For the sake of Sadie...

I use my blogs to tell funny stories about my kids, not about me. However, I think that the way that I relive all of our moments, in the end tells so much about me. My girlfriend Sadie, "tagged" me to write 7 random facts about myself. Because I really really like Sadie, and I want her to really really really like me, I will go forth.

1. When I was in college, and nannying, I was driving my boss's 1985 4 door truck, and I hit a parked car heading up Dravus in Seattle. I kept driving and told the little girl in the backseat that the wind blew the side mirror into the passenger window.

2. My husband does all of the laundry in our house. I think that this embarrasses my mom.

3. I allow my children to eat crackers and cheerios that they find in their carseat or stroller. Please, it saves money.

4. I am obsessed with clear containers and feel that everything for the most part has it's very own home. Batteries, puzzle pieces, light bulbs, tea lights, little people, and tampons, to name just a few.

5. The first time Dave kissed me, I burst into tears.

6. I gave birth to both of my 9+ lbs boys naturally. I won't be having anymore children.

7. I don't take my contacts out at night, and I don't wash off my eye makeup. More than likely, I will be blind by next summer.

Soap Talk

So it's official. The inside of Blake's mouth became intimate with Johnson and Johnson's baby soap this evening. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to deal with this until we were at least 8 or 9, and some kid in 2nd grade taught my sweet Blakey bear the f-word. Not so. Not that he repeated the big F bomb this evening...we are just taking preventative measures here on the home front.

I hate potty talk. I think that it makes for gross little boys and girls, and is only appropriate when we are in discussions about whether or not we need to sit or stand. Tonight it came in the form of just silly boy talk. But the thing is, that I have threatened Blake countless times, that I would in fact put soap in his mouth, and tonight I was fed up.

It actually worked out quite nicely, since we were already in the tub. He said the word, I grabbed the soap, opened his mouth, sloshed it around on his teeth, scrubbed his tongue and he just sat there. Eyes wide open, not saying a word, and much to my disappointment, he didn't cry.

Toddler or Teenager?

So I guess that I would assume that I am quite the expert on teenagers. After spending almost ten years, loving the daylights out of high schoolers, you would think that I would know a thing or two. But since I have never raised a 3 year old, going on 13, I am a bit ill prepared. Hormones seem to be kicking into overdrive lately in our house, and I promise, they are not mine. Blake is so sensitive. He bursts into tears if Parker gets anything red, and he ends up with blue. "Mommy, red is my favorite color you know..." The water works go on if he thinks that Daddy forgot to hug or kiss Mommy goodbye in the morning. Sit in "his" chair for a morning cartoon, you will pay. Pull him out of the tub before the last water drop has made it's way down the drain, tears. This is what happened two nights ago, when he was STILL screaming, five minutes after he had been out of the bath. I told him, "Blake, you have to stop screaming. You are hurting mommy's ears". He stopped for a moment, placed his hands on my ears, and started up again.

Lastly, our most proud moment as parents came on Wednesday, when Blake got into a fight at preschool.