Capturing and remembering moments

There are so many things that happen on a daily basis that I would love to try to capture in my memory and remember forever. I would love to say, "I will never forget such and such" but we all know we can't remember everything. I'm hoping to write down lots of these things in this blog in hopes to create a blog book for my children. This is where random posts take place.

The other night Nate was on his way to bed. I had to do a double take on his, um, bedtime outfit. He had on spiderman boxers, no shirt, a viking hat and was wielding a teddy bear fly swatter in lieu of a sword. Ah yes, a scary man he was.

The other day in the car Lex and Nate were arguing. I thought they were talking to me so I asked what they were talking about. I was informed, by Lex, that they were having an argument with themselves and that it did not involve me and it was private. Yes, those were his words. To say I was a bit taken back would be an understatement. They continued "arguing" with low voices for the next few minutes and then informed me when they were done. I guess this is part of growing up, huh?

As the summer days move on and it gets closer and closer to school time, I am reminded just how precious time is with them. Lex is going to be gone full days in just two short months. Nate will be heading off to preschool for a few hours a week. This house is going to be eerily quiet. Part if me is so incredibly happy that they are growing up to be well rounded, excited for life boys. But, the other part of me wants to capture them as they are because they are my babies and I love them just the way they are. I have truly enjoyed every stage they have gone through (I didn't say every day). They are excited to "get big." I was informed by Lex that they will always be my babies and that even when they grow up and get their own house that they will still always come and visit me and spend Christmas with me. This was quickly agreed by Nate. Ah, bittersweet. Now, excuse me while I go have a good cry.

Breakfast foods

When I had Lex, I had grandiose ideas of what my children would and would not eat. Well, let's just say, when you add more kids into the mix, those ideas often get thrown out of the window. Recently for breakfast they have had; freeze pops, chips, cold pizza, leftover cold chicken tenders, sugar cereal, hot dogs, peanut butter sandwiches, grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and, well, you are getting the point. Now, I do not feed my kids crap all the time. We do so in moderation! Joking, people, joking. Sometimes we all just need to let loose and let kids be kids. Who says they have to have cereal every morning? Bailey is a pancake eater, but we don't have that daily. The other two, not so much. Nate prefers dry cereal. Lex prefers leftovers. Somedays, I am just happy they are eating something. Other days, it's non-stop. It's all about flexibility in this house.

Overheard today...

Some background information...when the kids are put in time-out, they are allowed to come out when they are calm and ready to talk about what happened. We discuss w hy there were there, what they could have done differently, etc.

Fast forward to about an hour ago. Lex has taken on the big brother thing BIG TIME this week. If he doesn't want something done, Nate doesn't do it. We try to not intervene all the time because we want the kids to work it out, but sometimes it's unavoidable. Like today. Lex was in time out on the stairs. From the kitchen I hear him tell Nate, in a whisper, "When I am done sitting here and I am done talking to Mom, I am going to take you into the living room where it's private and slap you!" I guess perfectly behaved children would be too much to ask for, huh? And, probably boring! These kids keep me on my toes!

All about Heaven

1. Lex: Mom, what do you think I would find at the end of a rainbow?
Me: I'm not sure buddy. What do you think is there?
Lex: Hmmm....probably Heaven.

2.Nate lost his grip on his balloon and he was crying as it sailed away. Lex came over to him, hugged him (!) and said, "Don't worry Nate. Your balloon is just going to Heaven and God will keep it safe for you there. You can play with it when you get there." Nate instantly stopped crying and smiled and said, "Yea, God will keep it safe for me." He STILL talks about his balloon in Heaven.

Look Mom, I'm pregnant!

Yep, these are the words that came out of my three year old last night. As he was getting ready for bed, he decided to put a ball in his pants and pretend he was pregnant. He kept rubbing his belly saying, "my baby is in here." While he was brushing his teeth, he said that his baby was crying. I asked him if his baby was born. He looked at me funny and said his baby was still in his belly. I then asked him if his baby was like a baby kangaroo where he keeps it in his belly for safety. Nope. His baby was still in his belly but it was crying because he hit his belly on sink so he had to just move his baby over to the side of his body. Ah, if pregnancy was that easy! :)

Checking accounts

While having a chit chat with Bailey a few days ago, she mentioned that she wished our driveway was redone and nice and smooth. I explained that we would too, but it takes some money to do that and we need to save up. She asked, "why don't you write a check?" I explained to her that I can't write a check unless their is money in the account. She then proceeded to tell me, "well, when I open an account, I'm just going to ask for a million dollars in it." LOL...ah, I think I will too with my next account.

I like to move it move it

Ah, the joys having boys. I hear Bailey and one of her friends saying, "la, la, la, la, la!" extremely loudly followed by, "Stop it!!!" Needless to say, my nosey self had to go look. There they were sitting on the swing with their hands over their ears. Why was that, one might ask? It was because both boys were standing in front of them, dancing and singing a song to the tune of "I like to move it move it." But my boys, cannot keep things the same, no, they had to change the words to "I like my penis." Yes, my three and five year old, were singing:
I like my penis penis
I like my penis penis
I like my penis penis
I like my...
Penis!!!

This is obviously not from my side of the family...