Yup, it's been that long.

Life has been busy lately. As you can tell with my last post being in May.

Brudder kept us busy all of May with baseball practice leading up to three full weekends running into June with baseball All-Star tournaments and then a party celebrating. I am proud to say that his team won the District Championship. They did amazing. At the state qualifier they did a really good job but couldn't pull out a close game win to make it to state. I was kind of relieved as this year I was pretty baseballed out!

Work has been keeping me busy. My schedule has been crazy with all of the activities that have been going on.

Einstein came back from the mountains for a visit which I think will be again permanent. It didn't take long for the fighting and arguing to pick right back up where it left off when he left last summer and visited during Christmas. He has grown so much. The last year with him gone was the hardest. I have never been away from him for a long period of time in his ten years on earth and I don't plan to spend any more months like that again until he grows up and goes to college.

Boog has been...boog. He is still his crazy three and a half year old self doing all of the things that three and a half year olds do. I'm not getting into it as it brings back memories of washing walls of sharpies and wiping poo off of the toilet. Luckily for him he is absolutely adorable when he gives me cuddles. With the economy the way it is, even the Black Market is suffering in the child trafficking department.

The biggest news is that we are going on vacation! A real, all of us together for the first time as a family of five, away from home vacation. The Assistant and I honeymooned back in September 2003 for a week. The last vacation I took was in June 2005. I had the two boys and I was pregnant with Boog. The Assistant wasn't able to go because he had just started a new job in January of that year. We always plan to take vacations but something always comes up and life ends up getting in the way. So, this is the year of a new beginning. Hopefully we can keep doing something with the boys every year. I am totally stoked about getting out of here for a little while.

Other than that, all is pretty good. I'm a major blog neglecter but hopefully I can get better about it. I'm trying to enjoy as much of this summer as I possibly can!

This kid is sick...

Britain's Got Talent 2009 Aidan Davis Dancing -


Self taught too. Craziness. With formal training and a few years, this kid could take over the dance world...for sure!

Boogie...ism

Boog's latest installment of new fantastical sentences is...

I nah talkin you ahymoe today.

Translation...I'm not talking to you anymore today.

He lied. He talked to me right after he told me he wasn't going to. With some parents, this would hurt their feelings. Not me. Don't threaten me with a good time!

Three going on thirty

WARNING: This story gets pretty nasty...it contains a lot of poop references.


Boog is one of those three year olds that wants to do everything himself. In his mind he is a grown up stuck in the body of a preschooler.

He drives me so crazy some days that I wonder if he weren't switched at birth. The other two didn't do half the stuff this kid does. He makes me feel like he is my first born and that I'm learning how to be a parent all over again.

The latest is his pooping. Yes, his pooping. He easily day trained. Never had a problem with accidents or anything like that. When he has to go, he goes. Up until a few weeks ago he didn't mind telling me when he was done. I'd come in, wipe his butt and be done with it.

Until yesterday. I walked into what I think would have been the scene from Daddy Daycare when Eddie Murphy walks into the bathroom after the little boy went poop. They didn't show the mess but you could see it in Eddie's face that it was nightmarish.

I heard Brudder hollar that Boog made a mess. He made a mess alright. He held it for so long that he barely made it to the toilet. Actually he made it to the toilet and his underwear. It wasn't a diarrhea incident but it was a mushy poo incident. It was all over the place. His underwear, the SpongeBob toilet seat, the main toilet seat, the floor, his legs...EVERYWHERE. I freaked the eff out.

I don't mind changing baby poo. I don't mind wiping preschooler poo. What I do not like is walking into the bathroom and my kid looking like he took a bath in shit. I freaked, he freaked, I cleaned him off, threw him in the shower and started cleaning dookie off the toilet, the floor and his clothes.

Meanwhile he is yelling at me that I am a mean mommy. I did yell and almost have a heart attack at the site of the amount of poo. It was gross. It was disgusting. After the whole incident, I calmed down about it and told him he was to never, ever try and wipe himself again when he has mushy poo.

Well...it almost happened again today. This time he only got it on the tag of his underwear. I caught him with a wad of toilet paper in his hand about to do it again. I need to look into hiring someone that can be on permanent shit patrol.

I'm wet and I don't like it

My blogging has really stunk lately. I still need to post some pics from our Disney trip. It's been raining for the past few days which to me is a lifetime. It's dark. It's ugly and it isn't giving me the warm fuzzies.

Brudder is missing out on practices that the whole team needs for the upcoming All-Star tournament. It is in less than two weeks. I'm not having positive vibes about it. Since I am such an amazing, wonderful, fearless leader, I was mominated to be the team mom for the All-Star team. Yay! I'm jumping for joy. I really do not mind doing it during regular season but for All-Stars it is a pain. I am responsible for raising money, getting bat bags and helmets bought and all kinds of other exciting stuff.

Good news though...We are taking a vacation this year. A real one. Out of state. In July. So excited.

So anyway...rain, rain, go the heck away. I'm over you and your grayness and wetness. I don't want to play anymore!

I like it!

My Family from WiddlyTinks.com

I'm way to hooked for this to be normal...

Twilight. Need I say more?

When I first heard of all the hype around this, I thought people were seriously insane. Vampires? Werewolves? Come on! I did a minute of research and found out that it was a series of teen novels. Teen novels. As in, I'm twenty nine years old. I should be reading something more sophisticated with stuff to do about retirement or something. (not that that would even peak my interest)

I fought the good fight. I didn't give in. I heard about the movie coming out. Didn't even want to see it...

I lost my battle. My strength crumbled. I bought the first book in March. It's the beginning of May and I am almost finished with the fourth book. I have seen the movie. More than once. I even pre-ordered it thinking that since I was so in love with the series, everyone else would be too. They would buy every last one during the midnight release and I would never be able to see it. That was a fail. I bought it at Walmart and there were plenty.

I am in love. Not freaky, obsessed in love but like in love. The writing is good. In my opinion it isn't just for the teenage audience that it is intended to be for. It is for anyone that enjoys excellent writing. I could never do Harry Potter but Twilight...

It has my heart. November is the second movie release. I'll be one of the freaks waiting to see it opening weekend. I won't dress up or anything too overboard. I will throw punches over theater seating if I have to though!

So I guess I'm it!!

Per Anna, I'm tagged!

8 Things

8 Things I'm looking forward to:

• Dinner with Gram for Mother's Day on Wednesday
  
• Tyler's baseball tournament on Saturday
  
• Austin coming home for the summer!!!!
  
• My mom coming to visit in July
  
• Our Tennessee vacation in July
  
• Tyler's 8th birthday
  
• Like Anna, the New Moon movie in November
  
• Holidays
  

8 Things I did yesterday:

• Woke up
  
• Took a shower
  
• Got dressed
  
• Went to work
  
• Worked
  
• Came home
  
• Read a bunch of chapters in Breaking Dawn
  
• Went to bed
  

8 Things I wish I could do:

• Go to Hawaii
  
• Go to Ireland
  
• Get in gear and finish school
  
• Get a new job
  
• Move out of state
  
• Have another baby (maybe)
  
• Not have a headache daily
  
• Not have so much stress all the time
  

8 Shows I watch:

• One Tree Hill
  
• 90210
  
• Super Nanny
  
• Wife Swap
  
• Little People, Big World
  
• Jon & Kate Plus 8
  
• 18 Kids & Counting
  
• So You Think You Can Dance (my summer show)
  

8 Songs on my music player:

• Halo
  
• Boom Boom Pow
  
• Badfish
  
• Lucky
  
• Sweet Sweet Baby
  
• We Made You
  
• I Run To You
  
• Skinny Love
  

8 Favorite warm weather activities:

• Baseball
  
• Water Park
  
• Sunbathing
  
• The Park
  
• Playing outside with the boys
  
• Flea Market
• Lake or Beach
  

8 Favorite Happy Things:

• My kids...always
  
• The husband
  
• My only female ally, My pooch Allie
  
• Sleeping in
  
• Reading
• Music
  
• Shopping
  
• Doing something new
  

Nudist in the making...maybe

Boog is a weirdo. Lucky for him, he is my weirdo and I just go with his so called free spirited attitude.

I came home from work tonight and walked into post shower time. He walked out of the bathroom, sopping wet rambling something about something. I changed clothes, turned around and the kid was sitting butt naked in my computer chair, still sopping wet. He told me he wanted to play solitaire but he didn't know where solitaire was on the puter.

A photo image would be way better for this post but I'm not about being arrested for child porn so you'll just have to envision your own kid sitting butt naked in a computer chair, sopping wet talking about wanting to play solitaire.

The weird thing about Boog is he is either all about clothes or none at all. After bath time he will run around naked all night if I would let him. But the one time I wanted to put him in bed without pants on and just a shirt, I thought the world was about to be flooded over with anguish because of a major pandemic like the swine flu. Nope, no global crisis, just a little kid that doesn't want to go to bed without pants on. He didn't understand when I tried to explain that some kids don't even get underwear let alone an entire outfit to wear all the time, especially to bed. In my defense, I was way behind on laundry and all his pajama bottoms were dirty. Lucky for me, his brother just outgrew some clothes that fit him.

At this point I'm not sure he'll join a nudist colony but I can definitely see a few college days of toga parties gone wild.

Guess where we are going?

Only to the happiest place on earth!!!!

When the boys turn three we take them usually to Sea World. Einstein and Brudder have both been. We were going to keep with the tradition and take Boog to see the flopping, flying whale as well. Until he decided that he loved Mickey Mouse. Like really loved him. I went online to check prices for tickets for both the whale and the mouse. Surprisingly, the mouse was less expensive to see than the whale. I never thought I would ever see that day come.

We were planning on going on The Assistant's birthday since they were having the Year of Dreams thing going on or whatever it is. He was going to get in free which would make it cheaper for us. The kids were excited. Brudder couldn't wait...until he found out that Daddy's birthday was on a Thursday. A school day. He refused to skip school. Crazy isn't it! My seven and a half year old will not skip school to go to freaking Disney World! Why you may ask...he has perfect attendance. He will not sacrafice a made up off the computer piece of paper recognizing him for perfectly attending school to go to the happiest place on earth. I think something is majorly wrong with him. At this point I am thinking that it is going to cost me $70 (the cost of an adult ticket) to make sure he would get his perfect piece of computer paper. Since, Daddy's birthday is on a Thursday...a school day. Okay fine!

So...this past Tuesday, I worked. I switched a shift with a coworker. I am so happy that I did. I waited on a couple ladies that are regulars of mine. They are absolutely adorable. I spend time sitting and chatting with them if I'm not busy. They know so much about me and I know a lot about them. I was telling them the story of Brudder and how he is a weirdo for not wanting to skip school. Of course they got a chuckle out of it as so did everyone else that I told.

I gave them their bill and when I came back Mrs. W looked at me and said she wanted to make a deal with me. Okay? What is it? She then told me that instead of leaving me a tip she wanted me to have these. These, you ask? Two park hopper tickets to Disney World! I was in shock! I couldn't believe it. Of course I hugged her, thanked her and told her how amazing she was! She gets so many tickets per year because she is a retired fromer employee of Disney. She just handed them over to me like it was nothing. She made my entire day for sure!

So a meant to be short story turned into a very long story...We are going to Disney World this weekend. I'm stoked, the kids are stoked and hopefully The Assistant is stoked too. lol

My Four Legged Kid

Boog has been saying some of the craziest things lately. Mostly when I'm trying to discipline him.

Today, we had to make a trip to Target. I had to buy Eclipse since I am close to being finished with New Moon. The boys of course decided to take forever to get ready. I finally had enough of telling them over and over to get their shoes on so that we could go.

Boog was in his room and I told him to bring me his socks and shoes. Being three, he has the attention span of a nat. After telling him again and again, I raised my voice at him. That made him upset. This was his response.

You making me mad. You making me angry. (about a five second pause) Like a tiger!

Yeah, a tiger. How can I not laugh? How am I expected to discipline him when something like that comes out of his mouth? It's nearly impossible not to burst out in laughter.

This kid surprises me on a daily basis. I already feel sorry for his preschool teacher. The one he doesn't have yet. It will be interesting.

Early Puberty Intervention

Brudder is in a weird stage of his life. He is weird about nakedness. Oddly, he is comfortable being naked in front of women like myself or my grandmother. He hides his parts in front of men like his own father and grandfather. It's odd to me because you would think being a boy, he would be more comfortable being naked around other people that hang like him but he is the total opposite.

Last night Brudder was laying in bed with me while I was reading. The Assistant was brushing his teeth in the doorway of the bathroom. He had one arm up on the molding exposing his hairy armpits.

Brudder: Ewww, Daddy has hair under his pits.

Me: All guys have hair under their pits unless they shave them.

Brudder: That's gross.

Me: Get use to it, you'll get some too.

Brudder: Nuh uh. I'm not.

The Assistant: You'll also get some right here. (as he pulls his shorts down far enough to expose the top of his man jungle. And no folks he didn't show his weiner or anything, just the top of his man jungle.)

Brudder: EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW. Daddy, that is nasty. I'm shaving mine when I get some.

Me: Naw. You don't ever shave it all off, you just trim it to look pretty and tame.

Brudder: That's what I'm doing then.

The look on his face was so funny. Considering he is seven and a half, I thought he had been more observant of his father and his hairy areas. I guess he was never paying much attention.

When he was giving Daddy a hug before bed, he wouldn't get close enought to touch his hairy armpits.

Brudder: I'm calling you pits from now on Daddy.

The Pre-Move Strategy

We found a house. A brand new house. A brand new house that has been sitting empty for about nine months. This means bugs. Daddy long legs. Spiders. Wasps nest. Spider nests. You name it, I've seen it. I went today to clean this new house. It took forever trying to debug it. The nightmare got worse.

It's well water. Well water that has been sitting for nine months, un-ran. I went to clean the brand new bathrooms. It smelt like rotten eggs. The water was brown. Anyone that knows my personality knows that bugs, smelly water and anything dirty just isn't my style. I almost died.

I thought the stinky, dirty water was going to be permanent. I had to call the assistant (aka the husband) to make sure this was normal. I also had to put a call into the builder to make sure this was normal. Turns out it is normal and only temporary. Thank someones lucky stars. My blood pressure was boiling over it.

The kids were with me while I was cleaning the inside. Boog kept running around asking who fah ted. (yea it is actually fart, his r sounds haven't rolled yet)

The assistant has to pressure wash the outside and the garage this weekend. He also has to put up the $380 worth of curtains and curtain rods that I just purchased. That was money that I really didn't want to get rid of. I figured it as an investment though. I'm sure any passer bys wouldn't appreciate seeing Boog trapsing around the house naked. His new nickname is about to be wilderness boy. Sometimes I swear he was half raised by a pack of wolves.

I'm happy to be putting my little family back together in one place. It has been a rough year for all of us. We deserve to have our lives calm down a bit.

We should be moved in within the next couple weeks. The main thing I dread isn't the actual moving of heavy objects. It's the fact that I'll have to go a few days again without internet. How sad is my life?!

Boogieism

Boog told me the other day after I told him to put his clothes in the hamper that, "Your wasting my time."

I didn't know that a three year old kept a schedule. I guess next time I'll check with his calendar to make sure that I schedule in time for him to pick up his own clothes.

The Art of Errands

When you become a mother, you do not realize how something so simple can turn into a half day event.

Boog and I had a few errands to run today. Actually just one. It took an hour and a half. We had to pick up parent shirts for baseball. This means we had to drive there. Park. Get out. Walk in. Tell them why we were there. And leave.

This is how it happened. We drove. I listened to Boog tell me how he wanted to watch the paint part of Curious George. Over and over. And over again. I had to explain to him that I can't work a dvd player in the back seat while Mommy is in the front seat. Driving. That wasn't the answer that he wanted to hear. Once we made it to the parking lot and parked we had to struggle with the flip flop that fell off his foot. Of course I couldn't do it. He had to do it. That was at least another four minutes. When I finally got him out he didn't want to hold my hand. He wanted to hold his own hand. So, now I'm pulling this kid through the parking lot...holding his own hand. We make it into the store to the register. I tell her what I need. I get it.

He sees Crocs. He wants them. He is in this weird girl phase of his life where he has to try on shoes. Everywhere. He doesn't try on my shoes at home but when we are in a place that has shoes...he is all over it. Telling me that they are too big for him. Uh, yeah, they are and son, I just don't think pink is your color.

He then decided that he didn't want shoes, he wanted to run around the store. Barefooted. I am so glad that we were the only ones in there and the employees didn't seem annoyed. Finally, we got to leave. Walking back to the car, dragging him back out...holding his own hand.

American Idol...FAIL!

I'm watching bits and pieces. I can't get into it. I just can't. I use to like this show. Anoop? He is "talking" out the song Beat It. At this moment, all I want him to do is beat it!

Paula this year. Oh Paula. She is still drinking rum with her coke but I also think she has added smoking the pipe too. She should exit stage left with Anoop.

I'm so out

I'm leaving. To go somewhere. Without kids. At night. With the husband. I'm stoked!

He's just a little stoked

Those my friends are tickets to a game. A baseball game. A University of Florida...Gators baseball game. Brudder loves baseball. Brudder also loves the Gators. (don't think my parenting had anything to do with that!) Brudder is way stoked.

The only thing he disliked is the fact that we now have to wait fifteen days to go. Fifteen days. I know. How could I put him through this sort of misery. I want to know where the last seven and a half years of his life went. He was a baby just yesterday.

I can wait out the fifteen days. Him. Not so much.

(This is something cool for us to do with him but also part of my New Year Resolution Project. You can check that out here. New Year Resolution Project

Fear does not live here

This kid of mine has absolutely no fear at all. Heights mean nothing to him. Falling. Done that. I think he is part monkey. Seriously.

He went around these three things, at times hanging, at least a dozen times. Over and over. And over again.

He would have slept at the top of one of these if I would have let him.

No sign language needed

Today, Boog had his three year checkup. He was on his best behavior. So much so that he didn't talk at all. They probably thought my kid was a mute. I had to make it a point that he does talk and scream at home on a regular basis. He wouldn't even participate in the preschool readiness test. It's the test where they show the cards and the kids are suppose to tell them what it is. (tree, door etc.) He also wouldn't speak a word about what color his shirt was.

Test result. Inconclusive.

Oh well. He's a typical three year old. He is the first kid of the three to teach me this. The older two spoiled me with being so easy...so good...all the time. Boog on the other hand has taught me exactly what the terrible twos and the horrendous threes are all about. Lucky for him, he's cute.

Fifteen more years people...fifteen more years!

Ten Years Old

In every birthday post that I do, the first question is always, "Where has the time gone?" This time though, I really mean it. Ten years. You have been in my life for an entire decade.

You are the one that introduced me to motherhood. The one that taught me how to be a mother. How to love someone else more than myself. The one that taught me how to walk with my heart outside of my body. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were going to make an impact on everyone around you. And you have.

I know that your future has nothing but great things in store for you. You have become this amazing person. You are beyond your years already. Your intelligence amazes me all the time.

I can not wait to see how the next ten years unfold. The last have been some of the most memorable for me. I can not imagine my life without you in it. I love you baby boy!

Love,
Momma

Happy Third Birthday Boog!!

The past three years have been nothing short of amazing!

Your silly faces and giggles have gotten me through many, many a bad day.

Your favorite game of hide and go seek kept me laughing.

Those quiet little moments that we shared were always my favorite.

I will cherish every last moment that I have with you. I'm excited to see what your future holds. Today and every day for the rest of your life. Always know that your momma loves you. Through all of the good times and the bad. Through the days that you make me want to pull my hair out. Through your teenage years. Through your married years. Through the years that you have a wife and little ones of your own. I will be here for you. Always. You stole my heart the day that I found out that I was having you. You'll have it forever.

Happy third birthday baby boy.

Love,
Momma

Life Lessons

The one thing in motherhood that you do a lot is explain things. Kids always want to know about everything. They constantly have questions. Most of the time, silly questions. Brudder and I had a conversation that kind of hit my heart. Normally when I pick Brudder up from school, I get the normal stuff about his day. We did reading and math and p.e. He recently told me a different story.

Me: How was school today?

Brudder: Good.

Me: What did you do.

Brudder: We were at P.E. and this girl said she was thankful to be alive because she has a new heart.

Me: Oh really, that's really cool.

Brudder: What does she mean she has a new heart?

Me: Well sometimes people are born and their heart doesn't work right. Or sometime during their life something happens and their heart kind of breaks down and they need a new one.

Brudder: Well, where did she get it and how did they put it in her body?

Me: It's called a heart transplant. If your heart goes bad and you need a new one, you get put on a waiting list for a new one.

Brudder: Where do they get it.

Me: When people pass away they are sometimes organ donors. Once their body dies they take their parts that are still good and give them to people that need them.

Brudder: Did Papa II give his heart away?

Me: No. He wasn't an organ donor. Plus his heart was too sick to give to anyone.

Brudder: Well where are his parts.

Me: In his body still.

Brudder: How do they take the hearts from the ground after they are buried.

Me: They don't. When someone passes away and they are donors, they keep them on machines to keep their body full of oxygen so that they can take the parts they need.

Brudder: Oh.

And that was pretty much it. I always try to keep conversations true but kid friendly. It was really cool to me that he got to come in contact with a little girl that has experienced having a heart transplant. It gave me an opportunity as well to explain to him how he should be thankful for being healthy and being blessed with a body that works the way that it should. I strive to keep my kids from being selfish and overindulged. I want to keep them innocent but at the same time, I want them to know that we all have blessings in our life every single day.

It was announced today by Brudder that the government of Florida is Charlie Chris. He lives in Tallahassee.

The fact is that the governor of Florida is really Charlie Crist and he does reside in Tallahassee.

I love the working mind of a seven year old. He also cracks me up when he says that his brother showed his butt in Publix. For those that don't know, in the south Publix is a grocery store. He meant public.

What does it mean?

Boog has been talking so much lately. For the most part in plain English. Sometimes though, he throws me off. His latest vocabulary word is oofie. I don't know where he got it or how he even came up with it. Being the overanalyzer that I am, of course I looked it up. It really isn't a word. There is no clear definition for it so being the computer mom that I am, I did what any other normal person would do...I Googled it. The oddest googled version of the word I found was

There is 1 unique 'Oofie' first name in the United States.
Name Ranking
Oofie is the # 1,498,112 ranked first name in the United States

Really? Someone actually named their kid Oofie? I thought that naming your kid after a fruit was a little off but really? I want to meet Oofie. I want him or her to know that my kid talks about them ALL the time.

Ooooh Nine...

We are only six days in to the new year and I'm thinking Boog is going to need this shirt again...this Christmas.