Table Chatter

Why are you touching your penis? That's the question Micah bellowed to Elias while we were having lunch at Sticky Fingers. Surprised laughter and gasps of horror erupted from the table behind us.



It's like he took, U Can't Touch This, as his personal challenge.

Today we were in the Dollar Store and I tell him to get his hands out of his pants. He says to me, "You mean out of my underwear."

Oh, how I do love that child!

 

What's that you say?

Me, back? But of course, my loves! You know how we roll around here. I pop in for a bit, with high hopes of keeping up. Then I slink back to my real life hole, once again abandoning my grandiose idea of a daily blog entry.

And since I should be dressed and on my way out, that's all for now!

 

 

A first

Elias just yanked his sweaty socks off and told Micah to smell them. For the first time ever, Micah refused to give into his sensory seeking self and said, "No, they probably stink."

I can't believe it.

Oh and I also bought myself 2 pairs of socks. Another first. Anyone who knows me knows that I do not wear socks with my shoes, ever. That lends itself to a whole other world of stink. Ha.

And who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?

Cockroach

The kids play this ridiculous game in which one of them is the cockroach and the other the squisher. They use one of those hoppy balls that you sit on, to whack the roach victim on the head. It's awesome, because a kid will be sitting unsuspecting and the other comes screaming, "You're a cockroach!"  Thwack.

They also fight over who gets to pick up the dead bugs they find.

Before anyone calls the authorities on me, we do not live with a ton of bugs.  Apparently though, roach killing is pretty high up there on the entertainment list.

Pizzaz

Micah is without a doubt my Broadway child. He is always singing, dancing and improvising. The child doesn't care if he looks silly and thrives on being the center of attention. I come out of the bathroom from showering Elias to M in his star glory. He said he was singing us a hotdog song. I should have recorded it.

Here Again

I am so bad at this blogging thing. Pre-kids I was awesome at maintaining my stuff and keeping up wit the latest and greatest widgets and such. Yeah, not so much these days.

Here I go again on my own.. Not really, but let's try this again.

A Typical Convo With Elias

Me: Elias, stop talking to the placemat and eat your food.

Elias: I not talking to the placemat. (giggles maniacally as if I'm a nutjob for saying such a thing) I talking to these. *points to 3 jellybeans*

A Cup'll do ya

 Yummy hot chocolate! I found this of E, taken last Jan. That angelic face is deceiving.

The Violence Continues

Elias is kind of on a roll with the shooting, kicking and in general, "I'm going to beat the crap out of you," phase.

He just sauntered up to the back door and told me, toy rifle in hand, that he, "shot a hog." It made "mean faces", so he had to shoot it.

When I was in the hospital birthing the latest Twigg, he told Shea he was going to shoot a: shark, alligator and a person. So much for her vegetarian, peace loving influence. Hmph.

Driving home from taking Micah to school, Elias says, that he wishes we could run somebody over. Seriously. I told him that would really hurt and squish them. He laughed.

Somebody pray for him.

Yer Fired

Me: Elias, if you don't stop messing with the window, you are going to have to sit in the room.

Elias: No! I not! Cuz I FIRE YOU!

I guess he told me.

Robert just called and told me his unsightly sighting of the day. While driving down the interstate, there was a man wearing nothing but a sweatshirt. A little too much late night partying, maybe? Lucky for you, he didn't take a pic.

Kidisms

Another fly by, random posting... This is a work in progress though.

Elias has discovered the joy of grits. Apparently the word makes no sense in his mind, so he has dubbed them, "footprints". He wakes up in the morning asking for footprints for breakfast.

Both Micah and he call water, watee.

They love to run around singing, "We are toot toots!" No idea where or how it got started. I asked Micah after about a week what a toot toot was and he said a fart. Lovely. They're out of the phase where they insist on saying it before they hang up the phone.

Bananas are beenas to Elias and Micah calls them banas.

This and That

One of these days, I'll get the blogging down and will do it on a regular basis. Until then, my ADD will continue to wreck make my life more interesting. It's a wonder I haven't wandered off without my children yet. That's neither here nor there though.

We're now living it up with the in laws. Weeeeee! That's what happens when you find out your home is infested with mold and the reason your hackety children are constantly infected with respiratory infections. I'd had headaches daily since about the 15th wk of pregnancy. (At least it waited until the morning sickness stopped.) The morning after we left, my head stopped pounding. Poor Elias has been on the nebulizer for about 1.5 wks now after having coughed his way thru the months of March, April and beginning of May. Before you ask, I'm not totally negligent, he did go to the dr during that time. He was dx with an upper respiratory infection and Micah had bronchitis, on the cusp of pneumonia. Always a good time round these parts!

Back to the point. Robert, having kindly given me less than a wk to get our shiznit and leave the other house, has thrown me for a hormonal loop. As if I needed anymore reason to be more batshit crazy than I already am. We're house hunting on top of that. Thank God to be getting out of Orange Park. Not having to drive across the blasted Buckman Bridge on a regular basis might almost be as nice as seeing the Krispy Kreme sign lit up with, "Hot Now". It eliminates Micah's constant crying over the bridge being too loud and the having to leave early enough to beat the traffic back home. Not to mention, Mandarin is significantly more civilized. Don't get me wrong, I love the Busch in a can drinking rednecks as much as the next person, (you do know my family is in Middleburg, right?), but OP has never been my cuppa.

What else?

Oh, I'm still trudging thru the medical trasncription. Here's to hoping I'll be done before Bebe gets here!

Lately, I've become slightly obsessed with learning and reading about different types of religious denoms and their docrtrine. Now I'm trying to find where my family fits in all that and where to go from here. Shockingly enough, I've learned that most everything I've been taught and experienced about other religions, other than the ones I've been raised in, has been false. Excellent. I hope to not pass on the same things to my little people. God is a lot more gracious than I realized and my thoughts have changed on a lot of the way I thought He viewed people as a whole. I'll save the details so I don't expose myself as the blasphemous heathen I am. :)

Moving right along. The kids are well. Bach is still a pain in the ass. Robert is chugging right along and I'm still growing a hidden gendered baby. By the way, it's amazing how irritated people get when you tell them you're deliberately not learning the sex of your unborn child. The horror! If any of you would like to learn the sex, feel free to look at the second page in my medical chart, since the ultrasound tech informed me not to do so. It makes walking up to the front desk, with said chart in hand, seem a lot longer than it is. I wish I didn't know I had the info right in my hands. Sheesh people, I still shake presents for crying out loud!

And with that, 24 is coming on, Twiggles just got home from work and there's an organic milk chocolate peanut butter cup calling my name.

 

 

Sleeping Elias Again

This is from December, but still blogworthy. In fact, I just downloaded pics for the first time since December, so there's a good chance you'll see some more last year stuff.

Micah's Birthday Wishlist

As told to me this morning.

100 footballs

a helmet, giant one

cardboard boxes

5 jeans

Sleeping E Again

R went to the bathroom and came back to this. This kid could sleep anywhere.

brotherly convos

Last night Elias ate something that didn't agree with him and was up twice during the night with the barfs. (Micah is totally freaked out by puking.) I'd gone to the bathroom to wash my hands and I overhear this convo.

M: 'Lias, why you get sick?

E: Cuz I did.

M: Oh, your tummy hurts?

E: Yeah.

M: Well, that's a-sgusting. Freaking a-sgusting. You don't frow up in the bed again, you hear me.

We can attribute the "You hear me" to Robert.

The stinkies

Micah has a super smelling nose and doesn't miss a scent. Yesterday, he kept saying it stinks and smells like poop. I asked Elias if there was poop in his diaper. His reply, "Is no poop in my bipah. I pooted. It smell awful."

When you gotta go

Bach in all her puppy glory, pooped in the house again. Naturally, she picked Micah's brand new Christmas story book about baby Jesus to do it on. Micah completely flipped out that she, "pooped on baby Jesus."