Little man. Big Laughs.

Little Connor strikes again. The thing that makes this kid so funny is the innocence he brings to it all. Some times he is down right hilarious and he knows it. Most of the time he has no clue what he said or did but it has me walking away trying not to laugh. Yesterday we got home from school and he was very excited to tell me about a game he made up. He went through all of the details i.e., who can play, how to play, how to score. He called it “The Ball Game”. And with his face all earnest, he grabs himself (as it comes so naturally to the male species) and said, “Mommy not the wiener balls though. I’m talking about the regular round balls.” Bring on the game my son :P

The other story has to do with the rise and shine time. This morning was the urination hustle as poor Connor had an accident. He and the bed were drenched at 6:30am. Garrett had to tell me though because Connor just stayed in bed and laid in it. Not sure what that was all about. So prior to work we had to clean the little fella and put all the bedding in the washer to make sure we had clean sheets to come home to. That isn't the part that was so funny. It was the reminder of the last accident he had. Over the summer he pee’d the bed, woke up, came stumbling in the room with his eyes all puffy from sleep, scratching his head and his hair all askew and asked who "sweated all over him". I love that one! At least I know it wasn’t me.

Wish it were always so

I’m sure everyone who is reading this has at one time or another witnessed children in their purest and sweetest essence. Well I again saw that this weekend. First it started with a Friday night, after school trip to Subway for dinner. I was feeling a tad lazy myself and just didn’t feel like cooking. When I told the boys my plan they were beyond excited. Now let’s be honest, Subway is good but I don’t think “excited” is the word I’d use for a night out at the big S. It first started with Garrett asking me if I knew how to order food at Subway. Well of course I do. For Garrett it was going to be a 12inch, meatball sub on white. When I spoke this out loud (to show my ordering abilities), I was quickly informed that I was wrong and didn’t know how to speak “Subway”. Really?! Garrett then promptly yelled out the order and left me standing there in my ignorance. From there, he had to stand on the side of the ordering area so he could see the meatballs coming out of the little container they store them in. His eyes are wide, as if he was seeing Santa coming down the chimney. The guy scooping them into the bread was trying not to laugh. He then asked Garrett which specific meatballs he wanted. Garrett knew his desired meatballs and pointed to the largest of course! After getting our subs, the boys wanted to dine in. What a lovely dinner experience, to dine in at Subway. Truth be told we weren’t there long as Garrett was done with his 12 incher in 4 minutes. Needless to say the house didn’t smell too pleasant later that evening – but who cares, my boy had the time of his life.

The other stories really aren’t as funny as they are sweet. Both boys had play dates this weekend. Gotta love play dates – wear my kid out would ya?! Garrett’s play date was with his good friend Carson. Carson is a girl. I love her. She’s a tough cookie, could probably kick my tush anytime but is sweeter than molasses. She makes cards for Garrett, gave him a flower after a violin recital and is just a good natured kid. Well what I love is that one of his really good friends is a girl! How cool. I’m sure he’ll start to get crap about it within a year or two. Hopefully I can give him enough self-esteem along the way to stay true to himself and his friends.

On Connor’s side, his play date was with his friend Josh. Josh is in Connor’s Kindergarten class and has Downs Syndrome. You know, Connor doesn’t even notice. He just isn’t aware that Josh doesn’t speak as well as the other kids or that he’s a little bigger because he’s older. He just knows Josh is his friend and likes Star Wars, Lego’s and sword battle just like Connor does. At the end of their play date they were hugging each other and couldn’t wait to get together again.

Could you imagine if we stayed as pure and innocent within adulthood as we were as children? Life would be sweet.

On another funny note, I do have a funny story but since my husband is involved, he has banned me from putting it in the blog. So, if you want to hear it, you have to call me and ask about the “cracker races”. I’ll be waiting to hear from you……..

Snow, Smells & Smarts

Well it’s been quite a ride the last week and half. Our weather has been insane as most of you know. It’s now Monday and we were snowed in since Friday. I must say the kids have been great and have been having a blast but it’s still 4 long days stuck in the house with little stinky people! Now don’t think I’m being mean by calling them stinky – it’s just the facts! My laundry room, which is where everyone comes in from outside, smells like something died. I think I did! Ugh. Seriously, I can’t even describe the odor emanating from this little room. It’s a combo of sweat, dirty shoes, socks, and that BOY smell. There isn’t enough Febreeze to cover it up!!!! Even when I close the door to the room, it wafts out under the door and into my kitchen. I have my trusted candle burning but it’s not doing the trick. If anyone has suggestions I’m all yours!

This weather and being snowed in has turned people! You know when the nice guy next door starts using his truck as a battering ram from his driveway actually thinking he can batter his way from his house to the main road – which is at least ½ mile! Poor guy. He needed out. Ken was ready to walk the ½ mile in waist high snow to have his boss pick him up on the street and take him to work. The funny thing was watching Connor. Both boys have been running full steam (which is why my laundry room stinks – of course). Garrett seems to pace himself or at least handles his exhaustion a bit better. Connor on the other hand just goes and goes and then either falls apart or collapses. Well last night it was 9pm and we decided to let the boys stay up as school was cancelled. All I can say is Connor crossed over to the dark side! He started yelling at me he needed a juice…yelling, not asking. I said no as he teeth were brushed and no juice after 8pm. Then he flipped out. I told him to come down stairs so I could talk to him. I opened the fridge and showed him the juice and explained the sugar and the cavity scenario thinking this would make sense. I then grabbed flavored water but accidently dropped it on the floor. Within 2 seconds, Connor’s eyes went wild. Like he was a hunted animal or something. He looked at me, then in a flash, grabbed the water from the floor, pulled it to his chest (so no one could get it) then ran off all hunched over and looking over his shoulder. He looked like the hunchback of Notre Dame…What was that, my son?! I couldn’t even tell him no to the drink because I was a puddle on the floor laughing. The snow turned him! And then there’s the story about my neighbor’s kid. He has a sister and I wouldn’t say they’re best buds, but…. Ken watched them today and said they were walking in the snow and he just took his sister’s head and pushed it in the snow! So NOT nice! What happened to winter wonderland?! The snow turned him! I had the kids at Target and it was packed. I couldn’t seem to get Garrett or Connor to understand they either needed to walk behind me to stay out of the way or get in the cart. I won’t tell you how I acted but I will say the snow turned me!

We also decided that kids aren’t too bright! It seems as if they only hear you when they are expecting a response from you that they think will work in their favor. Otherwise – you’re SOL. Don’t bother. Ken had been yelling at the kids to not walk on the patio table (helllooo – it could break), don’t walk on the highest rung of the playground (hellooo, you my fall and break your arm) and then there was the neighbor’s kid – his was the best. He decided to sled from the top of the built up plowed snow into the cul-de-sac, WHILE the plows were still plowing!!!! Or how bout how the kids decided to follow our dog Kona like a bunch of lemmings. There they go trotting along…where will Kona take us. All of a sudden, kids are running and yelling as Kona just wanted to walk somewhere private to take a poop. Poor Kona – I should’ve warned you, kids just aren’t too bright sometimes.

Well that’s it for now. More snow to come tomorrow so perhaps some additional snow stories from the kids. Either that or I will have lost my mind and sense of humor and NOTHING will be funny!!!!!!!