What a couple of weeks it has been...

We have definetly had a rough couple of weeks around here. It all started last Monday after D got home from school...The boys were supposed to be watching tv in my room being quiet ( I should have known what a bad idea that was) a little while later they both come out and sit nicely down beside me on the couch looking rather innocent. I was then informed that they had somehow knocked the tv onto the floor. As I calmly, well as calmly as possible, walked into my room I found that my mattresses, both the box and top mattresses, had been pushed off the frame across the room and then hit the tv stand which knocked the tv onto the floor. Now I know they were both in the room at the time but N was not the master mind behind this mess. I cleaned it all up, spanked some boys and sent them to their room for the evening.
The next afternoon when D got home it was nice enough for them to go outside and play finally. I sent them out and continued to do dishes. A while later in they came and I was informed that some of the gutters had fallen off. Sure enough when I went out to inspect the damage a huge chunk of gutters was indeed laying in the middle of the yard instead of being attached to the house and a piece was still hanging on but barely. I can not fix this however because the downspout needs to be reattached to the side of the house and my house is made of brick. That will have to wait for the husband to get home.
I am now thinking that my week can not possibly get any worse...WRONG! A couple of days later N decided that he was going to make waffles for himself. He got the toaster out and toasted them just fine, put them on a plate, thank the Lord, put the plate in the living room on the area rug, he has to watch tv while eating breakfast, and then dumped 3/4 th of a bottle of syrup on them. The plate didn't have a chance. I still have a sticky spot on the carpet.
I guess for some reason N believes that he needs to fend for himself or he will never eat. So I believe it was Tuesday this week that I went to do laundry in the garage and during that 5 minutes N decided that he wanted Peanut Butter, not a sandwich, just the Peanut Butter. So instead of getting a spoon or something he used his hands. When I came in he was laying in his bed and I didn't see anything wrong until I walked by their bathroom. There was PB on the toilet, the mirror, the counter, the soap bottle, the sink...Everywhere! I am just thinking, well at least he tried to clean himself up before he went to lay down. I finished cleaning up the bathroom and then went to check on him and found that he indeed had not gotten himself clean at all. So now the PB is all over his bed and bedding. I got him up cleaned him off. We then went to WMart to pick up a few things. While there he wanted Chocolate milk and some Jello.
When we got home I opened the milk for him and was still in the process of putting away groceries when out comes the dogs from the bedroom and they have milk all over their backs. Down the hall I go to find N spitting mouthfulls of milk on the floor, walls, just about everywhere. I spank that bottom and start to clean up that mess. Throw, not literally, the dogs outside, and the boy in his room. Now I thought that I would be able to go to the bathroom by myself without incident since N had gotten into so much trouble today. WRONG! When I came out the boy was still in his room with his door closed so I go about doing what I needed. When I went to get N so that we could go get his brother from the bus stop...I found he had gotten himself a cup of strawberry Jello and taken it to his room. I guess he didn't like it because he then threw spoonfuls of red staining jello all over his room. Big globs falling down the walls, on the door, all over toys, the carpet, and his bedding. Thank the good Lord again that I had not yet taken it off to wash. The carpet is not in good shape anyways since last year when he tried to help his daddy paint the bedroom with a golf ball. So I am not to terribly worried about the carpet but man what a mess. I am still finding spots on the walls that I missed.
OH also the Maggie, my little dog, she is supposed to be my angel, ate a chunk out of the couch within the last couple of week also. I am so taking a HUGE vacation when the husband gets home!! Just think two more weeks and then it will be spring break time!! A whole 10 days of D not having school. YAY!!!

First Grade Parent-Teacher Conference

I had a Parent-Teacher conference for D yesterday. It was a complete waste of my time and gas. We got there and D showed me a stack of his work. I mean, he is 7, so showing me his papers and things was just him handing them to me, not explaining them or what was going on. Then after about 10 minutes of that his teacher had to answer the phone...Finally she sat down and told me that I need to make him practice his handwriting at home more. MAKE HIM!!! Yeah right! Has she met my 7 year old, bull headed son?! Making him do something like practice handwriting will be like pulling teeth on an alligator! So then she asked me if he had been held back previously after I told her 'no he started a year late due to medical reasons' and left it at that she just stared at me. I believe she wanted further explanation but...And then she said that was the only concerns that she had and to have a good evening. I was there a total of 15 minutes and mind you 10 of that was D showing me papers. I guess I should take it as a good thing that she doesn't have more concerns but call me crazy, I would like to know more. How is he behaving in class? Does he have any friends? Is he getting along ok with the other children? Does he get in trouble often? Things that we talked about in Kindergarten conferences but I guess don't matter once you get to first grade. Oh well.

Boys can be so....gross, weird, rough, inventive, etc.

So this post is mostly about my baby, Nate. He is a handful as most of you know especially from the previous post involving cooking. Friday he made this wonderful looking hat and wore it most of the day. It was a little big though so it was usually a necklace. This would be the inventive side of one of my kids. This would be the gross...I have no idea what this is and neither can either child that I have asked. The dogs were not in the house at the time and I had just wiped this table down. Your guess is as good as mine...
This would be the rough side...Nate's lip after his older brother got mad and threw a car at his face. It was bleeding and bleeding and he kept crying and crying. It is a little fat but not as bad as I thought it would be at first.
Since he loved trying to cook on his own I decided that maybe I should start having me help in the kitchen whenever possible. Friday night he helped me make Turkey and White Bean Chili from the South Beach Diet. He won't eat it, but he liked dumping in cans of stuff and breaking up the turkey, and of course stirring. Maybe he will be the next Emeril! Well I can dream anyways.

My Life With 2 Boys, 4 Goldfish and 5 Dogs

I only had the extra dogs for only 1 1/2 days but boy am I tired. The boys decided they needed to wash their power wheels the other day.
Nate decided that just washing the power wheels was not enough. So he washed the table and the cement ...
Oh yeah and the house. I mean it was only soap and water but once he washed the tree and the dirt then washing the house was no longer cute.
One of the dogs that we had slept in her cage at night, but during the day it was Nate's cave house. He loved climbing in and out of that thing all day long. Then he was mad that I would not let him sleep in it. Boys are so weird!!
I don't know if you can really tell or not but the door is not locked and he is capable of getting in and out on his own. As much as I might have liked to at times lock him in it, I refrained from doing such things.

My Newest Creation

This is a paper bag book that I did the last couple of days about Drew. I had a lot of fun with it and thinks that it has turned out pretty good. It definitely shows his personality or personalities in this case. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think.
Page one reads...It all started around age 3... My sweet, sometimes crazy boy, all of a sudden ran around the house arresting and shooting everyone. He said he was Sheriff and we were all bad guys! We never got a name but we call him 'Sheriff Bob'!

Page 3 reads...Little did we know 'Bob' was just the beginning. Later that same year another personality appeared. He called himself 'Sarge'. Sarge was a proud military man through and through always in control of his men during battle.

Page 5...Shortly after 'Sarge' was replaced by a rather young PFC named Johnny. PFC Johnny was very new to military life as he often seen wearing his rank upside down on his hat and carrying his weapon backwards. Oh poor Johnny, hope he never runs into Sarge!
Page 7...2004 was a busy year so it wasn't long before PFC Johnny disappeared and out came a Ninja. His name was Scott and he was not a scary kind of Ninja but more cool and laid back. It was nice to have Scott around after all the others.

Page 9...There is not much known about this personality. He was only around a couple of days. He seemed to be a mixture of all the personalities of earlier.
This one was quite a character. The day he appeared he wanted to go said the seven seas and find his buried treasure. I didn't want my baby to get hurt thought as I hoped he was still in there somewhere. ' Captain Jim'

This pirate was not as nice as Captain Jim. He loved to fight others and steal their booty! He was one evil and scary guy! No one dared cross him of he would not hesitate to make you walk the plank! 'Dreadbeard'

The End. Drew absolutely loves this book. I made it about him and so he can read it over and over. Nate wants one now also.

Adventures in Raising a Toddler Boy

So after putting Drew on the bus this morning I thought Nate and I would go about our like any other...that was my first mistake. So I fixed some pop-tarts for Nate and turned on the cartoons needed to properly eat breakfast in this house. While he was busy eating and completely oblivious to his surroundings I went to take my shower. Now mind you this has happened, in this exact order, everyday since school started a few weeks ago without incident. Well, not today! After getting out of the shower, not but 3-5 minutes later, I thought that I heard the pizza cutter being ran along something in the kitchen and hurried to finish getting dressed to inspect what was going on. This is what I saw...

And don't think that is the only damage that occured during this miserably failed attempt at cooking by yourself when only 3 1/2 years old. No there was still more..

This is not to mention that when you slather the kitchen floor in margarine that it will most likely get on your feet so then when you walk into the other room you end up with this...

Little toddler butter footprints throughout the house!! Oh the joys of raising a toddler boy!