Woo hoo! Survived Vacation Bible School week! It began a while back, while I was sitting at one of the round, plastic, forearm-scuffing tables at church, chewing a mouthful of potluck. Two VBS packets appeared in front of my face. Wait. This is trickery. This is the same tactic I use on my boys: bewilder…
Tag: preschoolers
The Things I Have To Pretend I Don’t Hear
I’m lying here nursing the l’il captain to sleep for his nap. The big boys are supposed to be playing with “crazy foam stuff” at the table. Instead I hear through the wall a muffled drum sound, which means someone has climbed up on the book shelf. Then I hear money shaking, coins falling behind the bookshelf, gears turning – they think they are sneaking gum balls. Somehow they teleport to the top of the stairs, because I hear what must be an entire refrigerator fall down the stairs. Oh, what will be lying asunder at the bottom? Sleep, Elijah. This is melting my brain!
Yertle the Durdol
This week I’m running on PacEastern Time. We were California last week for my brother’s wedding and quickly unadjusted to Eastern Time (not to be confused with adjusting to Pacific Time). I think I’ve since settled somewhere near Siesta Time.
Fly Free
Ahhhh. Here I sit with a glorious double pane of glass between the brouhaha and me. Our new glass storm door with roll-away screen was installed Monday, and I’m LOVING it. I see every swat of a twig, every snatch of a toy – even the swirling cloud of chalk, but I remain unscathed. Not even a fly buzzing ridicule in my ear.
I Think We Have the Makings for a Banana Shake
Wondering where I’ve been? The entire month of April was composed of a delightful melody of stomach bugs and nasal congestion, accented with a staccato of coughing. For May, we’ve changed up the menu a bit to rashes. So far, 2/3 of my offspring have a full-body viral rash of some sort, and one also managed to get a Strep rash on his bum. Anyone for a play date?
They’ve also seemed particularly fixated on their boy parts lately [this serves as your warning].
Too Many Doostractions
To add to my “if I turn scientist” list of studies: Effect of offspring leg length on maternal response. I just randomly noticed that there is a particular age or size of child that completely changes my reaction to having toes in my face. Babies start off so small and squishy and I want to roll them into a little ball in my arms and chew on them. Their little legs are so stubby and their feet, so chubby, and so nibble-y and kissable. Then one day, somewhere between Elijah-size and Isaac-size, I get a foot in my face, and my gut reaction glowers get that clunky hoof off of me! They haven’t yet stopped being precious, but suddenly they’re more adorable from a distance.
From Now On, Rice is an Outside Toy [Megapost]
Aaack, my brain is melting! No, not hurting, just melting. Too much “adventure” lately. The toddler-people have trampled me and chewed holes in my clothes. I have loads of catching-up to do, blog-wise. I wanted to do a cute story for every event along the way, but catching child-vomit in cloth diapers for the last two weeks has wanned my interest.
Art Attack
It’s another gorgeous day, perfect for muddying up the boys. After breakfast, I took them outside with a cup of water and some paint brushes, for some patio painting. I was drinking from a sport bottle of water, ever so briefly, before Isaac “needed” it to Jackson Pollock the concrete. Then Ian sploshed his water on the ground. After he took half a dozen trips to the sink, I filled up a big bucket from the spigot on the side of the house to save him time (read: save my carpet). They scooped that bucket dry, and Ian refilled it. I had asked Ian if he wanted me to roll up his jean legs, but he declined, saying it was okay if they got wet.
Laundremote
Lesson learned. If I’d do a little laundry sometimes, I wouldn’t go without my TV remote for so long. It’s amazing what I find in that basket.
My life in 7 words
Ha! Isaac just declared, “You’re the MAKER, and I’m the EATER!”
S.A.H.M. Hill 