As someone who grew up in a family of all girls, 4 to be exact, I am realizing that the entire makeup of little boys is completely foreign to me. It's like the Y chromosome carries the rough, rambunctious, selective hearing, jumping, destructive, climbing characteristics. They literally cannot keep their hands off each other, or sit on the couch, or just SIT anywhere at all. It is constant energy and movement. The new nightly game is "pull my penis." Every night at bath time, I actually have to say the phrase, "no boys, it is not okay to pull each other's penises." Seriously? I guess a man's obsession with their penis starts early....very early.
Speaking of penises, potty training has gone very well. I guess I am going to have to get used to the idea of my bathroom smelling like urine. They still sit on the potty for the time being, but sometimes forget to point their penis down, which in turn, ends up spraying straight ahead.....on me. The other day I tried to help Aidan and he looked at me and said "no mommy, don't touch my penis while I'm trying to pee." My response? "Oh I'm sorry Aidan, my bad, please forgive me and just go ahead and pee all over me." He wasn't amused. :)
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012
"I not sure Mom"
Let's chat about my sweet Aidan. I'm not sure where he is lately, but a new Aidan has entered the picture. This Aidan's new favorite phrase is "I not sure Mom." For example, "Aidan, did you just push Brody?" "I not sure Mom." "Aidan, do you have a poopy diaper?" "I not sure Mom." Well based on the strained look on your face and the smell in the room.....I am. I am sure. "Aidan, did you hear me ask you to bring me your shoes 5 times?" "I not sure Mom." He knows what he's doing........
Another new one, is "don't push me." If I gently put my hand on his back to move him along, he will reply with a strong "how dare you" tone.... "don't push me Mom." Oh Aidan, my sweet sweet boy, you will know if I push you.....trust me. At the playground, everyone is "kid." It doesn't matter if I tell him a child's name 800 times....it is still "kid." "Don't do that kid." "No, kid, it's my turn." "No kid, don't talk to me like that." He told Max he had had it with him the other day......if anyone finds my original sweet other Aidan, please send him home.....I miss him, although, I would never let him know this, but this new guy is pretty funny.
Okay, then there's Max. Max is in a "mood" just about every day. His new favorite thing is to disagree with every single thing I say. If I ask him if he wants chicken for dinner, he suddenly doesn't like chicken....but if I give him something else, he has a fit because it's not chicken. I don't even know why I try to make dinner anymore. I made chicken and dumplings the other day for dinner. Aidan and Brody ate it up so they got to have a popsicle for dessert. Popsicles are Max's favorite and I was hoping it was enough of an incentive to get him to eat the chicken. So as he's watching his brothers enjoy their popsicle, you can tell he is trying to think of a masterful plan to get his conniving little hands on a popsicle too. He picks up a shred....SHRED of chicken on his fork, puts it in his mouth and with a look on his face of complete disgust, manages to gag out a few words...."mmmmm, gag, it's reaaaallllyyy good Mom.....mmm, gag again....soooo good." After he chokes it down.... while still gagging, he says "Whoa, that was a really big bite Mom, ok time for a popsicle now!" Nice try buddy. When I told him he needed to eat a few more bites of chicken, he waved the white flag and asked to get down.
Brody is 16 months going on 5 years. He literally thinks he is entitled to everything the boys get and can do everything the boys do. He is going to give me gray hair. He is learning words like crazy.....like "sit down," "no no," "uh uh," (while shaking his head no)....basically all the things he hears me say all day long. He is starting to stick up for himself with Max and Aidan...which they hate. If Max hits him...and ends up in timeout.....Brody will go over to him, swing at him, and run......and also end up getting in trouble....but he loves it and obviously thinks getting into trouble is worth swinging at Max.
On a side note, Brody and I did some fall clothes shopping for all the boys today while Max and Aidan were at "school." (Mom's Day Out) I purchased some Lightening Mcqueen underwear to get the conversation started about potty training. Stay tuned for that.......I can only imagine the stories I will have once we get that party started this winter.
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Another new one, is "don't push me." If I gently put my hand on his back to move him along, he will reply with a strong "how dare you" tone.... "don't push me Mom." Oh Aidan, my sweet sweet boy, you will know if I push you.....trust me. At the playground, everyone is "kid." It doesn't matter if I tell him a child's name 800 times....it is still "kid." "Don't do that kid." "No, kid, it's my turn." "No kid, don't talk to me like that." He told Max he had had it with him the other day......if anyone finds my original sweet other Aidan, please send him home.....I miss him, although, I would never let him know this, but this new guy is pretty funny.
Okay, then there's Max. Max is in a "mood" just about every day. His new favorite thing is to disagree with every single thing I say. If I ask him if he wants chicken for dinner, he suddenly doesn't like chicken....but if I give him something else, he has a fit because it's not chicken. I don't even know why I try to make dinner anymore. I made chicken and dumplings the other day for dinner. Aidan and Brody ate it up so they got to have a popsicle for dessert. Popsicles are Max's favorite and I was hoping it was enough of an incentive to get him to eat the chicken. So as he's watching his brothers enjoy their popsicle, you can tell he is trying to think of a masterful plan to get his conniving little hands on a popsicle too. He picks up a shred....SHRED of chicken on his fork, puts it in his mouth and with a look on his face of complete disgust, manages to gag out a few words...."mmmmm, gag, it's reaaaallllyyy good Mom.....mmm, gag again....soooo good." After he chokes it down.... while still gagging, he says "Whoa, that was a really big bite Mom, ok time for a popsicle now!" Nice try buddy. When I told him he needed to eat a few more bites of chicken, he waved the white flag and asked to get down.
Brody is 16 months going on 5 years. He literally thinks he is entitled to everything the boys get and can do everything the boys do. He is going to give me gray hair. He is learning words like crazy.....like "sit down," "no no," "uh uh," (while shaking his head no)....basically all the things he hears me say all day long. He is starting to stick up for himself with Max and Aidan...which they hate. If Max hits him...and ends up in timeout.....Brody will go over to him, swing at him, and run......and also end up getting in trouble....but he loves it and obviously thinks getting into trouble is worth swinging at Max.
On a side note, Brody and I did some fall clothes shopping for all the boys today while Max and Aidan were at "school." (Mom's Day Out) I purchased some Lightening Mcqueen underwear to get the conversation started about potty training. Stay tuned for that.......I can only imagine the stories I will have once we get that party started this winter.
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Thursday, September 20, 2012
Is it bedtime yet?
Is it bedtime yet? Seriously. Don't get me wrong, I love being a stay at home mom and feel very blessed to be able to do so, but it is not easy. Rewarding yes, but definitely not "easy." There are just so many of them. I am completely outnumbered....and they know it. A little posse of toddler boys, under the age of 3...ready to destroy any toy, piece of furniture, wall, and sometimes even an entire room that gets in their way. When the boys aren't busy trying to break or wrestle something, they are starting to have conversations with each other now. "Don't talk to me like that Max." "I don't like your tone Aidan." Hmmmmm, where have I heard those lines before? I am living with parrots. "Um, I didn't hear you say "you're welcome" Aidan." A few of my other favorite conversations between the twins, which usually occurs when they are supposed to be napping include, "Aidan, why does it smell like poopies in here?" or "Max, wake up, Max, wake up, open eyes Max, no sleepies Max!" As much as I love these little conversations, I love it more when they actually nap.
"Poptart for dinner" will be a place for me to share stories as they happen. For example, past stories would include Brody eating dog vomit as a baby, Aidan getting bitten on the ear by a rogue duck at the zoo, trips to the ER for swallowing magnetic letters etc....the ER Dr. looking at the boys and then me saying "are these all yours?" "Oh we'll be seeing you again in the future for sure." Awesome. ..........just your standard everyday stuff in the life of raising 3 toddler boys. Stay tuned! :)
"Poptart for dinner" will be a place for me to share stories as they happen. For example, past stories would include Brody eating dog vomit as a baby, Aidan getting bitten on the ear by a rogue duck at the zoo, trips to the ER for swallowing magnetic letters etc....the ER Dr. looking at the boys and then me saying "are these all yours?" "Oh we'll be seeing you again in the future for sure." Awesome. ..........just your standard everyday stuff in the life of raising 3 toddler boys. Stay tuned! :)
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