The boys and I were waiting in line for a prescription at Walgreens (it could have been for either Camden or I - who knows?) A lady walked up with not only a patch over her eye, but it looked like it was decorated as a disco ball as well. I was staring, then I realized not only should I not stare, I should probably make sure the boys weren't as well. Fail - they had both stopped goofing around, and were staring wide mouthed at the lady.
Before I could even think of what a good parent would do at this point, the lady bent down really close to the boys and asked if she looked like a pirate. The boys shyly smiled then started cracking up. Who has two thumbs and was saved by luck? This mom!
Camden is pretty good about getting dressed for school in the morning. I'm working on Kellan, but his excuse is that he can't get his shirt over his big head (Well played, sir). I'm in my bathroom getting ready, praying that that's what they're doing. I hear this from Kellan verbatim - "A rain drop from my bee dee bee dee fell on the carpet, but don't worry, Mom, I cleaned it up!"
Dad picked the boys up from school. He asked how their day was. Kellan replied "I didn't see my girlfriends (yes plural) but it's ok, because I don't know their names anyway.
I think we all know that I'm not by any means a cook. I toasted frozen french toast for the boys, put cinnamon sugar on it and served their Highness's. Camden took one look and said "Wow! There sure is a lot of sugar on this". Since I was standing there waiting for him to complain about the meal I was prepared, I already had the appropriate stern look on my face. Camden quickly backtracked and said "But that's ok, Mom! You couldn't control yourself".
I asked Camden to put his socks in the hamper. He looked at me and said "Ok mom, I'll do you this favorite". (I think favor).
Camden's been very inquisitive about rain, thunder and storms. I have to be very careful on this subject, as it was a huge source of anxiety for me growing up. I'm trying to keep him calm like my parents did with me. I waved my hand and blew off thunder because that couldn't hurt us at all - it's just loud. Then Camden brought up lightning. As I pondered faking a heart attack, Camden went back to thunder. (Whew, I can keep that trick in my back pocket). He informed me "sometimes when there's thunder, a parent can't hear their children asking a question".
Camden and Kellan came home with a toy from Grammy's (go figure). The box said for kids 18 months and up. Camden looked at me knowingly and said "it's for 18 kids, Mom). Ok.
The boys were out in the living room. I came out in sweats and a t-shirt. Camden turned and exclaimed "well, you look beautiful". If I ever let him get married, you're welcome chick - I mean future daughter in law...
My Boys
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
March 7th, 2015 Part 2
During Church, I got really excited for the Our Father, because Camden's known this prayer for quite some time. As we got closer to that part, I kept whispering to Camden that it was coming up. He didn't seem interested at all. Then we sang the Our Father. As soon as the singing started, Camden sang the prayer at the very top of his lungs. Not only that, he was totally off key. I could not stop laughing. He just sang louder and louder. When we were done, the people around us clapped. I'm hoping because he was cute, not clapping because the singing was done...
Of course the boys had to go to the bathroom in the middle of Mass. I'm trying to keep an eye on Camden while he pooped (that kid can go anywhere in public). Camden finally finished and I was lifting him up to the sink to wash his hands. I looked to see where Kellan was, and he was peeking under an occupied stall. I grabbed two boys hand sanitizer and ran out of the bathroom.
I feel Camden's getting old enough to pay attention during Mass rather than play with cars, etc. I kept bending down to tell him - "this is our time to talk to Jesus". After several different attempts, I gave up. Then Camden grabbed my arm, pointed to the Crucifix, tilted his head, stretched his arms out, closed his eyes, and hung his tongue out of his mouth sideways. Is that sacrilegious?
I was talking to a nice lady after Mass. The boys were running around having the time of their lives splashing in puddles. I tried to contain them at first, and realized it wasn't work the effort. Everyone that walked by them smiled. Kellan yelled- Mom! Watch this!" He tried to jump over a puddle and fell forward and smacked his forehead so hard on the sidewalk I heard the bang. Poor kid! I ran over and he only cried for about a minute and then went back to playing. (Camden would have asked me to take him to the ER had he hit his head). Once Kellan was calmed down, Camden ran over to him and said "Aw! Did you hit your big head?" And they both belly laughed.
When we were in the car on the way home, I asked Kellan if he had a headache. Camden piped in with "I do, from getting Kellan dressed this morning"...
I was trying to get the boys ready for school and calmed down. They were everywhere. I threatened everything I could think of- iPads, candy, etc and they just would not settle down. I was very frustrated and Camden looked at Kellan and said "if you want to go to Grammy and Granfy's, Kellan, you have to focus. C'mon bro!"
The homily had a few funny parts and every time the congregation laughed, Camden would laugh super loud about 30 seconds too late.
Camden was watching a really cool educational show on his iPad. I was getting in to it too. They taught all about muscles and how they worked. At the end of the show, Camden looked at me and said his muscles hurt. Wonder where he gets that from?
Of course the boys had to go to the bathroom in the middle of Mass. I'm trying to keep an eye on Camden while he pooped (that kid can go anywhere in public). Camden finally finished and I was lifting him up to the sink to wash his hands. I looked to see where Kellan was, and he was peeking under an occupied stall. I grabbed two boys hand sanitizer and ran out of the bathroom.
I feel Camden's getting old enough to pay attention during Mass rather than play with cars, etc. I kept bending down to tell him - "this is our time to talk to Jesus". After several different attempts, I gave up. Then Camden grabbed my arm, pointed to the Crucifix, tilted his head, stretched his arms out, closed his eyes, and hung his tongue out of his mouth sideways. Is that sacrilegious?
I was talking to a nice lady after Mass. The boys were running around having the time of their lives splashing in puddles. I tried to contain them at first, and realized it wasn't work the effort. Everyone that walked by them smiled. Kellan yelled- Mom! Watch this!" He tried to jump over a puddle and fell forward and smacked his forehead so hard on the sidewalk I heard the bang. Poor kid! I ran over and he only cried for about a minute and then went back to playing. (Camden would have asked me to take him to the ER had he hit his head). Once Kellan was calmed down, Camden ran over to him and said "Aw! Did you hit your big head?" And they both belly laughed.
When we were in the car on the way home, I asked Kellan if he had a headache. Camden piped in with "I do, from getting Kellan dressed this morning"...
I was trying to get the boys ready for school and calmed down. They were everywhere. I threatened everything I could think of- iPads, candy, etc and they just would not settle down. I was very frustrated and Camden looked at Kellan and said "if you want to go to Grammy and Granfy's, Kellan, you have to focus. C'mon bro!"
The homily had a few funny parts and every time the congregation laughed, Camden would laugh super loud about 30 seconds too late.
Camden was watching a really cool educational show on his iPad. I was getting in to it too. They taught all about muscles and how they worked. At the end of the show, Camden looked at me and said his muscles hurt. Wonder where he gets that from?
March 7th, 2015
I packed gummy bears in the boys church backpacks. This is all Kellan could think about. I told him if I saw he was being good in church, I would give him the gummy bears. Before the first song even began, Kellan yelled in a whisper voice "Can I have my Teddy Bears Please? I'm trying really hard to be good!" Since I wasn't able to gauge his behavior as Church hadn't started yet, I just gave him the "Teddy Bears".
I was so proud of myself. I had the great idea to take the boys to McDonald's to knock out dinner and try to wear them out. They ate very well, and I settled in to the booth to be mother of the year, while my kids had fun and it didn't take me any effort. After about 2.3 minutes, Camden came up to me with a really serious look on his face. I asked him what was wrong. He looked at me with his ridiculously long eyelashes, and said "I shot a duck and pooped my pants". Usually I can't get the boys out of the playground. This time they both beat me to the car to get the heck out of there.
The boys and I were at RedBox trying to pick out a movie. I had just bought them green St. Patrick's Day hats and they were wearing them. There was a man at the other movie rental box and he said to Camden "Hey dude! You look cool!" Camden looked at him and said "thanks, I think"... At that moment I was trying to figure out how to still own Camden without claiming him.
I was cleaning up around the house and the boys were watching their new movie. I kept telling the boys I would be in there to watch the movie with them soon. As I was wiping down the counters, etc., I hear a little voice yell out from the living room - "Mom, why aren't you enjoying the movie?" What a little salesman. A few minutes later, Kellan yelled, "Mom? Why aren't you joining the movie?"
We were reading "Marley and the Kittens" before bed. Camden literally tooted the entire time. We used the book to fan away the smell more than we did to actually read it.
We had Camden's swim class at 6:30 on Tuesday. I told the boys we were taking a very quick bath when we got home because it was close to bed time. Both boys played while the other one was being washed and looked at me carefully as if I would ever yell at those angels! When we were done I told Camden to pull the drain to empty the bathtub. He hesitated and I gave him the "mom look". He innocently looked at me and said "just give me a second". He's lucky he's cute.
I forgot the comb the boys hair before school, because I was off probably doing something really motherly. When I picked them up, Camden excitedly told me "Mom! It's a good thing you didn't comb our hair today! It was crazy hair day and we fit right in!"
I was so proud of myself. I had the great idea to take the boys to McDonald's to knock out dinner and try to wear them out. They ate very well, and I settled in to the booth to be mother of the year, while my kids had fun and it didn't take me any effort. After about 2.3 minutes, Camden came up to me with a really serious look on his face. I asked him what was wrong. He looked at me with his ridiculously long eyelashes, and said "I shot a duck and pooped my pants". Usually I can't get the boys out of the playground. This time they both beat me to the car to get the heck out of there.
The boys and I were at RedBox trying to pick out a movie. I had just bought them green St. Patrick's Day hats and they were wearing them. There was a man at the other movie rental box and he said to Camden "Hey dude! You look cool!" Camden looked at him and said "thanks, I think"... At that moment I was trying to figure out how to still own Camden without claiming him.
I was cleaning up around the house and the boys were watching their new movie. I kept telling the boys I would be in there to watch the movie with them soon. As I was wiping down the counters, etc., I hear a little voice yell out from the living room - "Mom, why aren't you enjoying the movie?" What a little salesman. A few minutes later, Kellan yelled, "Mom? Why aren't you joining the movie?"
We were reading "Marley and the Kittens" before bed. Camden literally tooted the entire time. We used the book to fan away the smell more than we did to actually read it.
We had Camden's swim class at 6:30 on Tuesday. I told the boys we were taking a very quick bath when we got home because it was close to bed time. Both boys played while the other one was being washed and looked at me carefully as if I would ever yell at those angels! When we were done I told Camden to pull the drain to empty the bathtub. He hesitated and I gave him the "mom look". He innocently looked at me and said "just give me a second". He's lucky he's cute.
I forgot the comb the boys hair before school, because I was off probably doing something really motherly. When I picked them up, Camden excitedly told me "Mom! It's a good thing you didn't comb our hair today! It was crazy hair day and we fit right in!"
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