September 3, 2010
Big, big week up at the Wilks house this week.
Someone (?) put my glasses case into a big bowl of water to swim with “Sharky” one of those miraculously swelling water toys.
Someone (?) put paper clips into The Hunky Hubby’s coffee grinder.
All three boys smuggled a diaper and a small garbage can into the tub with them. Just in case you didn’t know, diapers explode when submerged in the tub for any length of time.
Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–Were in time-out for not cleaning up toys. And so they dumped their brother’s piggy bank out, tore all of his handmade pics of the solar-system off of their places of honor beside his bunk, and ripped about 5 feet of wall paper off the wall. Makes you not want to put them into time out anymore…not that that would help things any in the long run.
But the winner this week…Sweet Boy#2′s hastily applied first aid (8 band-aids without washing) turned into a strep or staff infection that spread rapidly to the other 2 boys via an all-boybath and now we spend an enormous amount of our day applying salve and band-aids and giving antibiotics. Who knew that a box of 60 sterile strips and two rolls of gauze only lasts 2 days. I am trying not to panic about this. The Dr. wasn’t panicking, that’s a good sign right? And the spots seem to be getting better, so it must be responding to the antibiotics…but this was scary nonetheless. Harrowing indeed.
August 27, 2010
I forgot to write things down this week. So everything is a little sketchy. I do recall at least 3 incidents of biting. And the huge bruise on Sweet Boy#3′s shoulder backs up this memory. There was some sand thrown in eyes, sunscreen in eyes, and some crazed waving of sticks. Oh…I tried to block it out but now I recall that Sweet Boy#3 hit the neighbor girl in the face with the hose attachment and made her cry. And Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#2 were caught under the dinning room table pigging out of their little brother’s potty treats. We did attempt to potty train this week and had 4 successful potty stops, which deteriorated into more accidents than I could count and the decision to try again after his 3rd birthday. A good but busy week in the life of Kristen the Mom.
August 20, 2010
Sweet Boy#2–Hops out of the tub and puts on a pair of his brother’s dirty underwear…and doesn’t understand why we have a problem with this.
Sweet Boy#2–Opened and smeared a packet of soy sauce all over his bedroom windowsill.
Sweet Boy#2–Asks me to play the new Switchfoot album for bedtime music. The crazy thing…I do it for him and he goes to sleep. He calls this CD “The music that your campers like”.
Sweet Boy#3–Dumps a whole cup of water onto a basket full of 4 sleeping kittens.
But the winner this week
Sweet Boy#3–I walked into the bathroom and caught him fishing. How you might ask? Well he had found the bran new wii controller that The Hunky Hubby had recently purchased and was holding the little wrist band in order to carefully dip the controller into the toilet bowl! This did not go over well at all with the Hunky Hubby.
August 13, 2010
Lets see…
I found a handful of paintballs in the microwave. They expand when heated if you were curious.
Sweet Boy#3 jumps into our stroller and pushes off, starting himself upon a wild ride down the lawn narrowly missing trees. Then he does it again and jets down the driveway to crash by the propane tank. Thankfully he survives.
I take all 3 boys to town. Sweet Boy#1 dumps water onto Sweet Boy#3 who dumps his entire bottle of water onto Sweet Boy#2. We go hiking, go to the doctor, buy food at the wok about grill (where they spill a full bottle of soy sauce on the floor, jump around in three different booths, and eat some noodles off the floor) get an icecream cake and sundays for the boys, and rush home as the boys are getting fudge in their carseats before the cake melts so that we can decorate for our anniversary.
Sweet Boy#2 takes one training wheel off his bike then rides down the stairs on the mini golf course, launches off the end and lands in a pile of rocks. He gets a 3 bandaid scrape on his side and cries when I tell him that we are all done riding bikes in the golf course.
But the winner this week…the boys set up a tent in the middle of the lodge at camp and slept in it with the hunky hubby. But sweet boy#3 needed a change so one of our counselors brought him over to me at the house. I changed him and then he said: “I go to camp.” And started down the stairs. I thought about it for a minute and decided that he could go back and try one more time to sleep in the tent. DK said that she would take him over and we walked down the stairs expecting to see him waiting at the bottom for us by the door. Instead what we see are two wide open doors and no two-year-old. I grab my shoes and we both rush out into the night. DK catches him running across the parking lot at camp, alone, in the dark, in the rain, in his jammies. Too scary.
August 6, 2010
Sweet Boy#3 walked up to me this week and very sweetly handed me a fingernail polish brush. The problem…it was just the brush, no bottle. And where there is a lone fingernail polish brush, there must be a lone bottle of fingernail polish, open and leaking. That is what I presume, but we don’t know that for a certainty as I was never able to find that alleged bottle.
Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#2 made a lifelike reconstruction of Mt. St. Helen’s out of a large pile of dirt. It had the crater with one open side and the mudslide damage and everything. And of course it erupted silt all over their heads. Filthy and scientific.
Some Elmer’s glue was spread upon Sweet Boy#2′s legs as though it were lotion.
The Hunky Hubby was seen running through a thunderstorm carrying Sweet Boy#3 home from camp. Except instead of hiding his youngest in his coat he held his small son up over his head as though Sweet Boy#3 were a very large and squiggly hat. Which of course Sweet Boy#3 loved.
And the winner this week…Sweet Boy#1, when he should have been in bed sleeping, was instead found to be spraying Sweet Boy#3, his little brother’s toddler bed, and our CD player liberally with SPF 50 water resistant sunscreen. Which does not come off of electronics with baby wipes, nor washrags. The thing just might be sticky forever unless some industrious cleaning fairy comes to my aid and gives me a viable alternative to baby wipes and damp washrags.
July 30, 2010
Hmmmm…well this week was quite interesting. Sweet Boy#3 got a cheerio stuck up his nose. “It’s Stuck! It’s Stuck!!!” But a pair of tweezers and his Momma took care of that. And then the boys were watering Grandma Judy’s porch plants and watering and watering and then this hose hurricane swept through and she has this freezer in the corner of her porch and somehow a bunch of water squeaked through the lid until we looked and there was 5 inches of ice coating everything in her freezer. None of us ever want to see a crow bar up close again, believe you me.
But the winner this week…Sweet Boy #2 was running to the potty, but the floor was slightly damp because they had just had a tub. He slipped taking the corner into the bathroom too fast, and hit his head hard on the rim of the potty. There was blood everywhere, covering the floor, running from his head, getting in his eyes, I even found gore on the door hours later after we thought it was all cleaned up. So Grandma Judy and I rushed all three boys to the car and drove to the emergency room. If you can call the speed we moved at rushing. And Sweet Boy #2 and I spent 2 hours there until he came away with 4 stitches in his head and a big red Popsicle from the emergency workers. Now he is afraid to use the potty alone. He asks me to come with him. “I don’t want to get another stitch!”
July 16, 2010
Well lets see…This week Sweet Boy #1 and Sweet Boy#2 saw a bear! We were on a walk and Shamu our giant Newfoundland had been prancing about sniffing something and I myself had for a moment smelled the pungent odor of some wild animal. Then some friends drove up and all of us, including Shamu, were distracted in talking with them. Except Sweet Boys #1 and #2, who were pounding bushes with big sticks. As they pounded away our bear made his stealthy escape and only the quick eyes of the little boys spotted his exit. He was “Black like Shamu, but much much bigger!!!” Truly an exciting day in the boys lives.
Then Sweet Boy #3 snuck open a two story window in the nurses room at camp where Grandma Judy was staying and we caught him leaning out toward his doom! Yes, there was no screen in that particular one. It was removed so that campers could dump water on top of people for skits.
And finally, I had all three boys at camp and suddenly could not locate Sweet Boy#1. We ran around in a panic, but our oldest was nowhere to be seen. The Hunky Hubby zoomed home and discovered our missing son. He had walked home, taken off his sandy clothes, taken a bath, dressed in jammies, gotten his stuffed turtle, and gone to bed. Amazing, but nerve racking none the same.
July 9, 2010
This week is all such a blurr, cousins and wrestling and sand, dirt, and bikes. But I do recall two instances of mayhem. I was using the bathroom and left the three boys wrestling with The Hunky Hubby in our bed. At some point he must have left, for when the boys began screaming for “Daddy” no one rushed to their aid. I zoomed out of the bathroom and charged into our room to find Sweet Boy#3 with his head stuck between the rails of our headboard. I lifted him up until the gap widened and got him loose, but he was less than pleased over the entire incident. Who makes these blasted headboards anyway? And how did they calculate the exact dimensions for entrapping a curious young boy’s misplaced noggin? And why?
Then I had the pleasure of looking up at my living room ceiling to find an unnamed substance stuck therein. Sweet Boy#3 was certain that it was blood, but I took a closer look and discovered that it was…jam. How a big blob of Grape jelly came to be upon my ceiling is a tail that I am not going to investigate with my full powers and abilities. I think that there are some thing a mother does not need to know. Perhaps many things.
July 2, 2010
This week I have chosen a heartwarming moment. Yeah sure, we did have that one incident in which Sweet Boy#1 peed in a cup and proceeded to dump it upon the bed of Sweet Boy#3 who then took the remainder, dribbled it across the floor, climbed up the bunk bed ladder and poured into onto the bed of Sweet Boy#1. Or did it go onto the bunk first and then the toddler bed? It doesn’t matter, because the complete sweetness of the winning story this week makes the whole peeing event irrelevant.
The Hunky Hubby and I somehow spent a wee bit more $ than we had hoped and ran out this month. We were discussing this together and debating the removal of funds from savings. Later that evening I noticed that Sweet Boy#1 was secretly wrapping up a present. Later at dinner he hands the carefully wrapped package to The Hunky Hubby. “This is for you and Momma.” The Hunky Hubby unwraps our gift and finds a dollar bill. “I heard you say you didn’t have any money. This is from my piggy bank.” Later I asked him how we should spend this unprecedented treasure. “It’s for whatever you need.”
Amazing. This child is amazing. This is the boy who has never said the words “I love you” to anyone other than Fluffy the cat and his stuffed raccoon and yet he comes up with this. True love, and he is only 6. Sometimes the wonder of it all just snatches your breath and leaves you gaping.
June 25, 2010
We did have a couple of little incidents this week.
Sweet Boy#3 threw the new red bouncy ball of Sweet Boy#2 into the toilet.
All three boys scraped all of the frosting off of a cake I had in the kitchen while I was at the computer confirming our vacation plans for September.
Sweet Boy#3 hit Sweet Boy#1 in the head with a garden trowel.
Which leads me to the winner this week.
The Boys and I spent two days digging out the hillside in the back yard. Raking up the earth, spreading topsoil, and planting clover about. Very dirty, very difficult, but oh so nice to think that we just might enjoy a little green back there on a summer evening instead of our normal large collection of head-high, itch inducing, weeds.
