Brotherly Love

This is going to be quick because it's late and I'm tired. Today Tanner stood on a chair and it fell with him on it, smashing his finger. Pretty sure it's broken, spoke to our good friend who's an orthopedist who said he will be ok, we'll see him on Monday, call him if it gets worse. The real story here is how his brothers reacted. Cade was at Vacation Bible School, and Tristan was here. Tristan showed a side we rarely see. He kept bringing bandaids, food, toys, etc to Tanner as he screamed hysterically. Tristan would pat him and say, "It's ok, Boo-boo" and his big blue eyes looked so sad at the sight of his brother in pain. When we picked up Cade and told him about it, he dropped everything to look at Tanner's hand and ask him if he was ok and was just so sweet and solicitous of his baby brother. See, the moral of the story here is that there is hope. Hope that one day, they will be best of friends. I need to re-read this entry on a day that they have done nothing but scream, fight, and name-call all the live long day. Umm, that will be tomorrow, I fear.

Wishful Thinking

OK, it's just sad and depressing when your own child tells you the house is too messy. We moved in about a month and a half ago and there are still boxes and crap EVERYWHERE. Ugh. And I'm not a great housekeeper. I need a maid. Seriously, if I win the lottery, I am SO getting a housekeeper.

I suck

I know, I am sucking lately at blogging. But hey, I have good excuses. My husband is working in Montana, we moved, I got strep throat, a raging sinus infection, threw my back out, got an abscess in a tooth that required emergency oral surgery (and let me tell you, every Mom should have some percoset on hand. Good Lord!). And all of that since about mid-May. Not to mention dealing with the hellions, ahem, I mean, BOYS by myself. So. More to come soon.

Tristan age 4

Joy

Things I said I'd Never Do

After talking to my friend and college roommate, Stacey, yesterday and mentioning that my kids love Spongebob even though I swore I'd never let my kids watch it, I decided to make a list of the things I swore I'd never, ever do.

1. Let my kids watch Barney. When Cade was a baby, I tried my best to get him to watch Barney, Teletubbies, ANYTHING just to get 10 minutes for SOMETHING. Broke that resolution real quick.

2. Let them eat candy - like that was not going to happen or something

3. Play in the street - to my defense, we DO live in a cul de sac

4. Let them play video games - Thank HEAVENS for Playstation - it gives me a chance to fix dinner.

5. Yell at my kids - Ummmm, yeah. I'm a bad mom.

6. Bribe them. "Tristan, if you will PLEASE give Boo-Boo that toy, I will give you a dollar." Works every time. Tristan and Cade have quite the stash.

7. Spoil them - see #6

8. Ignore them - I have learned a little benign neglect never hurt anyone. Makes them more independent. Yeah, that's right.

9. I swore I'd never, ever, EVER let my kids fight - they would be best buddies. Delusional, that's all I have to say.

10. I would never give birth without an epidural. OK, so Tristan's didn't take because the guy didn't do it correctly and there wasn't time with Tanner. Cade was the only one that went as planned. Figures.

Just to note - as I've been typing this list off the top of my head, my two younger ones have been running around without pants, jumping off the stairs into their little chairs (yes, I can see them) and screaming with joy. Only one mishap when Tristan jumped and missed. No blood. No bruises. He's all good.

It's SPONGEBOB!!

For my sweet friend Stacey.

Remember the things that we said we'd NEVER do...