"who wants to split a milkshake with mommy?"
(in monotone voice watching them physically hurt each other) "stop...stop...stop..."
"well, then hit him harder" (obviously-my response at least 20 x a day)
i've mastered "playing" hide and seek from a sitting position...realized it is more about the reaction i give when they "appear" from their hiding spots. I can certainly verbally get excited when I "find" them, as long as I dont have to get up.
My children are now addicted to Tums due to my severe heartburn w this pregnancy. I dont even try to fight them on it...figured it is good calcium and can count as a vitamin...or candy-take your pick
The boys are OBSESSED with going barefoot...i have seriously turned into that mom at the playground whose kids are barefoot (and i am pregnant). At least they still ask permission to take their shoes off...probably bc they know I will not say no. This has evolved from no shoes to no shirts and a couple of request from Keller to play naked in the backyard. I do draw the line there...but only bc we have neighbors.
The other day I was sitting in the garage (after an intense game of hide n seek) then I see Keller riding by on his scooter in nothing but tighty whities, cowboy boots, and a wet towel over his head. I just had to laugh.
I love these boys.
4.10.2009
A Morning at the Lazy 5 Ranch
Party all week long (aka spring break for preschool). Overall, great week with the boys, our big treat was the end of the week heading to the Lazy 5 Ranch. The Lazy 5 Ranch is about 45 minutes away in Moresville, a bunch of kids on a wagon riding through the ranch, feeding all sorts of exotic animals like giraffes, zebras, emus, cows on steroids, and yaks. A great concept. My friend Sarah (who is having her c-section for her 3rd baby in a week), myself (who is exactly 3 weeks away from my baby arriving), our three boys meet other friends out at the ranch for a fun morning of a sensory, tactile, experience that we just can't get in the city. Wagon is set to leave by 9:45am. Keep in mind that I was born without the gene of any type of animal love, they do nothing for me, being a vet would be my nightmare, i would rather be a podiatrist...Sarah is even worse, in her own words "I want to throw up looking at them." All to reiterate who we are doing this outing for...not ourselves:)
8:40: running around the house looking for shoes and getting dressed for the "70 degrees and sunny" weather...hoping to pick up Sarah by now...
9:00: arrive at sarah's. get bradley (her son keller's age) strapped in the van, all lunches, bags, heartburn medicine in tote
9:20: hmmmm are we going the right way? make a few phone calls to verify, took a right way but not the shortest right way
9:22: am calling Lindsey Eich trying to figure out where to go, Keller is shouting from the back of the van that he NEEDS the song "hop hop hippity" on again, which is like auditory Chinese water torture for an adult.
9:25: heading in the right direction, boys decided they are starving and need snacks...i am learning to throw food items in the very back seat to Keller and Bradley.
9:35: slow slow interstate travel, finally exit
10:00: arrive at Lazy Five Ranch, all three boys have spotted a playground on the premises and have consistent dialogue of wanting to go there...non stop verbal request for the entire 15 minutes waiting in line to get to the park...trying to draw attention to the cows in the field instead...no interest...
10:15: find friends and wagon...sarah and i both having braxton hick contractions causing severe need to urinate...only bathrooms just invaded by 150 school aged kids
10:25: get on wagon, boys have feed buckets w food and are content
10:26: Keller suddenly gets a flash of that playground, internal question of "why am i here when i could be there?" external question for the next 40 minutes in the wagon "mommy, when can we get off and go to that playground?" "mommy, when can we get off and go to that playground?" "mommy, when can we get off and go to that playground" (annoying to read huh...try listening to it for 40 minutes while gross cows are licking your hands trying to get the food)
10:35: Coleman is into throwing anything at all, so food to animals count for awhile. Then he starts his "i dont like that...." emu, cow, fill in the blank-whatever animal happened to be in his line of vision, became offensive to him.
10:40: i am freezing, it is cold, cloudy. Keller decided that since his playground mission is failing, his next priority is to keep warm so he basically is folded in my lap and legs. Don't worry, Coleman is sitting on my "lap" as well. Trying to envoke excitement for the animals
10:43 I spot the zebras which I decide I really would appreciate as a rug in my living room
10:45 have great hard core laugh when a yak or something big and hairy with a long tongue starts licking Sarah's ankles...I have never seen a 40 week pregnant woman move so fast
10:55 "Keller, if you mention the word playground one more time, you will watch Bradley and Coleman play from the van" this actually worked.
11:20: wagon ride is over. kids are free. Boys run to the playground, sarah runs to the bathroom, my turn next
12:05 need to be back by 1:00, drag three unhappy boys to the van..they really wanted to stay...for lunch in the car
12:15 all boys have food, drinks, books and are strapped in.
12:15-1:20 is a bit of a blur to me...i think perhaps there was (not kidding) two minutes of everyone in the van content. The rest of the time consisted of Keller and Bradley arguing, Coleman crying bc the alphabet song that was playing was not (according to him) the alphabet song, Sarah and I trying to ignore our children, Keller spilling his snack (reaction- the equivalent of an adult losing all of their 401K savings), Keller and Bradley thinking it is funny to shout "moooooommmmmy" for 15 minutes, going 25 mph on the interstate, dropping of a crying Bradley bc he could not close the door, me reminding sarah to remind me not to do this next year. Pulling into our driveway envious of whatever Jeremy happens to be doing at the time
2:00 my two sweet boys and I cuddling on the chair, reading their life story "where the wild things are"
2:05 Coleman asleep
2:25 Keller asleep
2:30 Mommy asleep
8:40: running around the house looking for shoes and getting dressed for the "70 degrees and sunny" weather...hoping to pick up Sarah by now...
9:00: arrive at sarah's. get bradley (her son keller's age) strapped in the van, all lunches, bags, heartburn medicine in tote
9:20: hmmmm are we going the right way? make a few phone calls to verify, took a right way but not the shortest right way
9:22: am calling Lindsey Eich trying to figure out where to go, Keller is shouting from the back of the van that he NEEDS the song "hop hop hippity" on again, which is like auditory Chinese water torture for an adult.
9:25: heading in the right direction, boys decided they are starving and need snacks...i am learning to throw food items in the very back seat to Keller and Bradley.
9:35: slow slow interstate travel, finally exit
10:00: arrive at Lazy Five Ranch, all three boys have spotted a playground on the premises and have consistent dialogue of wanting to go there...non stop verbal request for the entire 15 minutes waiting in line to get to the park...trying to draw attention to the cows in the field instead...no interest...
10:15: find friends and wagon...sarah and i both having braxton hick contractions causing severe need to urinate...only bathrooms just invaded by 150 school aged kids
10:25: get on wagon, boys have feed buckets w food and are content
10:26: Keller suddenly gets a flash of that playground, internal question of "why am i here when i could be there?" external question for the next 40 minutes in the wagon "mommy, when can we get off and go to that playground?" "mommy, when can we get off and go to that playground?" "mommy, when can we get off and go to that playground" (annoying to read huh...try listening to it for 40 minutes while gross cows are licking your hands trying to get the food)
10:35: Coleman is into throwing anything at all, so food to animals count for awhile. Then he starts his "i dont like that...." emu, cow, fill in the blank-whatever animal happened to be in his line of vision, became offensive to him.
10:40: i am freezing, it is cold, cloudy. Keller decided that since his playground mission is failing, his next priority is to keep warm so he basically is folded in my lap and legs. Don't worry, Coleman is sitting on my "lap" as well. Trying to envoke excitement for the animals
10:43 I spot the zebras which I decide I really would appreciate as a rug in my living room
10:45 have great hard core laugh when a yak or something big and hairy with a long tongue starts licking Sarah's ankles...I have never seen a 40 week pregnant woman move so fast
10:55 "Keller, if you mention the word playground one more time, you will watch Bradley and Coleman play from the van" this actually worked.
11:20: wagon ride is over. kids are free. Boys run to the playground, sarah runs to the bathroom, my turn next
12:05 need to be back by 1:00, drag three unhappy boys to the van..they really wanted to stay...for lunch in the car
12:15 all boys have food, drinks, books and are strapped in.
12:15-1:20 is a bit of a blur to me...i think perhaps there was (not kidding) two minutes of everyone in the van content. The rest of the time consisted of Keller and Bradley arguing, Coleman crying bc the alphabet song that was playing was not (according to him) the alphabet song, Sarah and I trying to ignore our children, Keller spilling his snack (reaction- the equivalent of an adult losing all of their 401K savings), Keller and Bradley thinking it is funny to shout "moooooommmmmy" for 15 minutes, going 25 mph on the interstate, dropping of a crying Bradley bc he could not close the door, me reminding sarah to remind me not to do this next year. Pulling into our driveway envious of whatever Jeremy happens to be doing at the time
2:00 my two sweet boys and I cuddling on the chair, reading their life story "where the wild things are"
2:05 Coleman asleep
2:25 Keller asleep
2:30 Mommy asleep
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