Kids say the darn'dest things

We've been having a problem lately with our oldest hurting the baby. It doesn't seem to matter what we say or do to discipline him. He just doesn't seem to get it! I really don't think he's trying to deliberately hurt him. I just think he wants so bad to wrestle and play rough. So on one of these recent occasions, my husband took him to his room and sat him down. He said, "this has been happening too much and has to stop. What do you think a good consequence for hurting your brother would be?" My son says, "I get chocwit(chocolate)". Heck, I like that! Maybe I should get chocolate every time I yell at him.

Jinxed!

So, just a few weeks ago I was telling my friend Ally the my oldest had never been one to make big messes or get into stuff. So I was explaining that I've never had to be overly careful about leaving stuff out. I think I forgot to knock on wood because those days are officially over! I'm redoing my dining room table set and was painting one of the chairs with black paint. I got distracted from what I was doing and had to deal with my baby for a few moments, so forgot to put the paint away. Stupid! I was gone for maybe 10 minutes. I came downstairs to see my son's lovely "artwork" that was plastered all over my dining room and kitchen. Black paint EVERYWHERE! The pictures tell it all. I was very proud of myself because I didn't yell (because, afterall, I DID leave the paint out). I think I almost cried though. As I asked in total breathless disbelief why he did such a thing. He replied with "Sorry...I'm sorry mommy". "But mommy, I was painting wis you yesterday!" I made him help me clean up a little and as he went around with the rag wiping he was fake sniffing and saying, "Mom, I sad about the paint...(sniff,sniff)...Mom, I sad...(sniff, sniff)". As I was expressing my disappointment to my husband when he got home shortly after the incident, I made sure to talk so Adam could hear me. I said, "I feel sad because I think Adam forgot that I was the Queen of the house and didn't listen and obey when I said not to touch the paint" Rob then said to Adam, "Did you forget that mom is the Queen of the house?" Adam, "Yeah, Mom's the queen!" Rob, "If mom's the queen why didn't you listen and obey?" Adam, (very matter-of-factly)"Because I'm the prince!" Well, there you have it!

The fruits of my labors

So I decided to plant a garden this year. I was so excited to bring back a part of my life that were fond memories of my childhood. I think I've only retained the memories of playing outside and having an endless smorgesbord of food at my fingertips to munch on at whim. So I decided to "play house" and introduce a new skill to my homemaking repertoire. However, as romantic as it seemed, I think I'd forgotten all that I learned about the hard work that goes into it. Now that my lettuce has completely gone to seed, my carrots completely suffocating my peas, and the birds and field mice eating big holes in my cabbage, I am pleased to announced that I am reaping the fruits of my labors. In other words, the plants that have received the most attention are actually bearing fruit! And, the plants that have received little to no attention are dying and going to waste. But, my tomatoes have survived! I was so proud of them I had my husband take a picture of my first tomatoes in my very first garden as a housewife! I know, it's pretty silly actually. But, nevertheless, still very proud!

Blink and you'll miss it!

I don't know why, but it seems that time is going sooooo much faster with my second child.My almost 7 month old, just started cruising furniture yesterday! He started crawling a few days after he turned six months, which is two months earlier than my first. A couple days after he started crawling, he pulled himself up in his crib! I just can't believe where the time goes. I'm so grateful that I have the opportunity to be home with my kids so that I won't miss any of these precious moments. I have to remind myself of these moments because there are many days when I really struggle being home all the time. I get pretty cooped up at times. But, all it takes is a sweet comment like, as said in my oldest's prayer "And thank you for Mom, cuz she's so cute!" Or, a smile and a coo from my baby to make things all better.