A REAL look - The boys at it again

I have had a lot on my mind lately with losing a family friend who we dearly loved, having my parents be out of town, Dale's grandma's recent hospital stay, the boys being sick, and the anniversary of my Father-in-law's passing coming up this Saturday.  However, as a busy mom life doesn't stop when you feel like you need to be all wrapped up in your own emotions and throwing confetti at your own pity parties.  The boys are fully aware of this. 

The weather has been extremely nice once it stopped raining.  That allows for more time outside, thank the good lord above.  More time outside means the house stays a tad bit cleaner.  I said a tad bit.  The boys were still boys through this week.  Let me show you a few examples:

Wyatt tried out a new profession while I was in the shower Saturday morning and his dad was gone. 

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Exhibit C:

 Exhibit D:

I think he better stick to school and find a profession that better suits him. 

In other news, Weston has been his usual destructive self. 

I'm sure this will be his motto as soon as he can say it.

He loves tea

and lets me know every.single.day.  I really wish I could lock that cabinet.

As I mentioned, we have been spending a lot of time outside in the beautiful weather.  That leads me to believe I can get great brotherly shots of them.

Like this one.

I gave up on trying to get a good loving brother shot and tried to enjoy more peaceful, calming scenery.

Awww!  So pretty.

I turned to my right to take this shot and quickly jetted my eyes back to the boys because three boys ranging in age 1 to 5, a big body of water, plenty of rocks, and just the right amount of being pissed off at each other could lead to disaster.  I'm fully aware of that.

What I didn't expect to find was that.  Full frontals of two little boys peeing in the city lake with two fishermen about 100 feet in front of them.  Thanks, boys.  Thanks for always finding a way to surprise me.

I apologize to the fishermen traumatized and pissed at the fact that the fish they caught were marinated in little boy urine.  Ok, so I'm sure there are much worse things in that city lake than little boy urine, but still.

Speaking of always surprising me....

Last night we had dinner at my mother-in-law's.  Quickly after they shoved the food down their throats they headed outside to play.  Harmless, right?!  Minutes later their older cousin came through the door announcing that Wyatt and Waylon had pooped outside. 

I didn't believe him, but went out to investigate anyway.  Sure enough, two steaming fresh piles of poop lie in the grass just at the base of a tree and spaced about three feet from each other.

They swore it was cat poop.  Believable.  Besides Waylon pooped just before we left the house.  I was about to buy their story when I decided to check their backside.  Poop, outside, no toilet paper.... you get the picture.  Well, not literally and you're welcome.

Much to my surprise the odd color of the poop in pile 2 matched the odd color of the remains on the backside of kid number 2. 

Disbelief, shock, horror, anger all of these things crossed my mind.  How many cars drove by as their white nekkid little asses were squatted obscenely unloading?

"Why did you do that?" 

"I don't like grandma's bathroom."

"Are you freakin kidding me?"

Speaking of poop....

This is not an explosive diaper.  But, we are taking an increasing number of baths these days due to all the outside grossness.

Until next week....

A REAL look into a life with 3 boys

This week in our lives with 3 boys....

If you missed the 1st edition it was pretty funny.  You can click here to read it. 

I attempted Shamrock Shakes.  Thanks to Nichole pimping hers.  Mine don't look near as pretty as hers did and probably didn't taste as good either. 

Waylon and the other boys squinted their nose and let me know that they were too "spicy". 

What other boys?  Oh, our house had 5 boys over the weekend instead of 3. 

Aren't they cute?!  It was fun and everyone, for the most part, got along swimmingly. 

Like this.

Guess who grew up?

Yeah, the baller there with his wrist band that he LOVED.  He wore it all day.

This is deceiving.  He actually wasn't the guilty one here.  He's just checking out to see how much more damage he could do.  When I came back in to pick it up there was significantly more bending. 

That one had Waylon's name all over it.

Speaking of...

I had to beg him to put his underwear back on. 

I finally kept up the laundry this week. That's a lie.

We are NEVER 'caught up' with laundry.  You probably already knew that.  This basket of clean, folded clothes is still sitting in the living room and a new layer becomes unfolded each day because they can't keep away from it.  Why don't I just put it all away?  Because, I DON'T WANT TO.

We got new furniture, which I would like to keep nice and constantly yell at them to, "Stay off of the top of the pillows, please." but they don't.  Then they do this...

So much for keeping this crap nice.  Yes, that's a empty bottle of grape juice laying on the floor.  Anyone want to take a guess as to who keeps getting it out of the trash?

What's that?

A "wepon" also known as a butter knife.  They steal these things from me all the time and I find them in various places.

And that?

Someone left the doors unlocked to the DVD's.  And that is the Wii remote thing that Weston can not stand to have on the shelf.  Any chance he gets to pull it off he takes it. 

Oh, yeah, that looks like a lot of freakin fun.

"YOU'RE GOING TO HIT YOUR HEAD ON THE TABLE.  KNOCK IT OFF!!!"  times 2,134,684,616,445

"I want to eat big boy food, by myself.  Don't try to feed me or I will knock the spoon from your hand."

"Not that big boy food"

I really need to take a picture when he is completely finished.  This doesn't do it justice.  What kid doesn't like Lasagna?

Don't we look happy?

 Dang it, they are still cute!

This week they took it easy on the home destruction and just worked on my nerves instead.  There was a lot of whining and crying and not listening.  I'm exhausted and frankly trying to check my mood before we head into this gorgeous weekend.

I'm ready for next week to be here because I'm really counting on it being better all around.  We did take time for a field trip though.  It was nice to get that time with them.

Thanks, mom for going and dad for meeting up with us for lunch.  That was a special treat.

A REAL look into a life with 3 boys

"I don't know how you do it with 3 boys in the house.  I wouldn't have the energy."

This is a comment I hear ALL.OF.THE.TIME!  I would have said it too before I had my crew.  Can you imagine 3 boys?  Triple the testosterone.  The running, jumping, fighting, climbing?  No pink, no dresses, no pretty hair, or painted nails.  No calm, quiet cups of tea, or barbies playing mommy in the doll houses. 

I thought I'd start giving you all a more realistic peek into what makes up my week nights. 

What's that?  Sugar.

Where was I?  Standing 6 inches from him cooking dinner.  He's fast and quiet AND DESTRUCTIVE!

But look at that face.

What's this?  Dry.Crusty.Pee.

When's the last time I cleaned that area?  Last week.  I now applaud Dale's decision to put cheaper linoleum tile squares in the boy's bathroom.  We WILL be  remodeling this room once they get that it is unacceptable to miss the target.  Make sure you see the little bit on the right on the floor there.

And what's this?  A booger on MY bathroom door handle.

How'd I happen to find it?  Guess!

What are they doing?  Holding puke buckets as we prepare to make a quick run to town because THIS mom didn't have any sick day supplies like chicken noodle soup or Sprite.

Anyone want to guess the ounces of puke and diarrhea I cleaned up yesterday and the night before?  No?!  How bout the amount of lethal gas emitted from the backside of these two that I was forced to breathe?  Come on????

Oh, and there that one is again.  What's he doing?  VIOLENTLY throwing trash out of the trash can.  Just look at him.

What does he do when you get on to him and remove him from the scene?  Laughs and sprints right back to the area then VIOLENTLY throws the trash out of the trash can and turns and looks at you with an evil grin.

And then my sister texts me this...



But then they do this.  And it makes all of THAT worth it.

That's a hug not a choke hold.

Note:  Everything but the sugar incident happened this week.  That was last week.  When they also did this on the same exact day around the same exact time as their brother was trying to sweeten the place up.

Waylon's most memorable quote from the week, "Mom I know what to do when you get mad at me.  Smile and say I love you.  Then you're not mad at me anymore."  Manipulative little sh....!

Grabbing my camera really helps with the urge to immediately react in a negative way.  I just hope this doesn't motivate them to outdo themselves the next time.