Never, I repeat, NEVER leave your son in the hands of 3 young girls.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Boys!
"Hell hath no fury than that of a woman scorned" is not an entirely applicable quote but it does sum things up quite well in this instance.
One morning some time ago (I'm a bit behind on this blog post) I came into the kitchen while the boys were eating breakfast to find that they must have been playing catapult with their spoons and cereal. How exactly they did it I am not sure but there was cereal and milk on the walls up to the height of 6 feet and 5 feet away from the table. One of my banes in life is that the previous owner of our house for some reason beyond all logic put carpet in the dining room. Carpet in a dining room with three young children requires a lot of cleaning. One reason why we bought a carpet shampooer. I had just the day before shampooed the carpet. Keep this in mind as I walk in to find my boys in the middle of this mess. Was I mad? You bet! After a trip to the proverbial woodshed I set out to show the boys what it was like to clean up after their mess. Once the cereal and milk were cleaned I found that my fury had not abated. I was a woman scorned. So, I set out to show the boys was it was like to be a mom and clean up after children all day long.
Cleaning the cereal off the walls, or at least what they could reach. See the picture above them? The milk was up to the top of the frame.
The boys spend the next 3 hours doing housework.
A kitchen floor is never clean so why not clean that?
At this point the cereal and milk was cleaned but there were many spots around that had come about from living in a house for three years.
Mopping.
They also cleaned up the entire basement and the backyard. I kept asking them if it was fun to clean up all these messes. Those boys of mine kept saying "yes". I don't think they quite got it. Finally after hours Nathaniel said "no". To which I replied "Do you think Mommy likes doing all this work and cleaning up after you?"
Nathaniel: "no"
He was off the hook and was allowed to go play. While all this was going on Nora was having a grand old time playing without interruption from brothers or mom.
Timmy however still thought mom just cleaned the house for fun so he got to continue cleaning. He got to vacuum the stairs.
Only after that did he consent and admit that mom's job was no fun, no fun at all.
Now pray this lesson sticks!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Today Maria invited the kids and I to a water party (I don't know what else to call it) at the military base. We had had a long weekend and my house was in total disarray. I had plans to stay home, clean and do laundry but Maria and the family are moving next week and I thought that any time spent with them was worth it. And Maria talked me into it. So we put on our bathing suits and off we went.
The "water party" was the fire engine spraying down the kids by the pool. It looked really fun! The kids ran off to play in the water.
Katie and Maggie.
Then the firemen turned off the water and the kids made a discovery...
MUD!
Mud to stomp in, mud to splash in, mud to get covered in!
Now let me explain Maria to you. She is a city girl and a neat freak with a touch of OCD. Her girls wear white pants and white sweaters. Something that would never survive on anyone in my family. She also has a newer van that she would NEVER in a million years allow mud into. At this point Maria was ready to go home, the tables had turned! She was questioning the wisdom in coming to this event and I was having a blast!
Mud then became a tool to paint with...
...or to fight with.
Where is Nathaniel in all of this you ask? He thought the water was too cold and didn't want to participate. He seems to have an aversion to water this year. He didn't even want to play in the mud.
The mud got worse...
...and worse.
Tim was having the time of his life!
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