Just Roll with It

Blake and I were on a date the other night, which included shopping for a birthday present for his "brodder", and ice cream. So thrilled to find out the Coldstone carries Raspberry Sorbet. Mix that in with a little bit of your 4 year old's white ice cream (cheesecake), watch out for the rock hard gummy bears, and you have a life changing combo. Blake was asked by a woman how old he was.

"I am four and my wittle brodder is 2. When he has his birthday, my daddy is going to put Parker's bed on top of my bed, and we are going to have Bunko Beds."

Me and My Mourning

So yesterday Dave decided that we should take down Parker's crib. I have been very, apprehensive about this. Parker is a little bit of a wild guy at times, but Dave assured me that it would be no problem. Right.

Down went the crib, while I sulked in the corner. Trust me, I am so done having children. Like, so so so so so done having children. We started off with the crib mattress on the floor. I have obviously been proven wrong, because one nap and one nighttime later, the kid is flawless.

This afternoon, I have retucked Parker three times. I have cleaned up books, blocks, stuffed guys, baskets and blankets once. I have walked him back to his bed after he kept trying to open the door and escape. I have pulled my child twice out from underneath his nightstand.

My mom offered to take Parker for the next two nights while we paint his room.

Sold.

Peeky Turns 2

It's official. I am now the proud owner of two toddlers.

Mr. Rude

Any random day, you could see an entirely different side of my oldest child. I won't deny that he may be one of the most polite, well mannered, sweetest little boys you have ever met, with a fantastic sense of humor.

Other days, I would be willing to give him to the gypsies, and have been tempted to tell him that.

On our way home from Pump It Up last week, we all get in the car, buckle up, and he says, "Gimmie some crackers."

I stopped, waited, and then turned to him and said, "Where are your manners?"

He looks me straight in the eye, leans in and says, "Where are YOUR manners?"

If Blake wants to go to Pump It Up again, he might have to ask you.

He knows what my answer will be.

Bumble Blake

So we finally got to celebrate Blake's birthday at preschool this week. I asked him if he would like me to put B's on the top of each cupcake. He said yes, he wanted Bees.

Things that make Mommy cry

And not with joy.

With clenched teeth, squinty eyes and arms outstretched, fingers wiggling, Blake comes running at me.
"Mommy, I just love you soooo much! You are squishy, just like jello!"

This morning while I snuggled up next to him to watch cartoons, he says,
"Wow, Mommy you are big. Are you having another baby?"

It's not funny.

I can barely walk this week, let alone get off the toilet due to boot camp.

Roller Derby Kids

For $3, you too can take your kids photos in a pair of skates.

The skating part? Just pass.

From Who's Mouth?

So lately I have been hearing the different things that Blake is saying to people when I am not around. I don't really know what to make of it, but I do know that Dave would not be thrilled. Here goes:

At preschool, "Oooh, Jake. That's a great shirt, where did you get that?"

From a friend when asked how Christmas was, "Oh, it was lovely. Just lovely."

From Kiesha, "Oh Keeks, great shoes."

Witnessing Dave trying on his new shirt, "Ooooh, Daddy daddy. You are fancy fancy!"

When Nana asked how preschool was, "Oh wow. It is just really great to be back on schedule."

I am thinking that I might just start keeping my mouth shut.

So...Maybe I'll Update My Blog

Or maybe not.