Good lord

We are extremely busy getting ready to leave. Tonight we ran errands and grabbed dinner at Panera. When we were done eating Hunter said he needed to poop (of course because he always does when we are out). Brooke said she needed to pee, which was just lovely cuz she had on a dress, leotard, tights and a diaper. The panera bathroom only has 2 stalls and when we got in there I got Hunter in one and turned around to help Brooke. She had already gone in the other and locked me out saying she could do it herself. The stall door then opened and she handed me her dress (I guess I should be thankful she didn't throw it on the floor). She managed to get the rest of her clothes off and go just fine. Since Hunter was still pooping (because it is a 20min process), I took her out to Scott. Then as I was walking back in the bathroom she started saying she had to poop. Back in the bathroom we went. She did the same thing, got in the stall and locked the door before I could get there. I never put her dress back on so she was able to go w/ no problem. The kicker is.... she did all this and still was done before Hunter was finished. The whole freakin place knew what was goin on by the end cuzmy kids are never quiet about anything. It was nice.

Out doing each other

We ate lunch at Red Robin today and of course the kids got balloons. Brooke's popped during a pit stop then Hunter's flew out his open window. He, who was very tired, lost it. He wanted to go back to Red Robin and get another one. I said no and he just started crying loudly because I was ignoring him. Well Brooke, for some reason (probably because she didn't want to be out done by Hunter), started crying because Hunter was being too loud. But she wasn't just crying, she was screaming. So she was just as loud. For the 20min after that I had to listen to Hunter cry then Brooke scream. It got to be like they were taking turns. I could have yelled at them to be quiet but I couldn't stop laughing (maybe I'm delirious from coming off the least amount of sleep in a week I have ever had). Either way, as w/ everything, it became a contest. Except Hunter really was mad and Brooke was just being Brooke.

Thats my day

I'm veering from the norm and writing about my husband cuz this was quite humurous.

We are watching our friends dog right now while they are on vacation. Rosie is actually a pretty good dog except she chases my cat. Which isn't a huge deal except somehow she gets under the bed and tears up the stuff on the bottom of our mattress pad. Rosie knows shes not suppose to because she only chases the cat when we aren't home. The easiest solution is to keep the cat shut in our bedroom when we leave the house.

I was working the other day and this is the text I got from Scott-

"I forgot and left our bedroom door open and of course Rosie did her thing so I yelled at her when I got home so she peed all over the place. Thats my day."

Wasn't so funny to Scott but the text mad me laugh.

packed already

So (that one is for you joanne), when Scott and I go to Sturgis in a couple weeks Hunter is going to Texas to stay w/ my aunt, uncle and cousins. He is SO excited but figuring out how we were gonna get him down there has been an issue. About 2 weeks ago we decided we would let him fly to Oklahoma City and my aunt could get him there (no commentary please on my 6yo flying by himself). He was very excited at flying by himself. The day I got his tickets I told him, after quiet time that afternoon he brought his suitcase downstairs and I could tell it was stuffed full. I asked him about it and he said he was packed for texas. I asked him to show me what he had packed, when he opened the suitcase it was full of his stuffed animals, every possible pocket had one in it. I made him take it back upstairs but let him leave it packed.

Then a couple days ago Hunter was going to go stay w/ poppy (Rick) but Scott must have just told him to pack his suitcase and not told him where he was going. I checked his suitcase and he had about 7 outfits packed. I asked him about it and come to find out he thought he was packing for Texes. Hes just so excited.

So he came home from poppy's on weds and I told him he was going to Texes 2 weeks from today. He got excited and said "then I have to pack, I better go put 7 outfits in my suitcase". I told him he couldn't pack yet because he needed to wear some of his clothes. He told me he could wear his other clothes and I could just wash them. He's such a thinker. Sad thing is I pack early too. When we went to Disney World last summer I was packed over a week before we left.

My sensitive little guy

So Hunter is my sensitive child. He gets his feelings hurt easy and is emotional and cries easy but on the flip side, he loves to cuddle and sit on my lap. So I see it as a fair trade. (Brooke by the way, preys on emotional people, sometimes its a bad combination)

Hunter use to have one of those blankets that are small and square and have some type of animal head on it. He was pretty attached to it. This past Christmas the blanket got lost when we were in oklahoma city. I called the hotel and everything but no one claimed to have it. Hunter was upset for a bit but hasn't brought it up in months... until tonight. We were getting his blankets ready for bed and he asked about the blanket. When I reminded him that we had lost it he burst in to tears. I even teared up I felt so bad for him. Although I did remind him that he had made it the last 6 months just fine w/o it. But like any good mom, I told him that I would take him to the store and if he could find another one he could love just as much we would get it. He said he probably couldn't but he would look.

By the way, he is sleeping in the basement spare bedroom tonight. The other night he slept on the couch in the basement. What is it that fascinates kids about sleeping places other than their beds? Brooke for the last several weeks has slept on her floor. Not sure why, but everynight but 1. The one night she slept back in her bed she said something about ants. My house isn't spotless but I'm pretty sure there aren't ants in her bedroom.

"I told you to be quiet"

So today at Oceans of Fun we were walking and Brooke was chewing on the strap of her lifejacket. I told her to stop and she stopped but said something that didn't quite register w/ me. A couple minutes later she was chewing again and I told her to stop. She looked at me and said "I told you to be quiet!"

TV ads

So tonight while I was cooking dinner hunter was watching tv. An ad come on for some device you use to talk on the phone while driving. Apparantly, there is some way that it goes to your radio and you hear the person you are talking to over the car speakers. I really didn't pay that much attention but hunter got very excited. When it was over, he came running in and quoted the entire comercial to me. He said "mommy, you hear the people through your radio," "mommy, you can talk on the phone w/o using your hands," and the best was "mommy, it works w/ all kinds of phones."

This could be a gene he gets from Scott (sorry honey). Alot of people know that I always joke that if you are selling something come to my house, Scott will buy anything (again, sorry honey, but after the kirby vacuum and the cleaning stuff and several trinkets...) Well Hunter is looking like he could be an easy sell too. Great... I guess maybe its good that he actually pays attention to what they are selling, yea, actually that doesn't really make a difference. But I do know more about the device that lets you talk on your cell phone through your radio than I ever did before.

P.S. I am watching tv w/ Hunter right now. A commercial just come on for a weight loss shake. Hunter said "mommy, can I get the shake that helps you lose weight when I get big?"

Roly Poly

So a couple days ago hunter found a roly poly and decided he wanted to keep it. He came inside and got a cup and lid and had Scott put holes in the lid. He put grass inside and maybe some water and in went the roly poly. He has carried it around some and checked on it quite a bit but never took the lid off (maybe for fear it would escape).

Hunter came downstairs this morning while Scott and I were getting ready. We were pushing it on time so I came down to get him breakfast and he was coming out of the bathroom with the lid off the cup. I asked him what happened and he said he'd thrown it away cuz it smelled bad. I asked him if the roly poly had died and he nodded and burst into tears. He cried so much he could barely talk. I felt so bad for him. I think he just really wants something to take care of. He has that sweet, caring spirit. I'd get him some fish but if he was that upset over a roly poly what will he do when the fish dies. Or God forbid, what is he gonna do when Max dies.

Maybe I can get him a beta fish. Nick had one of those stupid beta fishes once. I of course was the only one who took care of it and got fed up. I tried to just let the fish die and it wouldn't. I stopped cleaning out the bowl and would feed it less and less and the dang fish wouldn't die. I of course will be the one who ends up taking care of Hunter's fish, so I have 2 options. I can get him the beta fish that i know will live through anything, that way if I neglect it, Hunter won't lose a fish. Or, I can get a goldfish, knowing that it may die and make my son sad but also knowing when I am tired of taking care of it I can kill it off. :-)

Fireworks

So tonight we did fireworks. We have always been big fireworks people and Hunter and Brooke are joining right in. We do all kinds and we make loud ones. Our favorite is something called sparkler bombs. They are loud...extremely loud. And Nick has gotten really good w/ artillary shells, the big ones that go up in the air. We even let Hunter start lighting them himself this year.

Brooke loves the light shows but is a bit skiddish of loud noises so this year we bought ear plugs for her and Hunter. Some of the stuff we do is very, very loud so I didn't want to have to be covering her ears all night. Little did I know that the kids ear plugs would be most of the evenings entertainment. It was hilarious. You could tell they could hear us but it would take a second for them to comprehend what we were saying. They'd kinda just have this strange look on their face then this look of comprehension would come across. Then, Hunter especially, talked SO loud. He was yelling everytime he talked. He'd be right in your face and yelling at you.

Of course, Scott was convinced that they (esp Brooke) had no problams hearing. He thought they were just using it as an excuse to not do what we said.

It was fun doing fireworks but it was definetly chaotic. Having to make sure Hunter wasn't lighting something at the same time as someone else and Brooke wanted to be out there so badly lighting them. And the punks. Hunter used a punk while the big people used lighters. The rule was that as soon as he lit something he had to hand the punk off because otherwise he'd burn himself from not paying attention. He would light a firework and run to hand it off to someone but the way he would do it was comical. I can't even describe it.

We did fireworks tonight cuz Nick goes home before the 4th and I am on call. What a fun night it was. Family came up, neighbors came over. I love this time of year!