Just another night at home

The game is called...well, we don't really have a name.
The rules...simple. Build a mega blocks tower and hide a "guy" in it. Take turns throwing clumps of other blocks at your opponents tower and the first team who's "guy" is exposed and then knocked over is the loser. Easier said than done, apparently.
It was Elijah and Levi (with Darth Maul and Batman)

vs daddy and Titus (with "Tiger").

Both teams built solid fortresses...

Both teams threw solid and sometimes dangerous throws, but in the end...

Elijah and Levi exposed "Tiger" and knocked him over but not after a tough, time consuming fight; those towers don't knock down all that easily. We laughed; we cried (a few minor injuries) but I do believe we would all say that it was just another night at home and it was fun! You should try it sometime.

Oh how I love that Titus!

For those of you who don't know, Titus will be turning 3 on Friday and though this makes my post a bit premature, I have to do it. Besides I'm perpetually in catch-up mode, so I'll catch-up later.

After my morning run (I made it up to 20 minutes running on the treadmill...yippee!) I got the kids from the kids room and found out that Titus, in his carnal need for the car in Abigail's hands, grabbed the car and scratched this poor girl. Well, in all honesty I would never consider her or any other kid a "poor kid" when getting hurt so mildly, but that doesn't belittle my angel's infraction in the least.

I approached him to find out what happened and his natural response was to put his hand back to cover his hiney. Like that's going to work. I told him we'd take care of it at home.

As we pulled into the garage Titus asked me if I could spank him with my hand. Sorry kiddo, not if that's what you want. Then he, in his fancy free manner said, as happily as can be, "I'm going to cry like a baby." I laughed but kept my focus on teaching my little mongrel that no matter how much you want the truck, you can't just grab at it. He walked in the house, went into the drawer and got the spoon (FYI I prefer Pampered Chef's bamboo spoons) and said, "I got the spanking spoon" still not seeming to care that it will soon be tanning his hide. I told him to go to my room and he went (I can't say he doesn't listen) and when I got there he said, "can you spank my jeans?" He wants the easy way out and he knows what that entails, doesn't he? Or does he?

Well now he realizes that this is no longer fun and puts his hand back to cover his backside. I told him that it would hurt to have his hand spanked, so he'd probably like to move it to which he said "spank my hand, mommy." I lovingly obliged and he quickly realized I was right. I got the job done and he did indeed cry like a baby but was soon frolicking upstairs like nothing happened. Oh how I love that Titus!

OMW!!!!

I don't know if I am just catching more or what but every day now Eden is using her little tongue in ways an almost 5 year old shouldn't necessarily be. One thing I am glad about is that she is polite. I'll give her that.

This morning as I was getting ready to take the kids to school I went into the laundry room (when the coast was clear of boys) in just my t-shirt. I was reaching up into the dryer for a pair of workout pants when my darling little mini-me ever so politely and sweetly says, "Mommy, why don't you have pants on?" Harmless enough, right? Little did I know it was just the "deep breath" before saying what was really on her mind. Then she goes on to say (I'm traveling close to "too much information" land here, but it's one of those things) "Did you know your underwear isn't big enough to cover your whole bottom?"

OMW!!! Yes, honey, I happen to be aware of that. Why else would I drag myself to the gym every week? Confirmation. Affirmation. Insult-ation. Whatever it was, she did it! "Do I know...?" Sheesh. Now, how do we get her to STOP saying everything that's on her mind? She's not going to have many friends that way.

Bless all the dear children...and the mommy who loves them.

You know how when one of your kids does something and you say that you've gotta write that down in a book or something? Well, I am going to have to do just that. Eden and her prayers...she just makes me chuckle. Yes, I said chuckle. They are eating lunch right now and this was her prayer for lunch.


Dear Jesus,

Thank you that Micah eats all of her food and when she's a big girl she'll never try getting out of her bed; only when it's morning time. Amen.


Then the lunch conversation went on somehow to Eden asking Titus if he knew who Jesus was. I believe I heard him say Mantis (KungFu Panda). Eden said, "No, it's not Mantis. Jesus is God. God can't be Jesus because Jesus is God." Naturally. So, here's to trying to journal all the fun stuff as I have forgotten much of it already and don't want to let more slip by. Many of you can attest to how "it all goes by so quickly."

By the way, yesterday Titus began letting me know when he has to go potty. Yay!!! Today he has the runs. Drat! I couldn't drop him off at the gym today because they aren't allowed to take kids to the bathroom. They have to come get the mom. That would be too late! No exercise for me today, and I really needed it! At least he is making it to the bathroom to do his business (so far), but still, is that the Evil One's handiwork in this mom's life or what? I think so.

"4" going on "mommy"

The other day Eden wanted to pray for lunch so naturally I let her. Well, for those of you who know Eden, she says what's on her mind. No matter how inappropriate or just plain cute (and she's done both), she says it because she's thinking it. Another thing about her is the way she talks. She talks more like a 12 year old. She has always been very articulate and concise in what she says. She gets very serious when she prays and never sticks to simple thankfulness for what we are about to eat. No, she has to go deeper and hit the issues. Here is an example.

Dear Jesus,

Thank you that Titus be's good all the time and mommy still loves him even when he's bad (takes a deep breath while still praying) and thank you for our food and that Titus eats all of it and gets some candy and gets candy for going on the potty too. Amen.

That was almost word for word as I quickly ran for a pencil to copy it down after "amen" before I forgot all of it. That's how she prays. I love it! It's always "thank you" from our kids. They haven't quite figured out that there's a difference between thanksgiving and supplication, but I don't suspect Jesus minds.