"Mya, did you change your pants?"
Blank stare back.
"Mya, did you pee in your pants?"
She shakes her head no.
*sigh* "Mya, I know you changed your pants. I can tell. Did you pee in your pants?"
"No, I peed in my socks." she says.
"Well, I’m glad you changed."
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Brandon and Josh were play fighting in the bathroom. Josh took toothpaste and put it on the left side of Brandon’s head. Brandon thought the only way he could remove the toothpaste from his hair was to cut it out. So he had a 2x2 inch area cut off the side of his head. The rest of hair was long and shaggy. It took me about 3 weeks before I got around to bringing him into the barber. He looked ridiculous and it was hilarious. I unfortunately thought I had taken a pic, but alas another brain freeze. I didn’t capture this picture worthy moment. I took him to Beaners and she cut his hair in a caesar style cut. As she was cutting his hair on the top she noticed he had taken a huge chunk out of the top of his head as well. So now we spike his hair out to kind of make it all "blend in."
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Mya also decided to play barber and cut her hair on 5 occassions. I keep hiding the scissors but they keep finding it. Mya and Brandon decided to play barber shop. So they cut each other’s hair and Luke’s as well. When oh when do they grow out of this crazy stage?
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Brandon and Josh were arguing in their bedroom. This is their conversation.
Josh: Brandon! You make me so mad! You’re a poo-poo-head and a dorkus goober joker!
Brandon: Oh ya! Well, you….you… you… are all those things too and MORE!
Way to tell him Brandon… lol…
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Luke can now say, "ma-ma", "da-da", "wa-wa" (laura), "bye-bye", "hi" and "hewo". He is just like Josh at this age and he is driving me crazy! He gets into everything! He pushes the kitchen chair up to the sink, then climbs into the sink to play with any dishes in the sink or he’ll climb the cupboards and take the dishes out. I’ll pull him down from that and put him on the ground and he’ll head towards the plastic cupboard and begin emptying things out of there. I take him away from there and put those things back and I turn around and he’s in the pantry climbing the shelves, pulling the items off the pantry shelf, or he’s playing the the bag of flour or he’s playing in the bag of rice or dumping cereal on the floor. I take him out of that, clean that up and while I am doing that he climbs up on my piano, all the way to the top to play with the little decorative candle and the ornaments I have on top of the piano. His feet all the while stomping on the keyboards. I chase him away from there and he goes to the bookshelf and pulls all the books out of the bookshelf. I take him away from there and he runs to the kitchen, opens up the pots and pans drawer, pulling out a pot, lid and metal spoon and begins his little drumming session. After he finishes that he runs to my cookbook/cookie cutter cupboard and takes those out and spreads them around. I shoe him out of the kitchen and he goes upstairs. I hear splashing and go racing upstairs. He is unrolling all the toilet paper into the toilet and playing with the water. Of course one of the older kids has forgotten to flush the toilet. I turn on the water in the bathtub to give Luke a bath. I take off his diaper and Luke pees all over the floor. I put Luke in the bathtub. As I clean up the mess of the pee, toilet water and toilet paper all over the floor, he proceeds to take the little play flower watering can and dump water on the floor. I quickly wash him off and get him out of the tub. I take him out of the tub and turn to drain the tub he instantly races over to the our bathroom ensuite and begins to empty out all the stuff from under the sink. I catch him and put his diaper on before he pees. He runs over to Ryan’s desk in the bedroom, climbs up on the chair and starts to throw stuff off the desk. I pull him off the desk and he races over to the phone. He grabs the phone and begins calling China. *sigh* This goes on ALL day long. It’s all I do, just chase after him cleaning up after all his messes that he creates ever nano second. I look at him and say wearily, "Ya know Luke, I go to work because of you."
I so need a nanny, this kid is going to be the end of me. I’m soooooooooooo glad I’m done having kids. People say you know when you’re done and oh ya, I know. I see people prego or with babies and I just shudder. I always look at them with pity and think, "Thank God that’s not me and I’m not pregnant anymore." It’s such a relief and I have no desire to have anymore kids. I’ve done my share. I’ve had 5. Now I can step aside and let someone else take the "BreedersRUs" Crown.
The crazy thing is no one really understands unless they have 5 kids of their own. Even if they have one or two or three… They have NO idea. They may have a little clue or inkling, but the sound decible level in our house I’m sure rivals a Boeing 747. I’m glad I had them all close together, but it’s exhausting. Now that I’m working I feel like I work all day at home, then I go work for 8 hours in the evening chasing after a bunch of teenagers at the theatre. I’m exhausted and I’m busy…. but you know what the crazy part is? I’m actually enjoying being busy. I’m happier. I find that if I don’t make myself crazy busy where I pass out from exhaustion at the end of the night, I’m just not happy. I need to be constantly busy, on the move and have every single moment of my day packed with something. How bizarre.