February 28th, 2015

Yesterday in the car I was arguing with Camden (go figure). I said (in a nice quiet voice) "Camden! Do you hear me?!" He replied, "yes, do you hear me?"...

Kellan had a stuffed puppy that he just loved. It was a last minute check out pick up and he fell in love. He couldn't sleep, eat, poop without Puppy. We suddenly lost Puppy and braced ourselves for Kellan's rage. He didn't say a word or seem to care at all. We were shocked, but didn't bring it up to him, of course. About a year and a half later (which was last night), Kellan came to me with his earnest hoarse voice and said, "Puppy is sleeping in Heaven with Mitzie". I told him Mitzie is so happy you let her have puppy. He kind of looked at me like, "Oh crap, I did something nice?!" and ran off to drip his Otter Pop Popsicle all over my clean kitchen floor...

Camden's been moved up from Goldfish to Jellyfish at Hubbard, so now the boys have swim class on different days. For some reason, Camden could not stand the fact that Kellan was going to play on the play house there with his socks on, while Camden swam. The WHOLE way to school, Camden tried everything to convince and scare Kellan into the fact that he couldn't play on the play gym with his socks on. (Once again, I have no idea why this bothered Camden so much- he's the one that got to go swimming that night). Kellan, of course, then wanted to make sure to let Camden know he was going to keep his socks on. Finally, peeved, Camden tried to sell me. He said (verbatim) "Mom, there's a sign at the playground that only Dad's and kids can see. Not Mom's. It says no childs can play if they have their socks on". I didn't even bother trying to think of a response. By the time we got to swim school, Camden graciously told Kellan he could leave his socks on to play. Kellan purposefully sat down and slowly pulled off each sock. I don't know which boy won, but I feel like I lost for sure.

Thanks to the iPad's from Great Grand "Uncle Paul", the boys have been watching a ton of educational shows and games. Kellan's really in to pointing out patterns. 'Bell, bell, Santa. Bell, bell, Santa! That's a pattern, Mom!" Then he frowned and said, "my name is not a pattern, but there is a K in it". Hey- at least he has that down.

I guess my job title should be "servant", and not "mother". Camden asked me for a juice box. I'll admit I was looking at my phone, and didn't get up right away to serve "his highness". Camden looked at me and said "no buts, Mom. I asked you for a juice box". Guess who went to his room without a juice box?...

I don't even want to type this, but I do want to make sure I have plenty of ammo against my children for when the become teenagers. Kellan was watching his iPad when he suddenly had to go potty really badly. He went to the bathroom, he propped up his iPad (because God forbid he turn his eyes away for a minute) and pulled down his pants to go pee. He must have been so engrossed in Umizoomi, that he forgot he was posed to pee only, and proceeded to poop on the bathroom rug. Done with this reenactment...

Camden was asking me questions, I think about snakes and bugs, I can't exactly remember now. I made sure to reiterate that if he ever saw a scorpion, snake or unfamiliar bug, he should stay away and get an adult immediately. He definitely knows this because school has drilled the into the boys' head's since day 1. Camden's eyes got wider and wider as I spoke. (Seems impossible, right?). Then he said to me, "I have to tell Kellan. He doesn't know any of this!"

I asked Camden what he did with Nana today. He sighed and said "it's a long story..." I don't know what to make of that. I know Nana sure wears them out though!

Only Camden. We were sitting down as a family at dinner at Grammy and Granfy's. As everyone was gathering around the table, Camden yelled "Oh no! There aren't enough chairs for everyone!"

Great Aunt Ann and Uncle George were in town from Minnesota and came to visit us. They brought the boys toys, as usual :), and the guys were so excited and busily playing the whole time we visited with Ann and George. After they had left and the door was closed, Camden said "that was so nice of them to bring us a gift!" Kid, why can't you say this stuff in front of our guests instead of after they leave. Then people might think our kids are polite.

Camden ran in the bathroom while I was getting ready, and said "Mom! I want to have just a ball with you today!" I turned around and hugged him and said "Aw! Let's have a great fun day!" He backed away quickly with a frowny face and said "I don't want to see your boobs though!" I forgot I hadn't quite gotten dressed yet... Whoops...

February 21st, 2015

Camden and Kellan were playing a guessing game. It was Camden's turn to guess and Kellan had to come up with something. Camden was guessing random items and Kellan asked what color are they? I don't think this game was constructive.

Nana asked Camden if he shot a duck. He looked at her with his big brown eyes and said, "No, your son did"...

Kellan came up to me and said. "I'm going to show you something I do, but you can't make a mad face". Not a good start...

Great Aunt Ann and Uncle George came to visit the other day. Camden left the room for a minute, and being the awesome Mom I am, I didn't notice. When he came back, he was so excited to tell me that he went potty with the door closed because we had guests...

A sad faced blue eyed cow came into my room in the morning. I asked him why he didn't sleep very well last night. He replied "I kept waking up because I didn't have puppy and Scout" My heart broke, and then I remembered I was so tired because the darn kid was up all night...

You know you're studying for a boring payroll class, when you fall asleep on the couch- your son wakes you up, and you proceed to tell him about garnishing employee wages...

I just now began rotating Camden and Kellan on the top bunk of the bed. Until now, that was specifically Camden's reign. Camden threw an absolute fit about having to sleep on the bottom bunk, and was up most of the night. In the morning, I had finally fallen asleep for the night, and he came in and announced "Hey- I slept pretty good on the bottom bunk!" We have very different ideas on what is "good".

February 20th, 2015

Camden told me he knew what 4 + 4 was. We were laying on the couch, and I saw him count on his fingers (which was fine with me). Then he yelled "8!" I was so proud of him- until he told me, "I wasn't counting on my fingers, Mom. They were just moving by themselves".

Kellan's teacher pulled me aside the other day and told me she had to tell me something funny. She said she makes Kellan let her know every time he's going to go poop because he takes so long. I wonder if he's bringing his iPad in the bathroom with him...

We say our prayers in the morning and this was Kellan's:
"Hail Mary, Hallowed be Thy Name. Costco is on my side of the car"...

Speaking of prayers, I've been saying the Memorare and Camden's quickly learning it. Although, when we get to the part of "Oh Mother of the Word Incarnate", Camden says "Oh Mother of the Word in Carpet"...

I asked Camden to do some menial task. He looked at me and sighed heavily and said "I'll save the day, but I'm not a Super Hero"...

Reading a book one night, Camden pointed to a page and said "Hey! Those are pomegranates!" I didn't know what a pomegranate was until I was 33.

When there were commercials coming out for the Mr. Peabody movie, the boys kept asking to go to it. It finally came out to rent, and I got it for them. Kellan loved it and kept asking where Mr. Zeabody was.

I asked Kellan if he had any girlfriends at school. He replied, "Jessie has a green shirt that makes me love her"...

I was asking Camden who we should send Valentine's Day cards to. He replied, Uncle Paul. I said "who's that?" He replied "You know- the one that sent us the iPads!" Sorry Great Grand Aunt Paula. Sigh...

Also when I was asking Camden who to send Valentine's too, he got a shy little grin and whispered in my ear "Madelyn & Kendall (Hedstrom)... So cute!

February 18th, 2015

Camden's been trying to get Kellan dressed for me in the mornings while I get ready. It takes about and hour and I do yell often, but after the fact it's really cute. As I was fixing my long glorious locks, I heard Camden say to Kellan "you can do it, sweetie". Hilarious!

The down side to this is Kellan's really become dependant on Camden. Camden said to Kellan this morning "Don't ask too much of me Kellan, I'm made as a kid"...

I was talking to Kellan and said "Kellan, you're a funny guy". He replied, "what did I laugh at?"

I was sitting next to Camden on the couch while he watched his iPad. I was doing something very motherly and important, I'm sure- that's why he had iPad time. I noticed he kept moving his arms. I finally looked down to see what he was doing, and he was covering his eyes during the "scary" part of the show he was watching. At first I was alarmed, then I saw he would close his eyes if they showed a cave or a bat. I think the kid will live without being as scarred as I thought.

I woke up in the middle of the night and heard Kellan laughing in his sleep. A little later I woke up and both Camden and Kellan were in my bed. Then Camden heartily laughed in his sleep. Probably 10 minutes later, I woke myself up from laughing in my sleep. I think we're all happy awake and asleep which is a good sign! :)

Monday I was taking the boys to school. Camden kept asking me why I was going this way. I usually take 32nd street down to their school, but thought the expressway would be faster. I was starting to get a little annoyed because he was asking me so many times. So we pulled into school, and I went to get Camden out of the car. He said "Mom, this isn't our school anymore". I forgot that the school that had had the fire was reopened. I went so far out of my way and Camden was trying to tell me the whole time. I sheepishly and red faced drove quietly back north to the correct school. Camden was smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut at that point in time...

When we got home from school, Camden took his shoes off by the door. Kellan, apparently, went on my bed to take them off. I was putting my purse and stuff away when Camden said "Mom, I'm sorry you have to sleep in a sandy bed tonight." I was puzzled then I saw all the wood chips and sand that came out of Kellan's shoes right onto my bed. Kellan's lucky he has those dimples, or I would have driven to the beach, got a bucket of sand, and dumped it in his bed...

Kids sure do know how to make you feel guilty. This morning I repeatedly told Camden not to yell through the house (mansion) for me, but to come talk to me if he needed something. About 38 seconds later he yelled "MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM!" I got so mad and yelled "WHAT?!?!?!" at the top of my lungs. His little tiny voice said "I just wanted to say I love you". Once again, I know now why some animals eat their young...