Micah's breakfast

Our new set up is Elias is bed with R and Micah still with me. In the morning when Robert leaves for work, I usually get in bed with E, to avoid having him come bouncing into my room and waking Micah. Yesterday, I didn't hear Micah come out of my room. I woke up to him, saying, "Come on, 'Lias. Get down out da bed", in his sweet little voice.

There was sticky goodness all over his mouth. He told me there was old food on the table and he ate it b/c he was hungry. There was a bowl of melted rainbow sherbet sitting on the coffee table.  I was instantly furious with Robert. He is the only one that eats it and I figured he left his bowl there. After R and I talked, it turns out Micah got it himself.

What am I going to do with him? I feel like I ALWAYS have to be on watch. There is nothing he won't do. When he was a toddler, he used pots as stools, climbed onto the counter, over to the stove and got into the medicine bin. Seriously, he was no older than 16 mos when that happened. Elias would never do these types of things. I try to tell myself all of these crazy antics and mischief making means he is brilliant and a fabulous problem solver. There is no feat too big!

We're going to move all unsafe foods into the extra fridge downstairs and put a lock on the storage room door. He was a bouncing, oppositional mess after eating it. After the Skittles on Sunday and now this, I feel like I am parenting a tornado.

A picture is worth a thousand words

and Robert would kill me if he knew I was making this public.

Van Goes Nuts!

Van, who has been overseas doing some kind of top secret military work for the last few years, sent this video out the other day. The boys thought it was hilarious, although Micah was quite concerned about Uncle Van dancing in the road. "Why Uncle Van do dat, Mom? We don't dance in the road, Mom?"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWtHKQH1tlw

Pirates, stories and band aids

Micah is REALLY into make believe and fantasy play lately. Being his fabulous mother, I am often chosen as his muse. Fun stuff. M also likes to dress himself lately. He insists on wearing his shirt backwards so that he can complain that he can't see the picture on it. Some days he wears his undies backwards, too.

Last night Robert sat and read Micah a few books. Which, by the way, do not buy, Bad Dog Marley. It's awful, they're so mean to the dog and get mad at him for doing dog things. I'd throw it out, but Micah loves the messes Marley makes, so we just make it up as we go along. Anyway, while R and M read, Elias got into the dvds. I swear, this kid would be happy as pie to sit and take them apart all day long.

While Daddy and M read, I got E out of the movies and into the band aids. Band aids are a staple in our house. They can turn my grumpy kids into giggly people faster than lickety split. Magic things, I tell you. Good thing for me, the Dollar Store carries them cheap. I try and carry them everywhere we go. Bribery with them goes a long way. Shh, I didn't say that.

Bring in the Calvary

This has been the worst week ever.

Micah started running a fever Tues night and hacking up a storm. Until last night, he hadn't slept in days. He was up all night long, screaming irrational and unintelligible gibberish at me multiple times a night. It sucked! One night, I woke up to him frantically screaming that he was stuck. He'd crawled over my pile of clothes, heels and art supplies on the floor and was waaay back in my closet. How or why he did it, is beyond me.

In order to keep some sanity we did some survival stuff. I went to Wallies and bought Micah some silly stuff. "Gobbles" a snorkel, some new movies, snacky food and a magnetic board for his super letters. Which, btw, he is loving, b/c now he's like his buddy Alex.

As the natural progression goes, Elias woke with a fever yesterday and a coughing mess. He refuses to sleep anywhere but my boob. The joy! The fun! The only way he'll get the much needed nap during the day is when I use my mommy voice to tell him that I'm not picking him up. This ends in him collapsing wherever he happens to be and sleeping for an hour. Glorious!

Micah's fever is gone, but he still isn't well. Elias is a mess. Looks like we're homebound for yet another week. Lucky me!
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The top 3 things that make me want to cut my ears off when said are:

"I'm huuungry."
"Mooooom. I don't feel good."
"That's mine!"

To top it off, Robert worked all day Saturday and then took a guys night out. Yeah. You know.

I need a break or a Valium or a big bottle of wine. Maybe all 3.

Mothers' Day

Well, this is the 147697th time I've tried to upload pics when Wordpress starts acting up. Aargh! I'll try again in a month. I officially hate this server.

New 'dos and conk outs

I trimmed up Micah's hair yesterday, because he was starting to look like an unkept hippie. Of course, being the mom that I am, talked him into letting me pomade the heck out of it afterwards. If he only knew...

I live for that kind of stuff. Days when I am silly with my terrors angels, are much more pleasant.

Speaking of pleasant. It doesn't get much better than this.<
Add me in the middle and that's our sleeping arrangements. Now do you understand why I'm so tired? That's a king sized bed and they take up all the space, just between the two of them. I don't think I would trade it for the world. :)

So let them be little,
'Cause they're only that way for a while.
Give 'em hope, give them praise,
Give them love every day.
Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle,
Let 'em sleep in the middle,
Oh, but let them be little.