Times like these

I haven't wrote a blog in a while, because I didn't think anything really happened that needed to be written out. But then the more I thought about it, the more I realized there's been plenty of short stories that made me laugh, made me crazy, made me happy.

Like last Sunday, when we wanted to take the best boys to the park and as soon as we crossed the street it started to sprinkle a few raindrops. Daddy said, "it's not gonna rain, rain. We'll be fine." So we continued on. About 10 minutes after we started playing, it started to drizzle, then it was a full on summer downpour. The boys had a blast. Even the New Kid decided the swing is awesome, and spent the entire time laughing. It was like a poor man's trip to Water Country, which works out, since we are far from rich.

Or last Thursday, when I spent 4 hours watching my little sister be in labor, watched her have contraction after contraction, watched the nurses be kind of obnoxious, watched her scream and cry, but didn't watch her have my perfect, little nephew. How did I miss that? She was 6cm, the nurses were calling for an epidural, and my mom wanted to go outside for a cigarette, because they were convinced it would take a while. Nope, 5 minutes. When a girl wants to push, you should probably listen. We left the room at 6cm and came back to a 6lb 1.7oz teeny, tiny baby.

Or the other night when I said, " why aren't we in the Wheel Watcher's Club?" Then decided to sign up, while Daddy was watching Jeopardy, and while no one was watching Baduka pull poop out of his diaper. We know how that ended.

Or last night, when Dizzy sat on my lap and watched a video of himself on my phone, and was laughing so hard, we had to video him on Daddy's phone. What was he doing in the video? Climbing on my lap, saying hi, and falling off onto the floor, over and over. Comedy gold.

Or the the other night when I went to check on the maniacs, and Baduka and Dizzy were asleep together on the bottom bunk. I hope they always end the day as friends like that.

And then there was this morning, when I quietly opened their bedroom door, to see Baduka "reading" to his brothers. The book is Does a Kangaroo Have a Mother Too? and it goes through a bunch of animals asking if they have mothers and YES, YES! Just like me and you! And it was hard to understand, but I knew what he was doing and it was in the exact way, down to the pointing to himself, like I read it to him.

That was when I realized, that I may not have a crazy, ridiculous, these kids are insane, story every day, but I have a lot of stories that make those times even more worth it.

Ahh, kids.

I came into the kitchen to make Dizzy a peanut butter sandwich, and he seemed pretty excited. I mean, it is his favorite of all the sandwiches, so it makes sense. I handed it to him, he smiled and took a huge bite, and I turned around to grab myself a handful of Chicken In A Biskit crackers. He practically launched that sandwich, in order to free his grubby little hands, for one of my delicious, delicious crackers. Little brat. As we snacked, I thought of a list of reasons why having kids is a crazy idea.

* You can almost never hide the fact that you're eating something delicious.

* You will definitely trip, kick, or step on the same 57 toys everyday. No matter how many times you put them away.

* You will almost never sleep past 7:30 in the morning, as long as diapers and bottles are still required.

* You will have to see disgusting, gross, smelly things in your kids' pants, at least 3 times a day, per kid under 4.

* You will find a moment every few days, where you can sit, get comfy, and not do anything, and in that moment, all hell breaks loose.

* You can't really ever not make something for dinner, even on the nights that all you want to eat is a Malibu and Diet.

* You have to teach them So.Many.Things. Like don't smother your brother, don't feed him magazines, don't unfold the laundry, don't wipe peanut butter on the couch, don't bite the dog, don't headbutt Daddy's crotch, don't dump the bathtub onto the floor, don't run away, don't jump from there, don't put your toothbrush in the toilet...

* You have to do almost all these things, without completely losing your mind.

And that's why kids come out so cute, so you don't give them away to the next person who rings the doorbell during naptime.

Just in case I was bored...

Tomorrow is Dizzy's 2nd birthday, and I swear these kids know how to drive me the craziest, just when I need to be the busiest. The day started off with them dumping all their toy buckets, and its gone downhill from there.

My mom is the best Nana ever, so she came to watch them, while I went to get cake ingredients, and I swear she couldn't get out of here fast enough! While I was gone they dumped all the buckets of toys again and drove her insane. I was gone 30 minutes.

I thought things were calming down when I discovered their mutual love of Ring Pops. While they happily and QUIETLY enjoyed them, I got the favor bags filled. Dizzy even fell asleep for a short crazy recharge.

I knew I was probably pushing my luck when I put on Monsters Inc, for the 327th time this month, but I just thought, "there's only a few dishes, I can definitely wash them before Mike and Sulley report to the Scare Floor."

And yes, I did get them washed. But it cost me an early Baduka bath.

Why? Because of course, he festively sprinkled poop balls throughout the living room. And then smashed them into the floor with his feet.

I need a drink.

Rain, Rain DON'T go away...

On Monday, when I dropped off Baduka at school, I was a little freaked out by the chaos. There were a lot of new "teachers" getting matched up with the returning kids. I'm pretty sure they are all college students learning How To Go Crazy In One 5 Week Period. Thankfully, Baduka is still with his teacher for the summer, but not his two regular teachers aides. So yes, I did text Daddy from the car, that I was "a little nervy-nerve."

Tuesday when I picked him up, I definitely did not want to hear the following words...

"(Baduka) had a great day, except for when he escaped..."

UMMM, WHAT?!

Apparently, for the first time ever, he tried to leave the playground at recess. She said it was less than a minute before she got him back, but it was scary and unexpected. I said to her she's lucky she found him, because I would have had to kill her and I wasn't wearing my murdering pants. And then we chuckled Ha Ha Ha.

Seriously, though.

Now I'm back to being terrified that he's going to run away. I showed up today with his kid alarm in his bag. She promised they weren't actually going outside today, because of the rain, and she's getting bungee cords for the gate for recess time. It does little to calm my crazy though, my worst fear is him running away.

Since bad weather keeps them inside for recess, I hate to inform you all that I will be perfecting my Rain Dance til August. Sorry to ruin your summer.

Household helper

I took a little vacation from the blogging thing, while Baduka was on a vacation from school. Vacation week was not as crazy as I thought it was going to be. Some family days, some swimming, some fireworks. It was good.

I had high hopes today was going to be easy. Did some laundry. Did some hanging out. Debated on whether I should take them swimming at Nana and Papa's after school, when Dizzy made the decision for me.

While I was in the kitchen washing cups and making a bottle, he took it upon himself to do a little cleaning.

By dumping an entire bottle of water on the couch and floor.

Umm. That's where I sit.

Swimming it is!