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Things heard in my household


"moooooooooooooooommmmmy I have POOOP on my haaaaaaaaaaands!"
me: Keller, what happened?
K: Mommy, you would NOT believe it...it was just SO SO big."

"Coleman, you arent a girl, don't flee to the village, fight the giant with me!"
(Keller to C acting out their latest favorite book)

They were watching a 1970's cartoon version of The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe. (which is great). Here are some of my favorite White boy quotes:

(Coleman)
"Mommy, that's me, the beaver, but not the one holding her boobs" hmmmmm must have missed that scene????

(Keller)
"Mommy, I am SO brave that I would touch the White Witches LIPS!"
"Mommy, I am a mean-guy-nice-guy, I am nice most of the time, but i am mean in battle!"

Colemans response when I ask him to come downstairs
"Hold on, I am tying my leg up!"
He emerges wearing only tighty whities and a belt tied on his leg, which he told me
"Do you know why I am tied up? Because I stepped on the airplane"
Refering to last week when I caught him stepping on this airplane we have, I asked him to stop and no, did NOT tie him up as punishment....he continued to wear the belt on his leg most of the day. No grace for himself.

big brother/little brother

 

 

Dexter and Porter
Bradley and Keller

You can definitely tell which brother belongs to which. I cant believe it has been 4 years since the picture of Bradley and Keller. I remember telling Sarah how it will be crazy that they will be able to have a conversation with each other one day, now it is crazy to think of them having a conversation that does not involve yelling, pirates, costumes, swords or whining....

Rope Swing

 
 
 
 
These pics were taken at the beginning of the fall. We had just completed our "art" which started out as finger painting and ended up as body paint....the boys then tried to both swing at the same time on the rope swing, and had a ball...this was an isolated event. Other attempts at dual swinging have only led to fighting...it was so sweet to watch while it lasted.

Bang Bang Bang...on the door baby

There are not many things I am impulsive about...eating dark chocolate, going to Goodwill, and (unfortunately) giving haircuts. For those who know me well, you also know that attention to detail, is not my strength (ie:painting trim, etc) so my giving haircuts is more due to a financial default than any innate talent within. I cut my boys hair (which if you look closely will not surprise you in the least). Each time I do something different and really take a Jackson Pollock approach to their locks. When it is their turn, they plead (without fail) "MOMMY DON'T CUT MY HEAD OFF!!!!" ...so anyways, tonight I was sitting on the couch w all my four boys watching football (is that stereotypical all boy household or what?) when I decided that i NEEDED a new look at THAT moment...well, who else to fix this but yours truly. So when Coleman asked me to fetch his green gloves (his latest fashion statement) I used this an excuse to head upstairs for a new do...I cut and cut and cut and really should have stopped while i was ahead (no pun intended). When the words "scout finch" popped into my head (if you've seen the movie, you know what i mean), I knew I was the equivalent of the two year old girl who found scissors and voila- bangs. As I am making my descent, I have the thought that perhaps, it's not so bad, and I wont say anything, just see what happens.Immediately Jeremy begins laughing and can not stop. This is from a man who during our first year of courtship, did not notice that i lived in a mint green house. After catching his breath, his first words are "maybe Sarah can fix this." Sarah can fix ALOT of things, but I think even this is beyond her talents....so anyone who sees me in the next three weeks...in order to avoid a short-bang-lesbian look, I will be sporting a headband until my bangs grow to an appropriately length to display....and who dyed my hair black?

Mean Mommy

These are the reasons why my boys think I have been mean today:

*I would not let Coleman use a belt w a metal buckle as a whip
*I would not let Keller use a broken swiffer mop w a serrated metal edge as a spear
*I refused to let them eat Whoppers and Kit Kats for breakfast
*I insisted that they eat their sandwiches before having more goldfish and cinnamon crackers
*I only let them listen to the song "thumbellina thumbellina worlds smallest girl" two times not the continual repeat they requested
* I would not pause from making lunch for them, lunch for Porter(who was screaming), and cookies (all at the same time) to read Keller the complete works of William Shakespeare- a book which he found interesting because of the drawings of the knights
*I would not let them jump on my bed after I made it....AND after we had already had a jumping-on-the-bed session before I made it.
*I put a stop to the transfer of bedding from their room to the playroom. They were both halfway down the stairs with both the fitted sheets and flat sheets and pillows from their beds...heading toward the playroom. (of note: it was 5 min before naps at this point, so you can imagine how excited I was to have to remake both beds)

Can you believe how mean I am? I am certain this morning would have gone much smoother had I let them have their way....there's always tomorrow. Perhaps I'll just prop my feed up, eat bon bons, and respond with " yes, that is great"