Strike two against me came in the form of Cole's first bloody nose. I was putting Keith in the car and Cole was standing right beside me, or so I thought, when he tripped and smacked his face on the sidewalk. It was bad. That's all I'm going to say about that fiasco. Fortunately, he won't commit this event to long-term memory and will hopefully still love me someday. I hope he can also learn to forgive me for not removing his fingers fast enough from the door jam at a play date and for not catching his ear infection before his ear drum ruptured for the second time this month. I know. If you want to nominate me for mother of the year, now would be a great time.
Keith continues to initiate regular wrestling sessions with Cole. He's reminiscent of a relentless little bull dog when he is on the attack. He does not shy away from kids much larger than him as he snakes their toys and makes them cry. I'm not proud of it. (well, okay, maybe a little.) He is a feisty little guy. But I am trying to teach him to back off when Cole and other kids don't want to play rough. This is Brent teaching the boys to kiss and make up after a wrestling session. Sadly, Keith has learned to use this as an "in" before assaulting his larger and unsuspecting brother.
And despite my best efforts to clear out the lower shelves of the pantry of anything harmful or messy, Keith discovered a box of lasagna noodles which he sneakily opened and then turned the noodles into convenient weapons of mass destruction, both to my kitchen floor and Cole.
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Well, just think that you are getting through a lot of stuff because you have double trouble that have different personalities. Every single one of my kids were into something different and sneaky in each way. And the breakfast thing, oh please, it happens sometimes that they have cookies, it is about as good as a donut anyway. ":)
I love that you stop and take so many pictures--even if they are less than flattering at times. You will be so blessed to have this wonderful record of the boys' growing up 20 years down the line when you can only remember that you were going to remember all of this! I remember several time saying "I'm making a mental picture of this." Now all I remember is saying it, not what it was!
Darcee -
Your boys are so cute and I love hearing about the everyday going-ons in your life. My 2 year old Alex is the feisty one in our family and loves wrestling with his big brother too. Usually Jared likes it too though. Amen to cookies for breakfast. The same thing has happened at our house. Even when I try to sneak it when they aren't looking it's like they have eyes in the back of their head (I thought only Mom's did) and come running asking for their cookie.
Some kids you just want them to eat, other kids, you just want them to stop eating. Tricky tight rope. The other day I gave them FIber One granola bars for breakfast thinking at least they are kinda healthy, and the kids ate them up. Unfortunately the fiber just ran through Logan and out his diaper 2 hours later. Gross. Just a warning.
Ha, this morning for breakfast Ty had brownies and milk! And Keith is hilarious with his "sneaky steal the toy" routine! I hope we can sit close to you in church again, it was so entertaining for Ty last week :)
What an adorable duo, it would be hard to say "no."
They are just adorable!!!! I love them soooooo much!
Maddie P.
If you really want to be "Mother of the Year" you will channel that natural (read genetic) prediposition towards wrestling into some more formalized training. I am sure Brent can come up with some mini-Terminator skill development drills that will not only help them burn off the cookies they are pounding down for a breakfast, but will also enhance their future grappling abilities.
What I love most is that you aren't afraid to whip out the camera to take a picture of the bloody nose before you clean it up!! :) i'm the same way! Sean was giving me a hard time about the time I was giggling and taking pictures of Isaac when he was in the hospital and was totally looking drunk because of the liquid sedative. Oh yes, let me get a picture of you stuck in a corner, or under a chair before I rescue you! I'm convinced it makes the best pictures!! :)
I love that the term 'sneakily' is employed in your posts.
Love the bloody photos even more :)
Miss you most!
Hugs,
S
I still think you are in the runnings for mother of the year! Plus their fighter instincts and trouble making tendencies are more then likely hereditary so there isn't a whole lot you can do about that. Send them my way whenever you want!!;)
I love that you take pictures too. These really are the fun times. I love showing Aspen the pictures of her 'fun' times and reminiscing of the chaos that often was our life with her. I wouldn't trade the pictures or the messes for anything.
You could be doing a lot worse things than giving the boys cookies for breakfast! I haven't seen anything but great nurturing skills from you.
Cole and Keith are tough little boys! I hope Caden can keep up with them when he is older.
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