because it's only a machine.

Mike is home. I have to go. My muffins are probably nearly done anyway. Happy Saturday.

Friday, May 28, 2010

It's T-ball night.

Friday at last. Well, Fridays aren't as big a relief to me as they used to be now that I have T-ball with Cody Friday nights. My sore throat is raging on, and I'm getting a little annoyed. I don't know what the deal is with that. In truth, I'd like to stay home tonight and work on my homework, but I feel guilty doing it. I went to Cody's first T-ball night and Mike went to the second, but I feel like I'm the one who's supposed to be going. The weather is really gross too, so we may end up inside the gym instead of outside.

This morning it was Cody's turn to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Miraculously, he slept in a bit and did not get up until shortly after 8 a.m. He admitted to me that he was not feeling very good, and when I asked him to elaborate, he basically said he's in a bad mood. Fabulous. The good news is, it's almost lunch time, and I have only had one confrontation with him today, so really he is doing all right. Jamie is overtired, as usual, but he'll nap so it's not so bad. Somehow we're in this cycle where they stay up past 9 p.m. and then they're overtired, but they never seem to get to sleep earlier in the evenings. It's frustrating.

I had a nice evening out last night with my friend. I really enjoyed my time with her, and even though I did tell the odd horror story about motherhood, all in all I had a nice break from the insanity. I called Mike on my way home, at around 9 p.m., only to discover that the boys were still awake. I almost turned around and went back to town. But they were sleeping by the time I got home, except for Micah, who greeted me with the most adorable toothy grin when I walked in the door, so it was good.

I kind of took a day off from all things domestic yesterday, so my house suffered significantly. Mike did not do the dishes in my absence last night, not that I blame him. So today is my chance to catch up, I guess. I'd rather nap, but I suppose that is not an option! At the very least, I think I will find some way to make a cup of hot chocolate today to soothe my throat. Maybe Mike will go with Cody tonight after all. This is the last night of T-ball and then the next three weeks it will be soccer.

Anyway, I clearly do not have anything deep to say right now, so there is no sense in dragging this out. I better go do some cleaning or something. Micah's asleep and the other two are fighting in the basement. Jamie is crying and Cody is yelling. Sigh. Cody is telling Jamie how to play. These are the fights I just ignore because they usually sort themselves out.

Oops! I am now buried in a pile of laundry (three baskets full) and Micah is crying in his bed because I just put him down for a nap. The other two are outside, despite the less than ideal weather. I guess I forgot to post this. As thrilling as it is, I guess I better not leave it out. Here come the troops. Oh boy! Aw! They brought me "flowers"!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The wrong side of the bed!

What ever happened to the right side of the bed? I mean, I sleep on the left side of the bed, so does that mean I am doomed to never get out of bed on the right side? It seems that with little boys around it is impossible, no matter which side I am sleeping on. This morning, the first sound I heard when my brain made the rather painful transition from sleep to wakefulness, was the sound of Cody and Jamie having a massive and incredibly loud fight. There was a lot of screaming, and in spite of my gross sore throat, I was yelling before my eyes were even open. Phrases such as, "Stop it!", "Get out of here!", "CODY!", and "Leave him alone!" escaped my lips with impressive forcefulness for that hour of the day. Okay, the hour wasn't that bad, it was about 7:45 a.m. The hour is not the issue. It is merely that I experienced one of the most rude awakenings I could ever ask for, and at that point, getting up on the wrong side of the bed was pretty much inevitable.

I knew today would be rough after the last couple of days. All in all, the boys spent at least six hours in the van, if you count the trip there and the trip back, plus they didn't sleep well. They ate too much sugar while we travelled (Oops, poor food choices for snacks in the van. Why are the least healthy items the easiest to eat on the go??), and I guess just being uprooted like that for 24 hours is hard on a small person. Maybe it's hard for me too. Maybe that's why I got up on the wrong side of the bed. Oh well. Today was less disastrous than I anticipated, which is a relief. The morning was pretty bad, but the afternoon was quiet. Actually, after lunch when I put Jamie to bed, Cody insisted on going to bed too. I figured it would just ruin Jamie's nap, but I relented and said he could as long as he did not talk to Jamie. It turns out he fell asleep, and they both napped for about two hours. Hehehe...oops! It was absolutely heavenly for me, but it was slightly dampened by a hint of guilt, knowing that Mike will be home alone with them this evening while they most likely will not go to sleep properly because of their naps.

Yes, that's right. I'm going out. Yes, it's a miracle. Even though my throat is sore, I am going. I need to get out of this place. I need to have contact with the outside world, and it is even slightly helpful that the friend I will be seeing is not a mom. That will prevent us from swapping mothering horror stories while we're supposed to be out having a break! Hehe. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a good parenting horror story, or funny story, or even just sharing of frustrations, but tonight I am going to just be a woman, and I will not be defined by my kids. As I type this, Jamie is crouching by the shoes opening a CD case from the van and singing, "rup-a-pum, pum, Hm-hm-hm, hmmm..." and I am reminded of just how adorable he really is. They all are. I have to mention that now and again so nobody thinks I am ungrateful for my children. I love them all to pieces. I just need to get away from them once in a while too!

So, Micah is awake in the background, and I'm still in sweats and a paint-splattered shirt that I bought in the year 1993, so I better sign off and get ready to go out. Tomorrow will be another busy day because Cody has T-ball, and I have a bunch of homework to finish. I thought I'd have a lot of time on the weekend but I found out today that Mike has a work-related golf tournament on Saturday all day. Oh boy. Is it evil if I hope it pours all day so the tournament is cancelled? Okay, I'm off for now.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Another whirlwind trip.


Cody had his appointment today with the specialist in the big city. As a result, we went in last night as a family and stayed with my parents. It was not a good night for sleep for me as Micah didn’t settle until after 11:30 p.m. and was up at 4:30 a.m. to eat. Then even after he was settled a half hour later I could not sleep until probably around 6 a.m. I had a sore throat and a stuffy nose, so I couldn’t sleep, and when I did sleep I had disturbing dreams. 

Tonight was a bit crazy and the boys only settled at about 9 p.m, or more accurately, shortly after that. Jamie kept saying he had a tummy ache and wanted to use the toilet, but when I take him he never does. He just gets on and off the toilet over and over again, so it drives me nuts. I finally got a chance to use the bathroom myself and when I came out of my room, there was Jamie sitting on the toilet in the main bathroom all by himself, and wouldn’t you know it, he actually pooped. Haha. That was our breakthrough moment for the evening. 

The good news is, Cody's eyes are not any worse, and they are even slightly better so he is getting a weaker prescription. (He wears glasses, for anyone who did not know, and he has since he was 20 months old.) So, he still does not require surgery and we don't have to go back for another six months, so that's good. 

Now, it's 11:22 p.m. and I just got Micah settled about twenty minutes ago. I'm dumb to be up still because I'm very tired and my throat is quite sore, but I'm also home alone and for some reason I always stay up too late when I'm home alone. I'm watching Transformers, of all things. I saw part of it a long time ago and found it quite lame, but everyone told me it was really good, so I decided to watch when I saw it was on TV tonight. So here I am, watching a movie I don't care about and staying up way too late despite a yucky cold and extreme fatigue. Not smart. Yep, this movie is still lame, but it has some funny lines in it. 

This has not been a very thrilling post, but that's all I've got for now. For anyone who still reads my other blog, you can get the real low-down over there. I can't share it all on this blog. Tomorrow promises to be a busy day cleaning up after our trip and getting ready to go out with a friend from work. The boys will be raunchy from being so overtired, so I hope it won't be too brutal. If it is, I'm sure I'll have stories to tell. Speaking of which, I'll leave you with this Jamie moment. Yesterday morning when Mike was getting ready to leave for work we couldn't find Jamie. Mike went outside and found him sitting in Mike's car. He had with him a "briefcase", which was Mike's laptop case. In it he had packed a random item, which unfortunately I can't remember at the moment. Mike asked him what he was doing and he said he was going to work. Hehe. He also said something about the bunny. Apparently he had tried to pack Oreo to take along first. Mike saw him in action. He is so funny. Good thing he did not take the bunny outside or Oreo would probably no longer be with us. Radar would love to sink his teeth into Oreo, and if he didn't get him, the coyotes surely would. Fortunately, everyone is safe and sound in the house for now, other than Mike, who is out at a movie tonight with one of his brothers. 

I really have to go now. The movie is not over, but I have not been paying attention for at least the last hour, so I don't really care. Hopefully I'll have time to post tomorrow, but I also have a lot of homework to get done by next Tuesday, so I'll be working on that too in my spare time. Goodnight all.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

More and more kids!

If I thought being a mother of three was difficult, being a mother of five is definitely more difficult. At least, that was how it seemed last night! My sister-in-law who is nearly nine months pregnant, called last night to say she was in labor and needed us to take their two girls. The oldest one turned six in January and the younger one is only two months younger than Cody, so she'll be four in a week. It was Cody's T-ball night, and we did not find out about this situation until supper time, so things got pretty hairy pretty fast! We got the pizza ready, but the girls were not hungry because they don't normally eat until 6 p.m. and we had to do supper at 5 p.m. in order to get Cody out the door on time for his T-ball. So, we ate first with the intention to feed them later. Then I ran around packing up Cody's stuff so Mike could take him and I would hold down the fort. Once they left, the girls wanted to play some Wii, so I got them set up while Micah cried impatiently, having been ignored for a long time already. I was trying to clean out Micah's room so they could sleep on his floor, which sounds like no big deal but his clothes were in piles everywhere because it was one of those times when I needed to go through and cull the stuff that no longer fit and also the more wintery clothes to make room for his summer clothes that fit. That took a while, and I had to barricade Micah in there with me while the girls played Wii and Jamie watched in the living room. Sounds like no big deal, but time was marching on and it was getting to be almost the boys' bed time before I even ran a bath for Jamie and Micah.

I got them bathed, carefully making sure none of the traditional streaking occurred. Oh, meanwhile I was trying to get them to eat. One of them had already eaten at some point during all the activity, but the other one had a tummy ache and did not want to. She still insisted she wasn't feeling well so I left it because I didn't have time to feed her anyway. Then I got the boys dressed and put Micah back down in the exersaucer, where he cried some more. I tried getting my niece to eat again. She sat at the table, but did not take a single bite of her food. No matter, I was running from one end of the house to the other setting up beds, organizing clothing, vacuuming the floor in Micah's room to make it nice in there for them...I was literally dizzy from pivoting back and forth so many times.

Then I ran a bath for the girls. I gave them a bubble bath and let them do it on their own, seeing they were a bit shy about me going in there with them. That was fine with me. Micah was desperate to have some milk and I just couldn't sit with him when all that chaos was all around. Jamie got extremely hyper and ridiculous, which was funny, but added to the chaos. I was trying to do dishes among all this as well.  When I finally hit the breaking point I called Mike to see whether he was almost home and he was, which was a good thing because somebody needed to hold Micah so I could start my diaper laundry and get the girls out of the bathroom, which was a feat in itself. Then, I gave them a snack of cheerios while running around doing last minute details. When Mike got home I found out he had taken Cody out for ice cream. WHAT??? Grrrrrrr. Not because I wanted ice cream, but because I needed help!!! Every five seconds someone would ask for something and I would have to say, "Okay, you'll just have to wait one minute for that. I'll be right back!" and then run off to do something else. I can't even remember what!

Our boys are supposed to be in bed by 7:30 p.m. every night. The girls were supposed to be in bed by 8:30 p.m. at the latest. Nobody was settled before 9 p.m. and the girls were awake until 10 p.m. Then, Micah had to sleep in our room in a play pen because his room was occupied, so he freaked out. Poor baby. He was right beside me, but I guess he felt insecure because he didn't know what was going on. He had to fall asleep on my lap. I don't know what time Mike and I got settled. Close to midnight, I think. After 11 p.m. for sure. Then, Micah went nuts on us between 12:30 and 1 a.m. and I didn't know whether to pick him up or not because I thought he'd lay back down and go back to sleep. He did not, and by the time I picked him up we heard the sounds of crying in the background. I knew it was not Cody. It could have been Jamie, but I was guessing it was one of the girls. I was right. The younger one was in the hallway, hysterical. She was crying so hard she couldn't even talk except for one word every few minutes. Mike had to deal with her because I was settling Micah. It turned out she had just misplaced her "kitty", which we have fondly dubbed "the rat" because that's what it looks like from being so well-loved. Trust me on that. Once Mike gave it to her she went right back to sleep...until 6:20 a.m. That's when I heard her little voice outside our door saying, "Auntie Cheryl, is it okay if I get up now?" to which I responded, "No." It was definitely not okay, and I didn't even want to answer her for fear of waking Micah, who was only about two feet away from me in the play pen. At about 6:35 a.m. she asked again. I again insisted she go back to bed. Within about ten minutes, all five of them were awake. Oh my word.

So, today has been a day of napping and grouchiness, though considerably less than I expected. Oh, hehe, and here's the clincher. The labor was a false alarm. My poor sister-in-law is already nearly at the end of her rope and she ended up coming home in the middle of the night, baby still safely tucked inside her belly. Well, for us, the whole thing was an adventure, and the kids had an absolute blast. It was kind of a new auntie experience for me, as we have never had any kids sleep over here without their parents before. It was fun. Yes, we're tired, but the lack of sleep was not that much worse than a normal day around here. The hardest part for me was trying to juggle four of them by myself. A six year old, two four year olds and a baby all at once. Wowsers, that was hard!

Now it has been pouring rain all day and the worst part of my day was discovering that Jamie has ruined my Super Mario Brothers Wii game. I had barely gotten started on it, and it's about a $60 game. It was fine two days ago. Apparently he did it this morning. I have been keeping it up high, but I guess I blew it  and forgot to put it up the last time I used it. I know it's ridiculous, but I'm kind of depressed about it. I rarely ever get to play games, but now when I want to I won't be able to. He also ruined my Super Paper Mario, which I was not finished with, and my Prince of Persia, and I think Super Mario Galaxy might be ruined too. Altogether that is about $210 of damage.

So, I better go. We have a roast in the oven and potatoes need to be peeled and cut. The sun is now peeking out, though our windows are streaked with rain and the view out our front window looks like an impressionist painting. Cody just woke up from a nap which I forced on him. That's the first nap he has had in as long as I can remember. I hope it won't wreck our evening. I'm off for now.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Unbaked Muffins

It's a cloudy, rainy day, but it feels refreshing to me. It has been a crazy week, but I guess that's a ridiculous statement. How could it be anything but crazy here?

Jamie woke up before 7 a.m., though amazingly, Cody slept in. I had gone out to a movie last night in town, which is almost unheard of. I think it has been over a year since I went to the theater. Oh wait, that's not true. I went when I was overdue with Micah. I have not been since he was born, and he turns ten months old in a week. Anyway, I was not home until midnight and Micah was awake and very upset when I got home, so I didn't get settled until closer to 1 a.m. It was fun to get out though.

So this morning I heard Jamie and I did the denial thing. I tried to ignore the sound of him doing his Jamie thing, but it was anything but relaxing. With Jamie, the possibilities are endless as far as what kind of disaster he will cause, but part of me thought Mike would deal with him because he had to get up for work anyway. I was very disoriented from fatigue so I was quite perplexed to discover that Mike was not in bed. Let me back up and say that when I first glanced at the clock I thought it said 8:55 a.m., and I was feeling pretty guilty about still being in there. I had to run into the kitchen to check on Jamie and the clocks in there all said 6:55 a.m. Then I was really confused because for the life of me I could not figure out where my husband was. I could see it had been raining, so it seemed unlikely he was out golfing, though in the summers he often gets up early and goes before work or before the boys are up. I called his cell, and sure enough he was golfing. He just forgot to tell me.

Soon, all the boys were on my bed with me and I was feeding Micah. My next mistake was assuming that Jamie had been changed this morning because his pajama bottoms did not match his pajama top. I asked him if he had pooped and he said no. I left it at that. When I came out to the kitchen it was closer to 8 a.m. The first thing I found was that Jamie had removed the lid from a giant can of iced tea powder and had poured a bunch on the floor in front of the fridge. He was apparently eating it by the spoonful. My fuse is so short these days I'm not entirely sure I even have one. I don't even remember my reaction, but it was not pretty, I can tell you that. I kicked them out of the kitchen, though I knew they needed to eat badly. There were also two muffin mixes on the floor. I thank God they did not get opened, though obviously not for lack of trying on Jamie's part. That would have really upset me. I decided to bake muffins for breakfast. (Yes, for me making muffins is all about the joy of adding water and stirring and then being done. This morning I made an extra effort and made the ones that needed eggs added as well. But I'll get to that in a minute.)

So, Micah was in his exersaucer in the living room and I mixed the muffins. Cody insisted on being part of it and was my egg cracker. He's actually good at it, so I usually let him do it now. Jamie was deeply offended by this because I refused to let him crack one. He made it very clear how he felt about the matter. Then (and here we may get into too much information, so consider yourself warned), he told me he had an owie bum, and wouldn't you know it, his previous statement about not having pooped was completely false. So, I had to take him to change him, and it was not good. His bum was very red and so sore I could not clean him up properly without hurting him, so it was time for the shower. Did I mention that the muffins were mixed but just sitting on the counter? I did not have time to put them in the tin and in the oven prior to dealing with Jamie. So, I carried a half-naked, hysterical two-year-old to the bathtub and put him in. Then I showered him while he screamed and backed into a corner the whole time. I felt horrible. I finally got him dressed and very creamed. Oh wait, he was not dressed. He was in a disposable diaper and he then added a denim jacket to the ensemble. Here's where it gets gross. I had to go deal with the diaper, and for those who know me or follow my blog, you know we use cloth. I will be the first to admit that toddler poop and cloth diapers are a gross combination, though I still feel it's worth it. Anyway, I had to spray this diaper, and I kind of stewed as I did, leaning over the toilet, contemplating the meaning of my life. I had to administer a time out for Cody as I did that, and made him sit in the doorway as I sprayed the diaper that would not come clean. The time out was a bust, seeing I could not even make eye contact or touch Cody in my current predicament. I finished up and got washed up and then had to drag him to his room for whatever terrible offense he had committed while I was busy with poop. (The word "poop" is just not sufficient to grasp the substance or the atmosphere in the house, but I will leave it at that.)

Once I finished dealing with Cody I came out to find Jamie playing with the egg shells that Cody and I had left on the counter. I shouted at him to put them down before he dripped egg all over the floor and I then carried a distraught Micah to the kitchen and stuck him in the high chair, seeing he was sick of being in the exersaucer. The muffin mix was looking a little off and I was anxious to get the darn things in the oven seeing it was now around 9 a.m. and none of us had eaten yet. Well, except for Micah, of course. That's when I saw the egg carton on the floor. It was not the empty one that I had given to Jamie earlier to play with. It was full. I opened it to find all the eggs intact, but two were missing. I had used one in the muffins from that carton. The other space was a problem. I turned my head and sure enough, the egg shells that Jamie had been playing with were in fact a whole egg. Or should I say an egg with a hole? Some of it was still in the shell, but a lot was on the floor. I think I might have screamed. The words, "Go to your room! Both of you! NOW!" were at least a part of what came out of my mouth. A bewildered Cody protested and said, "But Mom, Jamie did that. I didn't take the eggs!" I told him I was aware of that, but I needed them both to go to their rooms before I blew up. So I cleaned up the mess, but not before they returned, whining about being hungry, which set me off again. I began a rant about of course they were hungry! I am trying to make these blasted muffins for breakfast, but I'm never going to finish them! Can't I just put the stinkin' things in the tin already so they can go in the oven, which has been preheated for about an hour now?!  At which point I said, nevermind. I gave them each a bowl of mini wheats and finished making the muffins in peace. Okay, peace is the wrong word. I am pretty sure I was muttering the whole time about iced tea and poop and broken eggs and fighting boys, but I did finish them with no further interruptions.

By the time I started my breakfast it was 10 a.m. Now it's 12:40 p.m. and I don't know whether to feed them lunch or not seeing we had such a late breakfast. They are outside playing nicely and Micah is asleep, so the part of me that desires to maintain even a modicum of sanity is begging my practical mothering instincts to back off and forget about lunch. Everything is fine. Everyone is happy. For the moment. Isn't that enough? I think we should stretch this out as long as possible.

I didn't even mention that Jamie was wandering around outside in his pjs in bare feet (did I mention it rained here?) carrying an ice cream pail with Mike's expensive sunglasses in it this morning, before anyone else was up. He is amazing. Really.

But all in all, today is a much better day than I had the rest of the week. I had to apologize to the boys for losing my cool this morning, and we had a good talk, so I think we're okay for the moment. Tonight I take Cody to T-ball, so hopefully that will be fun. It kind of makes me nervous, even though it shouldn't.

Well, it's 1:11 p.m. and the boys are quietly eating their peanut butter and jam sandwiches and enjoying some cold iced tea...in its proper form. Ahem. I have eaten and the house is incredibly quiet for being full of little boys. If only I could capture this silence in a bottle and open it once in a while when I needed it. Amazingly, I have a lot more to say, but this is getting a little lengthy for a blog post, so I will refrain for now. It is Friday, and a long weekend at that. I will probably post over the weekend too. Micah is waking up. Time to sign off.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Burnout.

Today was rough again. I am wondering if perhaps I am in burnout. I seem to be unable to handle the smallest things with my boys right now, and there are many things that are much bigger than small, so those are just about putting me right over the edge. Cody seems to be in a very rebellious stage, though he alternates with periods of extreme sweetness and a great attitude. Jamie is looking for trouble anywhere he can find it, and is now enjoying flaunting it a bit for me. I think he enjoys the challenge of taking things that are off limits or doing something he knows will bug me. This morning he took three packets of Lipton's soup to his room and opened one to pour out on Cody's bed, which could also accurately be labeled as a feeding trough. Imagine how disappointed he was when it didn't taste sugary like the oatmeal packets he has stolen in the past. Today I ranted that I am going to eliminate all food in this house because I am tired of it all getting stolen. Sadly, Mike is out on a huge grocery shopping spree even as I type this, so tomorrow we will be overflowing with food. That is, until the boys find it and dump it.

Today Jamie screamed at Cody "I hate that!", when Cody was screaming at him to leave his toys alone. (Well not really toys. His barricade, which he built out of furniture, mostly. My boys don't care about their toys. Only our stuff. Especially if it is sharp, breakable, sticky, or in any way dangerous.) I am horrified that Cody has taught Jamie to scream about his "hate". I am even more horrified that I taught Cody to use the word "hate". I know it is my fault, though I NEVER use it to refer to another person. I know I have said it about situations though, without even thinking about it. Just like that, here we are. My boys both know the word hate, and know how to use it with such passion. Yesterday I asked Cody if he would like me to put soap in his mouth to clean out all the dirty words. (Nothing really serious, just "hate", and "darnit" which he actually uses as an insult. Great. I will be up for another Mother of the Year Award.) He said to me, "No, because then I will poop it out!" Good grief.

You see, I am struggling here, and in my struggling I am not only suffering, my children are suffering too. I feel terrible about all of it. I want to crawl in a hole and hide for a long time. I want to borrow the technology of the "cone of silence", from Get Smart. I just want to get through a day without being enraged at my kids, but lately it is not happening. I am at a loss. I want to call the Supernanny, except I'd be embarrassed at what a terrible job I am doing these days.

I had another rant today that I will not be buying any more toys because my kids aren't interested in toys. They want to take things that do not belong to them and play with those. I mean things that are not toys. Amazingly, I can't think of an example right now, even though I spent the entire day chasing Jamie and removing objects from his hands. Okay, the batteries from the TV remote. There's an example.

So, I know I don't paint a pretty picture, but this is me right now. This is my life. Today I cleaned the toilets and accidentally splashed myself severely with toilet water. Before the toilet was cleaned. Perfect. Baptized in eau de toilette.

Gotta go. Mike's home with the groceries and it's almost 11 p.m. Time to put them away and get to bed. We're both exhausted.

Monday, May 17, 2010

It's Monday and I'm Garfield.

It is ten to twelve. I'm still in my pajamas, and I am about to eat my breakfast. There was a time in my life that would have meant I had slept in until 11:30 a.m. or so. Not now. I just have not had a chance to feed myself. Micah is now down for a nap. Cody is out riding his bike, and Jamie...Oh Jamie. He is outside wearing shorts, a t-shirt, winter boots and a neck warmer, and swinging a golf club. I tried to put him in sandals, but he was having none of it. I have decided to leave him to do his thing. I don't have the energy to fight with him today. Sometimes he reminds me of the kid in Marian Child. Hehe. Only less extreme. Now the question is, will I have a chance to eat my breakfast before I get interrupted and have to make lunch for the boys? It's a good question.

On the agenda for the day is laundry. More and more laundry. I am behind, and we need to get caught up around here. I can't decide whether to put Jamie down for a nap today, but I think I will. We have taken him off naps recently, but he stays up late regardless, so I think I might just let him sleep in the afternoons.

Well, that was several hours ago. Micah and Jamie are both napping. Micah's last nap was interrupted by a very intense tantrum thrown by Cody. Wow, I was mad. He woke Micah up on purpose to make me mad. He told me he hated me and later he told me he had wanted to break my door and go in my room and break all my stuff. He is four years old. Wow. Cody is a very sweet and sensitive boy, so it's hard to understand where these incredible tantrums come from. I kind of expected that my kids would one day tell me they hate me, but I thought it might be closer to their teens. I am truly very discouraged and not sure how to proceed. That's my Monday. Not much fun so far. I hope things improve. At least I only have Cody right now, but even in the small things he is disobeying everything I say, so I kind of feel like a very unworthy person. I have tried everything and it seems he just does not respect me, so there must be something wrong with me. I would like to go on a holiday. Would it change anything? Probably not. I just like the idea of going somewhere quiet.

Anyway, I guess I'm complaining a bit. Sorry about that. I better sign off here. I'm hungry and I have not made any kind of plan for supper. Oops.

Friday, May 14, 2010

No naps today...

Oh boy...I am going crazy today. I don't suppose there is any special reason for it. I mean, the boys are the same way they are every single day. It's just that today I am trying to finish up my homework and I don't want to leave it for the evening because this evening I will be taking Cody to T-ball for the first time ever. I'm nervous about it, believe it or not. I know that's kind of pathetic, but I have never done the "soccer mom" thing before, and I don't even know exactly where I am going. Add to that the fact that I have been assigned as a group leader for tonight and I don't know what I am doing. I'm sure it will be fine, and Cody will probably have a blast. I am just nervous, that's all. I'm kind of a recluse, so this is a major step out of my comfort zone.

Let's add fuel to the fire, shall we? I'm not letting Jamie nap today. Oh dear. I hope that does not backfire on me horribly. The basement is off limits because they found and smashed a light fixture which we were saving for our outside lights on the back of the house, and I have not been able to clean it up yet due to baby responsibilities, so I have temporarily locked them out of the basement.

Now, they are outside, which is great, but they are intending to initiate me into one of the rites of boyhood, by the look of things. They are attempting to bring bugs into the house. I know not all mothers are like me, but I can say with honesty that I am really very strongly against bringing bugs into my house. Yesterday Cody brought in a "butterfly", which was in fact a poor moth that he had pinched very tightly by the wings. He brought it in and took it to his room briefly, after being strictly instructed not to let go at any cost. He did take it back outside, but just now I caught Jamie trying (at his brother's urging) to bring in a grasshopper. Mere words cannot describe how much I despise grasshoppers, and though it is irrational, yes, I am scared of them. I stuck my head out the window and called out, "Whatever that is, do not bring it in the house." They showed me the offending grasshopper through the window and I was grateful that I had been able to intercept them.

Now, Micah is crawling toward me full tilt, wailing loudly and exuberantly to let me know he is angry with me for removing the piece of packing tape that I had found in his mouth. He was disassembling a book that I had repaired with packing tape, and then I guess the logical next step to him was to eat it. It gives new meaning to devouring a book. While I do want to foster a passion for books in this house, I took it away from him, and I have since taken a break from this post to change him and attempt to feed him some solids. He was not very interested, so I put him to bed. He did not like it, but he has settled very quickly. He still has a cold and his eyelids are puffy and purplish, so he looks awful. Hopefully the nap will help.

So, enough is enough. Now that I am kid and baby free, I must grab this opportunity to work on my homework! Maybe a miracle will occur and I will finish it before this evening. I hope so! Bye for now.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Buns and Flies.

Every day is a new adventure. I never know whether it will be a great day, or a terrible day. This morning started very badly, with Cody yelling from his bed as loud as he could, "MOM! I'm HUNGRY", over and over again. Did I mention that was at 6:30 a.m.? There is something about being awoken before you need to wake up that is most disturbing. Even worse is when it is a living being that awakens you. I remember times in my life when I was enraged at a bird, or a flock of birds who were just too darn expressive at that hour of the day. But at least they were happy. Having a child wake you up when he is already throwing a tantrum is a sure fire way to get into a bad mood. Which I did. As did Mike. And let me tell you, it takes a lot to get Mike in a bad mood. I had a bad feeling about the day.

And I was right. Cody was a bag for the first few hours of the day, and things did not turn around until he and Jamie finally went outside at about 10:30 a.m. or maybe closer to 11:00 this morning. Since then, Jamie has had some grouchy times, but now he is fine after having a nice long nap. In fact, the house is quiet. They just went outside, and Micah is still sleeping. I have been working on my homework, but I'm taking a little break. Now that the house is quiet, it's not so bad in here! Hehe.

Actually, I got downright domestic today and made buns. Well, okay, I'm still in the process of making buns. With my kitchen so spotless it is very inspiring to bake, and it has been that way for almost a week now. I did have a bit of a scare when I started the buns, because I had the yeast and sugar and salt and water in the bowl rising when I discovered I might not have enough flour to complete the recipe. It calls for ten cups. I know, that's a lot, but we have the professional model Kitchen Aid mixer and it can manage a recipe even bigger than that. So, it turned out we did have enough flour, and now all the buns are on pans rising. In just under an hour they will be ready to be baked. Mmm. I hope they turn out well. I am much more confident in my buns now than I was a year ago. Hehehe.

I tried something else today. A home remedy of sorts. I got one of those emails...you know, the kind that tell you all sorts of handy things to do in order to permanently rid your life of mosquitos, and cure cancers that are incurable...and so on? Well, this one was about getting rid of flies. I never used to care about flies, but I grew up in the city, and they were never a really big deal there. Here, on warm days I don't even want to sit on the porch swing because the buzz of thousands of flies that are swarming the house is literally all you can hear. It is quite disgusting. So I got this email that said if you fill a ziploc bag with water and toss a few pennies in, you hang it outside where the flies are and it drives them away. Yes, I know that sounds ludicrous. All those emails are ludicrous, but they also are inevitably backed up by some kind of very scientific sounding proof, or at the very least something that sounds quite logical. It has something to do with the multi-faceted eyes of a fly and how the refraction of the water drives them crazy, or scares them, or whatever. Apparently there are many people who believe it works and there are just as many who don't. Well, it's cheap and easily available, so I decided to give it a go. Today is the first really warm day we've had in a while, so the flies are indeed gathering on the deck. I put the bag out a while ago. Well, I can tell you that when Cody left the door open earlier he let in about three really big and really fast ones, and that's the first time this year we've had flies come in when the door opened, so strike one for the little water-filled baggie which is hanging right outside the door. I will step outside right now to check on things and give you the update... Hm. It's hard to say. There are about twenty flies out there right now. That sounds like a lot, but there are usually hundreds. However, when I put the bag out earlier, there did not seem to be any more than there are now. Maybe I'll give this experiment a few days to really see what I think...though I strongly suspect I know what the outcome will be.

Anyway, Micah has now woken up, and here I am still blogging instead of doing my homework. Does a procrastinator's life ever change? Well, maybe eventually.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Work, work, work!

Today is a quiet day so far, but could be a challenging one nonetheless. Mike is off in the big city today for a work-related conference, and he does not know what time he will arrive home. That means I may be on my own with these boys right through bed time, and that is always the biggest challenge. All three of them have colds, and they have had two very late nights in a row so they have been very grouchy.

I started this entry hours ago. Still the day is going well, which is something of a miracle. Mike confirmed in an email that he will not be home until well after the boys are in bed, so I am truly alone. I am having a good day though. I have been quite inspired because I got the kitchen really clean (except for the floors, which need washing), and the living room too, and even the laundry room which was previously quite cluttered. Now I feel much more inspired to clean because I am not overwhelmed. I have done a lot of laundry today, and dishes too, and at lunch time I made a casserole for supper. It's in the oven now, and I just baked cookies with the boys. Even still, the kitchen looks awesome and it makes me feel like I can face the day. Maybe it just feels less chaotic when it looks less chaotic. I know, that's probably pretty obvious, and I guess I knew that, but right now I just feel so good having this part of the house clean. Hehe. I didn't mention anything about the bedrooms, but one thing at a time, right? Micah's room needs an overhaul because I don't have anywhere to keep all of his clothes. I need to go through and purge everything that is too small, which I have to do every month or two. Once I do that I'll be able to put all his clothes away. Yikes. Just feels like I can barely keep up around here. Or I guess more like I can't keep up around here at all. I told Mike on Friday to give me a job description for the day so I could think of this more like an actual job. I asked him if he could choose one thing for me to get done that day, what would it be? He chose getting the kitchen cleaned, so I did. Somehow, it makes me more focused if I have an assignment. Yesterday it was the living room. Today, survival. Hehe. But I've done much more than survive. Here's hoping the next two hours are not too horrible.

Signing off for now as supper will be ready in a few minutes.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Boys are crazy.

Saturday is here and it feels just like any other day. I am home alone with the boys, though Micah just went down for a nap and the other two are playing nicely in the basement, so I am having a bit of a break now. Micah seems to be out of sorts, and has what appears to be the beginnings of a cold. Jamie does too. It seems like it's hard to avoid getting sick these days. I do not have a cold, but I woke up with a very bizarre ailment. I seem to have injured my jaw in my sleep. It is so sore I can barely chew my food, or even yawn or sneeze, or move my jaw at all. How does this happen? Is it possible that I was grinding my teeth or clenching my jaw so hard in my sleep that I woke up like this? Anyway, I hope it goes away soon. I feel weird.

On the bright side, the sun is shining and the leaves are a brilliant green after all the rain we have had. Even though I am stuck in the house right now, it is sort of inspiring to see the leaves shimmering in the wind and the white clouds floating lazily by. It is not very warm out, but that's okay. I was going to go to a horse sale today, just to observe and check out all the horses, but I forgot about it until about half an hour ago. It started 20 minutes ago, and I don't know how long it goes, so I probably won't be going. Mike is off picking up a mowing attachment for the tractor so he can mow the little bushes out of our pasture area to get prepared for horses. He has to drive the tractor there and back, so it will take a really long time. He has been gone an hour, but I don't expect him back for a while yet. Sadly, this may thwart yet another dump day. That will make two in a row!

Other than that, it is a typical day around here. Jamie hit Micah over the head this morning with a hairbrush. Jamie has also developed an obsession with soya sauce. Multiple times this week he has snuck the bottle out of the fridge and attempted to drink out of it. Last night he took it during supper when both of us were preoccupied and he removed the lid and poured it into his bowl before either of us knew what had happened. Cody alerted us to the situation, but Jamie's food was already drowning in black liquid, like some kind of dreadful soup. There was about an inch of it in his bowl. We had to dump it and start his supper again. I guess he is much like his mother. I have always liked soya sauce. It's the salt. I like anything salty. Or a lot of things, anyway. This morning before I was even out of bed, Jamie came in my room and dropped the salt shaker onto me. It was in a solid lump, as usual, even though I had just washed the shaker and filled it with fresh salt. I can't even tell you how much salt I have dumped in the garbage in the last few months because Jamie has put his mouth all over the shaker and "drank" the salt, thereby desecrating all the remaining salt in the shaker. Ew. Oh well. Cody confessed to me this morning that he ate dirt outside. I asked him why and he said it was because he was a kid, and that's what kids do. I informed him that did not apply to four year olds, but he just grinned at me.

So, that is my Saturday so far, in a nutshell. Gotta run. Diaper laundry calls. Mike is back and is about to leave for the dump run. I can't go because Micah is sleeping. Maybe next time.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Another rough day...

Okay, today was not good. I probably shouldn't even say any more than that. Cody and I have been clashing quite a bit during the afternoons and I have not been patient this week. Some days I cannot handle it when he disobeys every single thing I tell him. Today was rough. Really it has been like this for almost two weeks, but yesterday was not a bad day, so I wasn't expecting things to get so terrible today. In the end, I blame myself. After all, I am the adult here. I am the one who is supposed to be mature and level-headed, but today I really lost it. I wanted out of here so bad. Mike got home and said maybe I should go ahead and get a job, if I felt like it would be better that way. Of course that is not what I really want. Well, I do wish I could contribute financially around here, but I don't want to leave my kids with someone else. But today I was not a good mother, and all I could think was, I don't want to do anything for mother's day, because if my kids give me any kind of a card saying what a great mom I am, I will not believe them. Not this week. No worries though. I asked Mike and he said they do not have any plans for mother's day.

So, instead, we are probably going to look at a horse that day. We were going to go tonight, (that is, I was going to go with one of my sisters-in-law), but the weather where we were headed was not great and it seemed like a waste of time and gas to go out there when we couldn't truly focus on the horse. So, we might go on mother's day instead. I have to finalize some arrangements first, and then we'll find out. The owner is okay with us coming that day, as long as her husband confirms it is okay. Hehe. Kind of silly, but she really was fine with it. Perhaps I will post an update in here once I know what is going on.

Anyway, not a very upbeat post, but it is what it is. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, and at the very least, it will be Friday and the end of my week. I'm off for now.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Cinco de Mayo

Okay, everyone on facebook keeps mentioning this holiday, and (okay, duh,) I just figured out today that it is the spanish translation of today's date, May 5th. So, I don't know much about the holiday except that it has something to do with a Mexican military victory that occurred on that date. I'm not a major history buff, and frankly, it is way too late at night to be doing this post, so I did not have the energy to read up on what it is about. So, why in the world am I posting about it? I'm not.

For me, cinco de mayo is just the fifth of May, but that date is significant for me for entirely different reasons. Ten years ago today, Mike proposed to me and we got engaged, so the date is very special to me. I just wanted to record that in here because I have a wonderful husband and I am very thankful to have married my soul mate. I am too tired to type any more, but there it is. I am happily married to the best husband ever, in my opinion! Love you, Mike.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Rain, rain and more rain.

It rained all morning today. Well, it poured, really, and for most of the day. My boys went outside without permission, Cody in his pajama bottoms and I don't remember what Jamie was wearing. I guess I am a wimpy mom because today I told them they were not allowed to go outside. I told them they might as well get in the tub and I'd give them a freezing cold shower, because that was essentially what they would be doing outside. I am probably too uptight to have prevented them from going out and burning off some steam, but I just couldn't bear the idea of the mud-soaked clothing and bodies that would be trekking into my house when they were done out there.

So, good call or bad call, I nixed the outdoor play today. I paid a steep price for that this afternoon. Cody had some kind of a meltdown that I am certain he inherited directly from me. He had a hysterical laughing fit that produced tears. I know, that doesn't sound so bad, does it? I don't know how to express the degree to which it got out of control. I was waiting for the hysterical crying to follow, but I actually booted him into the basement before it could happen. That started a whole new set of troubles for both Cody and I because he did not want to go and I insisted that he go because I was about to explode from his neurotic behavior. It was clear he needed some time alone, and I sure as heck did too, but it was not to be. Instead, he got angry and screamed and banged the baby gate and cried and whined and refused to even descend the stairs to play with the once-highly-sought-after Geo Trax. It kind of makes me think perhaps the completion of the playroom in the basement will not solve all of my problems and take me straight into Utopia. Dang. Maybe we just shouldn't bother then. It's a lot of work and a lot of expense finishing the basement, and if we do and they won't go down there...Well, I'll tell you what I'll do. I will go down there myself. I will shut the baby gate behind me and I will find a blissfully quiet corner in the basement where I can neither see nor hear my offspring, if only for five minutes.

Well, the boys are in bed now, though by no means quiet, and black clouds are moving in quickly and covering an already bleak and grey sky. April was beautiful, but May is not so charming thus far. I was supposed to go look at a horse on Thursday, but it looks like it is supposed to snow that day so I will likely not go.

Anyway, not much else to report for today. Oh, except if I did not mention it already, Micah took his first step yesterday, unassisted I mean. It was pretty cool. He was pretty pumped about it. I wonder how long he'll take to be walking. At his age (9 months) Cody was already walking, but Jamie did not walk until he was 14 months old, even though both of them were cruising along furniture before they turned 7 months old. They are all so different. It makes it exciting, wondering who they will become and what they will look like, what they will love and what they will be good at.

So, I'm off for now. Perhaps I will post tomorrow, but we have a play date in the morning, so we'll see. It will be a busy day. Hope the boys are not grumpy this time.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Containing Micah.

Today has been quiet so far. Jamie is exhausted after three consecutive nights of partying in his crib (and out of it) for two hours past his bed time. I can't blame him. He is excited about this new skill he has developed. Who wouldn't be? He can climb in and out of his crib, and that has opened unimaginable new freedoms for him. Poor Cody. He is not used to having a little torpedo shooting around his room, slamming the door repeatedly and bouncing off the walls while he is trying to sleep. Serves him right. He does the same thing to Jamie in the mornings. Maybe they will finally get on the same sleep cycle so someone isn't always grouchy. For today, Jamie is out of sorts, but he is napping which should take care of the problem...at least until he goes back to bed again tonight! Silly boy. The whole thing is annoying, but at the same time we do find it quite funny. I'm so glad my boys are getting along so well, even if they are misbehaving a bit! That's part of what sharing a room is about, and I'm sure it is a big part of having brothers.

I have reinforced my living room barricade in order to keep my other maniac contained. Micah is continually escaping and bolting down the hall on all fours as fast as his wiggly little body will take him. Don't get me wrong. He is my third baby, and I have long since given up the belief that it is not possible to let a baby have free access to a good portion of the house. The problem is, the other two (one in particular) leave things on the floor in every room, and unless I strapped a vacuum to each of them to suck up the dirt and debris behind them as they went, I am hard pressed to keep the floor safe for Micah. Hence, the barricade. Sadly for me, the barricade makes my house look perpetually messy. Okay, right now it IS perpetually messy. The thing is, I have done lots of laundry lately, which is nothing unusual, but I have been using those laundry baskets as part of my barricade. The problem is, without anything in them, they are too light to stop Micah, so when the laundry is clean I leave it in the baskets to weigh them down a bit. As a result, the living room has had three full baskets of laundry in it for over a week. It isn't always the same laundry. I am continually washing new stuff and rotating it, but still, it just doesn't look pretty to have all this laundry sitting around, even though it is folded in there. So, I have finally moved the baskets out (except for the one I currently need to fold) and I flipped the coffee table onto its side to use as a nice, solid fence. It joins up with the play pen and effectively blocks the whole living room from the rest of the house. Even though it looks kind of funny, it actually makes the living room feel cleaner because I was able to get rid of those laundry baskets, oh, and the cardboard box of toys that was also part of the previous barricade.

Anyway, looks like I better go. Cody is up here now, and Micah is still doing his best to eat every tiny fluff, crumb, or anything else he can find on the floor. It doesn't matter how recently I have vacuumed. It's never enough with a baby at this stage! I'm off for now.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Snow in May and Jamie's great escape.

It is the second of May and outside the snow is pouring down out of the sky as though it were the second of November instead of the beginning of summer. Our boys are begging for Freezies. This morning they left the front door wide open, so it is a balmy 17.5 degrees in our house. Lovely.

Last night was an all out adventure too, as Jamie discovered his proficiency at climbing in and out of his crib, shouting, "Watch this!" and "I did it!" There was much raucous laughter coming from the boys' room, and endless thumping as they stampeded from one side of the room to the other. Occasionally I would see a small pajama-clad body run in a blur across the hall into our room. The merriment continued until nearly 9 p.m. when we finally had to lay down the law. The problem was, neither of us were up to the task prior to that because we were laughing so hard. You have to see Jamie, but the thing is, even when he does something bad or mischievous, he is so stinking funny that it's hard to keep a straight face, let alone look angry. I took one look in their room, saw his body in a vertical position with his head down in the crib and the legs straight up against the rail before he flopped triumphantly back into his bed and then flashed me his famous Jamie grin. Oh boy. I pivoted back around in a 180 and bolted out of there, but not before he saw the smile break out on my face. Mike didn't even make it into the room before he lost it laughing. I just tried to find a picture of the Jamie face that I am referring to, but I discovered that I have not captured that look recently. Time to pull out the camera! I have lots of good smiling pictures, but I'm talking about the kind where he has that look in his eye. Words cannot describe it.

Anyway, I suppose I better sign off for now. Just couldn't resist a post to document the fact that it's snowing right now. I hope it doesn't snow all day. The leaves just turned green this week. Snow looks completely out of place right now. Hopefully it does not accumulate on the ground. There are white patches here and there on the green grass. I do NOT want to have to pull out my winter boots again! That's craziness!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Chocolate Cookies!

Wow. Yesterday I had the most wicked migraine I have ever had. For me, migraines always begin with visual disturbances which are often described as an "aura". Then, after about half an hour of not being able to see anything other than peripheral, my eyes clear up and the headache kicks in. Sometimes I am lucky and the headache part doesn't come at all. Yesterday I was not so lucky. It got so bad I was beginning to feel like I was going to throw up. Mike's mom (bless her heart!) called and offered to have Cody and Jamie for the day, so his dad came and picked them up. By then I was shaking, which was not so good because I had to pack a bag for them and get them to come inside the house. When they came in, they were covered in mud from head to toe, so I had to strip them both and shower them and dress them in fresh clothes before he got here. Anyway, they left just before noon, and I went straight to bed. I was in bed less than an hour and not quite asleep yet when Micah woke up with a wail. I stayed in bed and tried to ignore him because I was not sure I'd be able to carry him if I went to get him. After at least half an hour of listening to him complain I finally dragged myself out of bed. I hung out with him in the living room for a while and did nothing. I was able to read a bit by then because my eyes were normal, but that's about all I did. I didn't get him settled in bed again until 3:30 p.m., at which point I attempted another nap. That didn't happen. I got several phone calls, including one horse-related one, and I decided to get up and shower to see whether that would help.

All in all, it was a rough day, but I was so thankful I didn't have to deal with all three boys. Today I still have a headache off and on, but I would not classify it as a migraine. It has been a much better day, and I did the last part of my homework this morning and sent it in, so that was good. I could have finished it yesterday if I hadn't been so sick.

So today I am mostly taking it easy. Mike is baking cookies right now from a recipe I found online. I should share it here, in case anyone is hungry for super chocolate cookies. I put walnuts in mine, but if you have nut allergies they'd probably be just as good without. Okay, maybe not quite, but still very good! Here is the recipe:


Double Chocolate Cookies with Walnuts
Ingredients
1 cup butter, softened
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
2/3 cup cocoa powder
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups semisweet chocolate chips
1/2 cup chopped walnuts (optional)

Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
In large bowl, beat butter, sugar, eggs, and vanilla until light and fluffy. Combine
the flour, cocoa, baking soda, and salt; stir into the butter mixture until well blended.
Mix in the chocolate chips and walnuts. Drop by rounded teaspoonfuls onto ungreased
cookie sheets.
Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven, or just until set. Cool slightly on the cookie sheets before transferring to wire racks to cool completely.

 That's all for today, I think. Just a quiet Saturday. Not even a dump run today due to other stuff that came up. Now everyone is rushing off to bath. Yay. More quiet time for me!