Bad Mothering

Today had to be one of my worst days as a mother. Of course I'd like to say that my children had the worst days of their young lives, but I really don't think that was the case. I know what the problem was, I had a long list of thing to accomplish, and nothing on it even hinted at playing with or spending time with the boys. Time and time again I have found that if I will take just 10 minutes and play baseball or put a puzzle together with Isaiah he is more than happy to go off and do his own thing for awhile. Nate seemed really clingy today too. He probably needed held. Pretty soon he won't want to be held. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER THIS STUFF IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT?

Jeremy had work today and didn't get home until after 6:00. Being the wonderful husband that he is he let me leave for awhile, by myself, to do some shopping. I usually feel a little guilty for leaving him with the boys after he's worked all day, but tonight I just took advantage of the offer and left. When I got home he was reading to both boys. Looked like nothing much had happened. Then I heard the rest of the story...

Nathan loves to climb up on the kitchen chairs. Tonight he climbed up and spilled Isaiah's orange juice on the floor. Jeremy went to the sink to get something to cleaning it up. While he was gone, Nathan dropped Jeremy's glass onto the floor. The glass of course broke. Nathan has now earned some time in his highchair. It has wheels and Jeremy pushed it out of his way so he could clean up the mess. He pushed it next to the fridge. Where Nathan gladly played with the water button making yet one more mess. DOESN'T THAT JUST MAKE YOU SMILE? :) Nathan gets into so much more than Isaiah ever did. What a dear husband I have!

Two of my sister-in-laws let their kids play with beans. I decided to try it. It works great for about the first 5 minutes until someone (usually Nate) realizes that they are so much fun to throw. :( Maybe it's a boy thing. Anyway, you really should try this very cheap way to keep your kids busy sometime. Of course they are a choking hazard, so keep a close eye on small kids. I give them each a bowl or two and a couple measuring cups. If you put the kids and the beans on an old sheet the clean up is much easier. That is until they start throwing the beans. :(

The Story of My Life...

First of all, I get tired of looking at the same old colors and template on this blog so today I decided to change it. I messed and messed with it, but still don't like it. I'm tired of wasting my time on it.

In case you haven't noticed I am greatly enjoying being able to upload a picture in 10 seconds instead of the 10 minutes it takes at home. If you get tired of pictures let me know. :)

Here's a picture of Nathan doing one of his favorite things, playing in the toilet. We try to remember to close the door, but he seems to sense it the moment someone forgets to close it and he heads right to it. You'll notice he has something in his hand. It's his favorite stuffed moose. Actually, it's one of two. We bought him a second one because he sucks (yuck!) on the antlers when he's falling to sleep and I wanted to be able to wash one while he sleeps with the other one. Normally, he is not allowed to carry Moose around the house. This day I saw he had it, but hadn't taken it from him yet. Things got quiet and this is what we found. (notice the unsnapped onesie hanging out the front. He's cute and his mama dresses him funny. (if you've never heard that you won't understand, or laugh at it.)

In other news here is Isaiah sporting his basketball hat and glasses. We see

stuff like this so often that we almost forget that it's odd. People must wonder about us.Isaiah is in my cousin's wedding the end of February. They bought him a black suit to wear (he looks so adorable!) I needed to find him a white shirt. I was thrilled to find this outfit (included black pants) at a used clothing store for $6.50. He is very excited about it too.

Update

Since so many of you seem interested in the recent invasion that has occurred at our house I guess I'll continue the story.

Last night Someone went to Wal-mart for a couple of things. One of which was mouse traps. At least that is what the Other Someone thought, but forgot to remind Someone. So Someone forgot the traps. The forgetting isn't really a bad thing. It simply means that Someone isn't living in fear of Things that like to scamper up your legs and get tangled in your hair. The no traps part was a bad thing for the Other Someone. So, Someone, being very resourceful remembered that we had some rat (RAT!) poisoning left over from our apartment in Gettysburg. (who would think that a cool place like Gettysburg, PA would have mice?)

Someone placed the "food" in the basement then came upstairs to explain to the Other Someone what would happen.


Someone: "Rodents will eat the poison then you will start to see them in about 5 days" (something like that)

Other Someone (thinking) Hmmm. Eat Poison. Sounds good. "See" them in 5 days?

OS: "What does that mean?" (picturing drunk mice slouching around the kitchen)

S: Well, in about 5 days they'll come out and just die right here on the kitchen floor. Nathan will probably play with them.

OS: Not available for comment.

Can we fix it?

Yesterday morning I pulled a bag of granola out of the cupboard and noticed a nice little round hole in the side of the bag. Hmmm, almost looks like a mouse could have done that. Immediately little chills ran all over my body and I became very jumpy. Then I decided maybe the bag got caught on something. Yes, that must be it. We've never had a mouse problem since we've lived in this house.

Fast forward to sometime in the middle of the night last night. I woke up to the sound of something. Sounded like one of the boys had snuck a toy into bed with them. So I went to investigate. Nope, both boys are sound asleep and that's when I realized that the sound was coming from somewhere in the kitchen. Now, most of you wise people would calmly walk into the kitchen and hunt down the noise. Not me. I was in my bare feet! "Jeremy, what's that noise?" In a loud whisper so as not to wake of the boys or scare the Thing. Jeremy stumbled out of bed and decided that the sound was coming from the ceiling! He bangs on it a few times, the noise stops and he goes back to bed. I run back to bed. I was in my bare feet! Jeremy assures me that we'll set some traps and catch the Thing and then he falls back to sleep. Not me. Are you kidding??!! My mind works the best at night.

There is a hole in the ceiling of MY closet. The hole was made before we moved in. It has something to do with the plumbing from the upstairs bathroom. Now if your mind works as well as mine does you will be picturing little creepy mice crawling from the ceiling through that hole -into my clothes!! Into my shoes! I'm home all day I'll wear what I wore yesterday and didn't put away. Thankfully I didn't put my shoes away either. Everyone knows you ALWAYS wear shoes if there are mice in the house.

Next thought. I really should have something to protect myself and my young if one of these Things should make an appearance. Isaiah thinks I'm scared of spiders. I'm not scared of spiders. I dislike spiders. If he sees me around a mouse he'll need counseling. Maybe I need counseling. Yes, I need to protect us. Tools. Maybe a hammer, or a broom, of a shovel. Yes a big heavy snow shovel. It's in the basement.

Next thought. If they're in the ceiling on the main floor then they most certainly are in the basement. What if they are in the ceiling of the basement?? I need a hat. It's in my closet. Won't work. If they're in the ceiling they have to be on the floor. Boots. Big rubber boots. I'd have to dump them upside down while standing on my bed so that if any of the dozens of little Things crawled into the boots they would fall out and run away. This could work. I don't own rubber boots. Won't work. Note to self, have Jeremy get me a sledge hammer when he is home for lunch.

Speaking of tools, here's a picture of Isaiah in his Bob the Builder outfit that he wore to Story hour on "dress like your favorite story character" day. Just a little reward for anyone still reading this nonsense. All together now "Boooob, the builder, YES WE CAN!"

I'm off to find away to keep Think 1, 2 or 3 from escaping out of my closet.

Seen

Isaiah picking his nose, with Nathan's finger. :(

Why God?

I don't often ask this question, but several days ago I wanted to ask it, shout it...

Word Verification

Does anyone else ever have trouble with word verifications when you leave a comment on someone's blog? Charity, I left a comment on your blog tonight, but no letters showed up in the verification box. It's like that part of the page never downloaded. I know these verification things are for security reasons, but I couldn't even see the letters!! Just thought I'd vent a little. :) happy Friday!