Recently I got a little insight into the wonderful world of boys. There are three of them living in my house, making Sophia and I completely outnumbered. Good thing those boys rely on me for things like food and clothing otherwise they may stage a mutiny.
My boys are sweet. All three of them. The other day Ethan and Sam and I went to Wal-mart. I haven't been there since we discovered Sam's allergies, but as soon as we walked in Ethan remembered they have toys. Oh, joy. We started out in the produce section (which I bypassed. I still want my organics and they didn't have them!) and as we rounded the very first aisle (coffee, which smells heavenly)... I had a little conversation with my oldest son:
Ethan: Mom, if I'm good in this store, can we get Sam a toy?
Me: Huh? (I think I stopped pushing the cart at this point and just stared at him. My expression, I'm sure, surprised him. I think he thought he was in trouble.)
Ethan: If I'm good, can we go back to the toys and pick out a car for Sam?
Me: You want to earn Sam a toy?
Ethan: Yeah. I think he'd like a car.
Sam is really into Cars, the movie. Ethan is a really good big brother. You better believe I got them both a new car.
Yes, Sam is almost two and still has the occasional bottle. Don't judge me. I know my many weaknesses.
Anyway, my boys are fun. Last Saturday was our first Saturday home together since before the show started. That's since August 29th! We are a homey family. We like to be in our house and we find ways to invent our own fun. At least that's the excuse I give for never leaving. The truth is, I just like to wear pajamas and going out and about in them might warrant me a nomination on "What Not to Wear." Come to think of it, maybe that's a good plan... hmmm...
So, Saturday rolls around and we have no plans. It's Halloween so we figure we'll go down to my parents and hang out there mostly because SOMEone never got around to buying costumes. We're saying it's because we don't celebrate Halloween. I suppose there is truth in that...I don't like where it originated, but I do like letting the kids dress up. It's a tough call, and I think the jury of my mind is still out on that one. But I admit I didn't take them trick or treating because it was so incredibly freezing here and I didn't have time to get them costumes.
Sigh. Now I feel guilty.
Anyway, the day was filled with a lot of hanging around the house, and that means making our own fun. Living with a children's pastor, this is rarely hard to come by. Adam is like a big kid. I am not. I have a hard time finding the humor in bodily functions, but I let them be boys.
And I even let them throw the ball in the house.
And jump on the furniture.
Or should I say...jump OFF the furniture?
I wish I could tell you my six year old started this, but the real culprit:
That's when you lose all power to tell the kids to stop...so why fight it?
The fun never ends...
He did get some serious air, I gotta say.
Every time Adam moved he had to run back because Sam was up on the chair, and for some reason Sam has no fear. So, instead of jumping, he would just fall face first (like a trust fall, only forward) into the pillows.
Eventually Sam found his own way. Starting back at the fridge and running as fast as he could straight into the pile of pillows...
I should note that while this was going on, Sophia was happily playing on the computer (Webkinz). Such a girl. ha.
Eventually, my crazy monkeys did settle down.
...and they remind me once again how lucky I am to live in a house full of boys.


