A scene from my life

First things first.  I am trying not to get anxious, but I am getting anxious!  I have had contractions since Friday 15 to 20 minutes apart pretty consistently.  Only thing is I have no pain and they keep fading or I stop paying attention because I get annoyed.  So, I'm just waiting on the pain to start.  I do go to the doc today.  I don't know what she will say since labor with Wyatt was so quick and I have had contractions for awhile now.  Anyway, I'm hoping that I am a 4 or better and that time is dwindling down.  My bag is in the car, but that was probably my curse! 

Onto business...

Last night the boys weren't tired.  I can't stand when they aren't tired at bedtime.  That means they stay up probably past midnight screwing around and are angry, whiny, little crabs in the morning.  It was 10:30 and I was ready for bed and even though they were in their beds, they weren't sleeping.  More like screaming and stealing things from each other.  Wyatt came in the living room to let me know something that happened on a show and while he was repeating the whole highly interesting story to his dad I went back and made sure Waylon didn't get out of bed.

Wyatt came back into the room...
climbed up to the top bunk with his bro...
as he was still standing he stuck his cupped hand down his jammie pants...
let a couple of juicy farts fly...
took his cupped hand out of his jammie pants...
and held it over his brother's nose demanding that Waylon smell it. 

Needless to say I have seen a bigger more manly person in our house do this before to a poor unsuspecting, yet giggling little boy and now he has passed the reigns! 

Oh, the pride I feel...
Oh, the hilarity...

(sarcasm!) but they do put a ridiculous type smile on my face as I shake my head in ironic disbelief, yet joyful thought at the reality of this being my life.

Hours before this scene Wyatt came walking through the living room with his pants down just under his butt.  Excuse me for asking what the heck he was up to and why his butt was hanging out.  He was going to take a shower.  I totally should have known this by the tone my answer was delivered in!  But, he had to throw away a dryer sheet first like there aren't a million trash cans in the house, one being in the room he just came from.  Guess who followed suit?  Poor thing couldn't get his diaper undone though so he came waddling in with his pants around his ankles asking if I could take his diaper off so he could run around like Wyatt. 

You poor nameless child, you.  You don't have a chance and I have a feeling you might be a hundred times worse!