Sharpie Meets Hardwood

For months now, there has always been a daily "mess," major misbehavior, some sort of absolute naughtiness, that usually brings a laugh or good jawdrop from people hearing of my stories. Today, I take full blame......sort of.

This is what happens when two little guys wake up way TOO early, crawl in bed with Mama to watch cartoons, Mama accidentally crashes for no more than 20 minutes and finds that her little sweeties have escaped the bedroom. Jumbo Sharpie marker meets hardwood floor. I don't care about the pictures they drew on themselves......would you LOOK at that FLOOR! I thought I was going to die. Thank you, Thank you Magic Eraser.

In addition to the Sharpie mess, they were in the fridge/freezer getting out drinks and frozen shrimp. They had also visited the basement and poured cups and cups of birdfood all over the place. Busy little boys....and like I said, I take MOST of the blame today :) Little boogers should have still been asleep!

On a positive note, both boys have gone pee pee on the toilet! They have been showing some interest for the last month, so we started encouraging them to sit on the toilet before bathtime and before bedtime. We have celebrated with the pee pee on the potty dance, but are certainly not pressing the issue. We have enough change to get ready for....their big boy bed comes this weekend!

*note to self: Move Sharpie Marker to a higher shelf

Double, Double, Toil and

TROUBLE? Here? Never! Yeah right, that's my explanation for my four month blog absence! The little guys are a fine blend of absolute sweetness and a good dose of P & V! They have been keeping me on my toes (to say the least), but more so on my knees (cleaning up their horrible messes and PRAYING to make it through the day)!

Today, I leave you with an example of two, terribly terrific, two year olds, who together have their mama tearing her hair out!

A full bottle of soap pumped onto the toilet and floor = lots of giggles, slips, bubbles, and another MESS to clean!

Please Return Things Where You Find Them!

Could someone please remind my husband to return things where they belong? I sound like a broken record. There is a reason for having a spot for everything - multiple reasons actually. For one, you always know where to find the items. For another, with twin two year olds everything can become a weapon, and accident waiting to happen, or something in the wrong hands!

Scissors, for example. Easily becomes a weapon? Yep. An accident waiting to happen? Uh huh. Something in the wrong hands? Absolutely.....I turned my head just in time to save my own hair from a missing chunk. I suppose Angus thought he should cut my hair, since I had just given them both a haircut. What he doesn't know is that Mommy just paid my stylist to do that job!

Again, an act that happened in a flash....all while I was sitting right there interacting with the three of them. Do you suppose Auggie was his aid? Maybe he was distracting me so I wouldn't notice. Thankfully, I did!

One of Those Days

I don't get the chance to post much anymore. A glimpse at my "today" might give you an understanding of why....

The twins:

• dumped a tub of crayons all over the floor (100s of them)
• threw the crayons all over the family room
• I picked the crayons up with a tiny bit of help from them
• Repeat above scene twice
• I "hid" the crayons
• Twin A sneaks a crayon and tried to color the banister
• I take the crayon away, he laughs, finds it again and runs off laughing
• Twin B has now colored on V's new art easel she received for her birthday
• Pushing, fights, screaming, everyone wants to be held
• Twin A poured his cup of milk onto his plate and tried to drink like a dog.....more screams when mean Mama took it away
• Twin B thought maybe pouring his milk onto his chair tray would be acceptable. If not, maybe the floor was a better idea.
• NAPTIME....Ahhhh.....I thought maybe I could sit for maybe five minutes to flip through the new US Weekly that just arrived. NOPE. Twin A and B decide that today is the day to first climb out of the cribs and come downstairs......laughing all the way.
• Twin A and B think that the toilet would make a great place to have some water play....since it's been too cool for swimming. Up to their shoulders in the toilet....wet hair....drenched floor....walls wet too.
• Straight to the bathtub for more splashing. I gave them each a haircut after only to find a tick in Twin B's head......HELP...called a neighbor since Daddy was not home at the time.
• Twin A threw a paintbrush in the toilet while I was cutting hair.
• I took the kids on a wagon ride around the neighborhood....more screams when it was time to come in for bed.
• Repeat Naptime scene three times.

All of this happened right in front of me - while I was there doing dishes, laundry, answering the phone that rang a jillion times - you know, being a mom. Thankfully, darling daughter V was a near angel today. So I wonder.....how do all of the other moms out there do it all? Because I just can't seem to. I have a project list a mile long of things I'd like to make or do around the house, yet can't get past a load of laundry or spills all over the floor. Oh, that reminds me. I have a load to fold and one to put in the dryer....both of which I started at 7:30 this morning.

Two year olds. Times Two = love, joy, many hugs and kisses....and terrible tantrums that are challenging every bit of me. V and I needed to bring some of nature's beauty indoors yesterday, while the boys were napping. It was calming, peaceful, and such fun for V to snip the flowers and help arrange. Now, when we take a deep breath during a temper tantrum outbreak, at least we smell these beauties.

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Fresh Eggs

While making breakfast yesterday morning, V informed me that I didn't need to make any eggs for her. She said she didn't think she really liked scrambled eggs anymore....only soft ones. I of course questioned her, because a few weeks ago she loved scrambled eggs! Her response to me was, "Well, I only like farm fresh eggs now." Really? Do you think an upcoming trip to the farm where we will have farm fresh eggs prompted this response? I do.

The talk of eggs didn't stop at breakfast. Yesterday evening we learned the sex of one of the parrots when Rich found these in the cage.

There you have it, she's a girl! We spent most of this time explaining to V that there were not babies inside the eggs. She so wanted to open the eggs and have baby birds!

And in case you ever wondered what a Quaker Parrot's eggs looked like.....here you have it! Who needs farm fresh eggs when we have a parrot now laying them!!! I do have two questions. How often will she lay eggs? And, will the African Grey start laying too? (We don't know the sex of that bird....we shall see!)Omelet anyone?

This Smile

I LOVE this smile....it melts me.

And the way her eyes light up...so full of love, warmth, and excitement. I'm crazy about this little girl, and I think she's too cute for words ;) which is why I'm always trying to capture her on film.....

Apparently, she thinks I've taken enough.....and she's had enough! Or, she's just being her clowny self trying to make me laugh! Probably a bit of both!

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