The Demons have Crawled out!!!!!!

The demons possessing my children for the last couple of months must have crawled out of their ears last night! My children have gotten along-yep you heard me they didn't fight! Die of shock now. None no fight--I am sorry to be repetitive but I can't get over it. This morning the blanket fell off of Matt (a act that normally would bring upon loads of fighting on who did it) and Matt started getting upset and Ethan says, "Calm down, you pull here and help me, so I can help you." Hello.. Where the heck did that come from???????? Oh and the have gotten philosophical on me as well. This morning Matt crawled in bed with me and said he was scared of the bogeyman from the Nightmare Before Christmas and I told him that the bogeyman wasn't real he was just pretend and he looks at me with giant eyes and a sad voice and says "Is Santa pretend too?" (Watch Nightmare Before Christmas and you will know that Santa is in the scene with the bogeyman) Still I was twice his age before I even questioned the realness of Santa! And my kids is three! Then on the way home Ethan was asking if I was dressing up for Halloween and I told him that I wasn't and he ask if I dressed up when I was his age and I told him I did. So he asks was I big when you were little and I told him that he wasn't born yet so this is the response I get "Where was I before I was born" So seriously how do I answer that question. I told him that he was in heaven with God to which I got "Did I meet God?" I said I didn't know, then I pointed out the giant cloud of smoke coming from a nearby fire and avoided the subject for hopefully a couple of years until I am smarter.

Does anyone else feel lost as a parent? Like how am I supposed to know the answers to these questions? Cause I feel like my kids are already a ton smarter then I ever was! They question everything and I feel so stupid not knowing the answers. Alright that is my pondering for the day, but if you know any good answers I should give if this subject comes up again, please let me know, cause I lost my parenting instruction book.

Gods Gift to Men

Gods Gift to Men

I know I wrote a blog today, but I have more things to say! A real shock for some of you I know.

I was cleaning tonight (don't die of shock), after I cooked dinner (again if you need to sit) and I started and I couldn't stop. This isn't the first time this week that this has happened. So I have come to the conclusion that I am nesting. So while I was binge cleaning I got to thinking that this must be Gods gift to men of pregnant women. I mean think about it, they wont let you help because you can't do it right and your house is cleaner then its ever been. Then I started thinking about how unfair that is (despite the fact that men deal with the mood swings,etc...) I mean I get to be poked and prodded (for this child my bladder is a particular point of interest) constipated, hot and cold, achy, tired and cranky and my husband gets a horny wife and a clean house! Something is so wrong with that picture I am totally sending God a memo!

The case of the Muffin thief

It was 12:53pm on a gloomy Thursday afternoon when a thief quietly snuck into the kitchen at the home of Jason and Tasha. Tip-toeing across the floor and then climbing onto the counter the thief took the last blueberry muffin, made by the Hyvee Bakery. But who could have done it? The thief with a big smile on his face brought the prized muffin to the table, set it on the plate and was then caught red-handed! It was the youngest son! Matthew!
When the mommy caught him and said "You was a naughty boy!"
Matthew replied with "No I was a naughty monkey!"

Kidism of the day (or well technically yesterday)
Ethan say "Daddy guess what mommy did?"
"What"
"Mommy squirted cream into our mouth!"

(Whipped cream, mind you! We had pudding and I thought they would love the whipped cream and they wanted it squirted in their mouth. Lets hope that when he repeats the story he remembers the whipped part so that I am not greeted at the

Teenager at heart

Matthew has decided that he is really a teenager at heart. In the last two hours he has tried to sneak outside twice, through the window. Yep you heard me right, he pushes the screen out of the frame and climbs out the window. And before you chalk this up to natural curiosity please realize this is a pre-meditated attempt at escape. He careful and quietly took the window fan out and put his shoes on before hand. He also tried this yesterday, but apparently I was too lenient on him as he tried it again today, twice. What he didn't count on was a brother who doesn't feel the need to be in trouble. At least I know I have one child who I can count on not to get into trouble. Except for yesterday Ethan didn't say anything, I guess he figured Matt would be caught eventually. Ethan has been really good all week, I think when Matt hit him in the head with the bulldozer it gave him a personality transplant back to his old self. Or else he is planning something--I hope its the first.

My menac

Current mood: crazy

So far this week the following things have happened-oh and have been caused by Matt:
1. Numerous bite marks have appeared on Ethan
2. My bathroom has been flooded
3. A bulldozer was thrown at Ethan's head causing a cut, lots of bleeding and several drama filled hours.
4. Ethan's head was slammed several times in the door

Here are all the reasons to these things:
1. "Ethan stole my toy" "Ethan wouldn't stop singing"
2. "I was thirsty" (Between the lines: I wanted a drink and failed to shut of the water while there was a wash cloth in the sink)
3. "Ethan wouldn't stop calling me pumpkin" (Ethan called him "Punk" not pumpkin, not much better)
4. "Ethan was being mean" (Ethan demanded that Matt open the door to their bedroom and let him in-wow mean)

All the reasons I want this week to be over:
1. I am going to be reported for child abuse if my son keeps showing up to school with bite marks. (Just a guess, but who knows)
2. I have cleaned the bathroom 1,070 times
3. I would like to make it through the week without anyone needing stitches
4. The bedroom door is not going to make it through all the slamming-not to mention I am pretty sure that Ethan's head can't take anymore hits.
Bonus
5. The fighting is driving me crazy-literally
6. Matt has screamed everyday I have dropped him off at school
7. I am seriously considering boot camp for my youngest child
8. Did I mention that I can't take the fighting?
9. I would like to have phone conversation that doesn't involve me yelling at my children to stop closing the door on each other, quit being mean, if you do that one more time and don't make me come up there.
10. I am thinking about begging my O.B. to put me on bed rest in the hospital forever!

It is days or weeks like this that I start to think I am might be crazy for adding another child to the pack.