Love Notes

Starting today's chores, I had the boys start cleaning their room while Finn and I vacuumed the downstairs everything was going great, couldnt hear the kids and the babe was riding along calmly when the next thing I know I get a sharp sting to the back of my head, I look down. there is a retractable leash. I looked towards the stairs, I see Will Turner (jonas's name of the day, yes I do use his play names when he gets in trouble, otherwise he blames it on "Jonas", clever huh?) grinning. I look at him and say "are you kidding me? You JUST got in trouble for throwing pennies at the baby's head Will Turner, March right back up those stairs I don't want to see you til your rooms clean. I am very disappointed in your choices." So then cowen comes prancing down the stairs and plows over will, flinging him into the baby gate...really?! So I tell him to get to his room as well. After some arguing, he goes.

I get back to my cleaning *side note-You know what's a great workout? Vacuuming with a 20lbs baby weight attached to it* getting into my vacuuming zone when I see something get flung over the upstairs wall. I stop the vacuum, yell up stairs that they aren't supposed to be throwing things. I hear "its a NOTE why don't you just read it?!" I decide to finish cleaning instead. When I finally read it this is what I find


Translated, it reads "we're not coming out today because you were being rude to us. Cowen and Jonas"
LOVE it! HAHAHA! Being a mother is wonderful ;)

Couch Forts

So even though its against the rules, here I sit watching the boys tear apart my couch so they can build a fort. I figure its either this, or they'll end up dumping out the contents of the toy box, and the toys are a much bigger battle...so my couch is in shambles.

Anyway, cowen is building this overly tall fort built with every single cushion, some bed pillows, a back pack and daddy's jacket. Jonas comes over from pausing to get a drink and asks "what are you doing?" Cowen answers with "building a fort that I call destiny-care to join me?".

Yup, that JUST happened.

Bad Words

The boys we're arguing in the car. Cowen told Jonas to shut his mouth. So of course, Jonas promptly tattles saying that cowen said a bad word. I ask what he said Jonas tells me and I explain how saying shut your mouth isn't a bad word but its not a nice thing to say. So cowen asks "is keep your mouth shut bad?" I tell him "no, its just not nice" there is a bit of silence and Jonas says...


"What about shit head? Is shit head a bad word?"

"No, that's an adult word, children don't use the word shit"

"So when I'm 18 I can say shit head?"

"yes Jonas, don't say shit again until your 18"

"Okay momma!"

*I have determined there is absolutely no way to have conversations like these without making it completely obvious that I am laughing.

"She Didn't Even Know Her Numbers!"

This morning I had the exciting task of registering Jonas for transitional kindergarten(TK). Part of the registration process was him spending 5-10 minutes with a teacher, she asked various questions and had him perform simple tasks to gauge where he was academically, I suppose.

As we were leaving I asked him "what kind of questions did she ask you?" He says "all kinds of silly stuff. I tried to teach her but she wouldn't listen. She didn't even know her numbers momma!" I respond with "she didn't?" He says, in a mildly frustrated voice "no, numbers go 123456789, not 3751. She tried to make me say them wrong!!"

One of the exercises was to repeat a series of random numbers back. He wouldn't have it! She. Was. Wrong. TK is going to be exciting! :)

The Lorax

We had decided to take the boys to see The Lorax the weekend after it came out. They love Dr. Seuss, and I happen to love this particular story, so it worked. Plus I like to raise the kids a little on the, hmmm...hippy(?) Side. So the movie fit perfect.

During the movie we take turns entertaining the baby, turns out GIANT TVs blaring sound are completely uninteresting to him, aside from beaning the little boy in front of us with his sippy cup and throwing my nachos on the floor. He did great! We even got the sippy cup back!...ya know, I never did thank the lady sitting behind us for making faces at the baby, while he was nursing. You ever have a teething baby bite your boob? No? Go ahead and take a pair of spiky barbecue tongs, place them over your nipple, clamp down. Now pull. Its kinda like that...I should send that lady a card.

After the movie, the kids were raving about it. They absolutely loved it, talked about all the characters, taking turns telling us their favorite parts. I figured it was a great opportunity to use the movie as an educational tool, so I asked them- " what did you guys learn from the movie?" I received this matter-of-fact answer simultaneously..."how to chop down trees!" Well played Mr. Renaud, well played.

Here it is!

Its the long awaited blog, written by me, the Mom. I'd like to try and share with you the awesomeness that is my sons: Cowen (Co, cowey, my oldest) he's 6, Jonas (Joey, Jo, Jo Jo, Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker, will Turner, Iceman and whatever else he chooses throughout the day) he's 4 and our youngest little guy, Finnigan (Finn, finny and "the baby") he is almost to the big 1!

I can't guarantee I'll be writing a lot of posts until I get the hang of this new "blog" thing, so until then enjoy this little snippet of today :)

Fears- We discovered one of the baby's fears today. He hasn't been afraid of much, the child chases the vacuum, loves the big dogs, dances along to too loud music and anything new he immediately tries to manhandle and figure out, until....the sock puppet. That's right, a sock puppet. And not one of those fancy sock puppets that has googley eyes, lashes and lipstick, it was a sock. On my hand. That moved when I talked. I've never seen the boy burst out in tears and try to get away from anything so fast!