Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Luke's 3!

My baby is 3.
Seriously guys. It doesn't feel like we've had this precious little dude for three years already but then again it feels like we've always had him in our lives.
So on this day of your birth, baby boy, I dedicate this post to you (and your brother, because your lives are so intertwined)
You've started the "why?" Phase. And daddy and I are going crazy. Haha. You ask if zach's awake, then immediately ask why. You ask why I don't want you to drop your cup on the floor even though in my first request not to drop your cup I had told you that I didn't want you to drop it because it would make a mess! You ask why. All. Day. Long.
We went to the Paper Store to find Father's Day gift. You were such a good boy, you listened to me when I said not to touch anything, you were polite and kind and then we made our way to the clearance room. Where you found a super soft kitty (which happen to be your all time favorite animal right now). This is our conversation:
L: "look mom, I found a kitty. It's SO soft and SO cute. You've got to come see."
M: "that's awesome Luke, but did you find a gift for Papa or Big Papa?"
L: "no. I found a kitty."
M: "that's great honey but I don't really think you need a kitty and you don't have enough stars (on your behavior chart) to get a toy from the store."
L: "maybe I'll just borrow it."
M: "you can't borrow things from the store. You'd have to buy things from the store."
L: "okay. Let's buy it."
M: "I don't think you need a kitty."
L: "maybe I'll just carry it for a minute."
Let me interject here. Dude's got me wrapped around his finger.
M: "what if I got you the kitty for your birthday? That will be my present to you."
L: "oh!!! That's a good idea!"
And here we are, 3 days later with a kitty. And party Santa showed up during the night and brought Luke's presents!

Luke came up with the idea of party Santa. He's been saying for months that he going to ask Santa for his birthday presents. I think we were all like "okay. Sure." But he's been adamant. "I'm going to ask Santa for my presents. I'm going to write him a note and leave it on the kitchen table and leave carrots for the reindeer and leave Santa some pie and then when I get up, I get presents." How do I not comply with that request. His elaborate plan of Party Santa.
So this morning, party Santa visited and left a few presents for Luke on the kitchen table. I've never seen him more excited.

It's the small things in life, people.

So here's to you, my grown up 3 year old, who loves to play with trucks and pick on his brother. Who loves chocolate frosted donuts with gimmies and pb&j (strawberry jelly) sandwiches with pretzels and carrots. On a plate. To eat in the living room. And Rice Krispies for every other meal. Who cheers for the ice cream truck so he can get his ice cream cone. Who gave his brother the nickname of Muffin Truck. Luke is Banana Whiskers, daddy is Yogurt granola farts and I'm Snot.

Happy birthday, Buddy.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

I'm totally the worst

I'm totally the worst at this blogging thing. I feel like I always want to blog a little something about the happenings around here but I never remember.

There are a few things that need to be documented forever.

The first of which is Lucas. For months he's been anticipating his birthday. "My birthday is in June" he would tell everyone. Then he said the following: "I'm going to ask Santa for my birthday gifts." Ok, were full believers of Santa in this house. I'm totally down with the big man in red breaking into my house on December 25 each and every year to leave some of the noisiest toys for my boys (ah! Rhymes!!) but now Santa for a birthday? Ok. I'm cool with that too. So after weeks and weeks of listening to how he'll ask Santa for his birthday presents - "I'm going to ask Santa for my birthday presents and I'm going to leave him a note on the kitchen table and leave carrots for the reindeer and pie for the party Santa and then he'll leave my presents"- but now imagine this sentence being spoken as fast as his little mouth would let him in a voice that is very close to Elmo. totes adorbs.- I have now been to 3 stores today for locate the exact presents he has asked Party Santa for.

I love a good surprise and if Party Santa will bring a little bit of joy to this boy's birthday, who am I to stop it, right?

Here's to all the moms and dads who do special little things to make their humans a little happier!

Now. Onto my dear Zachy aka: zacho, zach, smooshy, Muffin Truck [thanks Luke (banana whiskers) and dad (yogurt granola farts)] * my funny name is Snot* zacho whacko, blondie. He's my little love bug. He never leaves my side, wants to eat all day and still has a binky. Don't judge me too harshly. He doesn't have it all day. It's usually when he's tired and needs to relax. He doesn't have it when we go places, generally. But this dude has a screech that basically makes my ears bleed. His cry is no better. Honestly. I kick myself all the time about it but then he screams and I have to plug the noise hole when no amount of comforting will calm him. He's been talking so much today and has been getting his own sense of humor. He loves Borgelorp on Wally Kazam and we found him just watching and laughing the other day.

These two boys are so drastically different it's amazing to me.

Just a little glimpse into our life right now! Hopefully I'll remember to blog again soon!

*no photos today because I don't have space to download the google plus app*

Monday, April 20, 2015

This is life now...

I'm thinking about starting up this blog again. If for nothing other than a place to put some thoughts, to take some time and get things out in the open. Nothing major is going on, nothing epic has happened. Well, aside from the fact that since i've last written, Zach was 5 weeks old and now he's 14 months (and Luke is almost 3). Look at those photos of them! They don't even look like the same kids that I have in my house now.

From now on, I may refer to Luke as Biggs and Zach as Little. Such clever code names we have come up for them!

I feel like I need to realize that having two boys under the age of three is obviously going to be a challange, especially when the younger one has a tonal frequency that is much like an ice pick stabbing me in the brain.

Some days I feel like a bad parent. You know those days? The days where Biggs is constantly beating up Little and no amount of speaking to/yelling at/scolding/taking toys away from will stop it. The days where Little is walking in the hallway and Biggs comes up behind him and full body checks him into a wall. Those days where Little keeps poking at Biggs just to get a reaction, but Little is the louder of the two, so you automatically ask Biggs what happened to make Little cry. It makes me sound like a bad parent. Believe me, I cannot stand when the boys are like this, when Little is just antagonizing the crap out of Biggs and then Biggs pushes Little by the face just  to get him to stop poking him. Will boys really be boys? I try to instill the "this is your brother and he's the only one you're ever going to have" and "he loves you so much, we need to teach him how to play nicely with toys" and "please don't scream at your brother, he's not even in the same room as you."

Can someone tell me this will eventually get better? I don't want my kids to grow up to be jerks. No one wants their kid to be a jerk, but right about now, that's how it feels.