Friday 22 February 2013

Bathtime Blues

I follow lots of other blogs, one of them is Parenting: Illustrated With Crappy Pictures This is quite possibly one of the most hilarious blogs out there!! Seriously! Read it! It makes me chuckle just thinking about it!! 

I also read a few others, but this is the one that never fails to crack me up. Anyways, one theme I've noticed in most other mom-blogs is the lack of bathtime blues related posts... They post about stuff like


Nothing wrong with that.. cuz ya know.. posting stuff about kids in a bath on the internet is something to be debated about for sure. However, I have a question to ask so I'm gonna post about MY ordeal with bathtime just cuz I can. So, my little DS2 and his brothers will play hard, all day, and all evening right up until its time to go to bed. Last I heard, its completely normal.. right? Right? They'll run, jump, do somersaults, tumble about, play with the dog, roll around in the dirt (one of them will eat it too.. ugh!) and they'll build forts, drag their little bodies around on the ground like baby seals.. ya know.. boy stuff.


Anyways, back during my 1st post, I mentioned that DS2 hated baths. I highly doubt that anyone ever thought that his hatred of bathtime was nearly as bad as it really is tho. I can tell him that its time for a bath.. and this is the reaction that I will ALWAYS get:


Which means that I almost always have to make him take a bath by chasing him around, trying to undress him while he wiggles and runs away, physically carrying him into the bathroom while he kicks and screams and carries on..


Getting soap in MY eyes and in MY hair, holding him down while dumping water on his head to wash his hair, getting soaked in the process and having my eardrums ruptured while he screams and carries on during this entire process.. All while saying out loud "Calm down, its ok, just breathe."..... I still am not sure if I'm saying it to him or to myself to keep myself from joining him in his screaming and flailing about.


The entire ordeal usually ends in one or both of us crying and running away.. him to his room to hug his "Big Fat Luigi" and me to my candy stash to keep my nerves calm...


It never fails.. Thankfully, I've learned that he's okay with me sponge-bathing him.. however his beautiful long hair is an issue, and sometimes, sponge-baths just dont cut it.. so we start this horrible ordeal all over again. So my question is... do you readers have issues with bath time? Or is it just my nutbar? Its frustrating, and loud, and wet and I'm getting tired of the whole process so I'd like a better way if possible.



Wednesday 13 February 2013

Selective Hearing/Love Day/Candy

I figure I'd start today's post off by talking about boys and their lack of ears. Well, that's hardly fair. They physically HAVE ears, but for some reason, USING them is very hit or miss. For example, if I were to try to QUIETLY open a Snickers Bar and eat it in another room of the house with the TV blaring away at me in BOTH the livingroom and the bedroom, while the boys (and that means the kids and DH) were engrossed in whatever program is on the television (or in DS3's case, napping)... BAM!! They hear it and immediately want some of MY candy. That's right, I said MY candy. As in, not YOURS.


Lets get one thing straight. Everyone has their vices... some people have smoking, some people have that daily beer, some people gamble, and some people clean too much... I do none of those things I chew my fingernails, and I like candy. I like only certain KINDS of candy, and I don't like to share it. With anyone. Ever.

The point is, that anyone who knows me personally, knows that its a bit of a privilege if I share MY candy with them. More of an honor really.. because I buy myself "the good stuff" (Chews, Nerds, Laffy-Taffy, War Heads, BLUE Sour Keys, Sour Patch Kids, Cherry Blasters, Fuzzy Peaches, Swedish Berries, and those weird banana and strawberry flavored marshmallow-y things that have a variety of names.. just to name a few) and then I buy the "sacrificial" candy which includes small, easily found quantities of the above-named candy, plus a bit of whatever else is on sale that I don't particularly like... you have been warned.

I'm totally getting off topic here. My kids have serious selective hearing! I can whisper that I want DH to buy more Chews to re-stock my cache (don't judge me!!) and all of a sudden DS1 and DS2 come FLYING out of nowhere "Can I have some too?!" Ohhhh but how things change when I ask them to clean anything up!!

Which usually prompts me to ask a few more times, and suddenly, there is the dreaded silence, and I start to wonder...

After what feels like forever, and STILL no response, I get mad....

However, out of no where (and always mid-rant) my hero comes and diffuses the situation...

 
God I love him...

Tuesday 12 February 2013

Snow Days

So this is more of a flashback from last Friday than a "new" entry, but ya know. We live in the part of Ontario that the weather takes random, unpredictable turns. One day, it can be hot, windy, raining and snowing.. before noon. One such day happened last Friday... which meant that we had the dreaded Canadian Snow Day. Which in turn meant....



I am not a morning person. I have never been a morning person. As a matter of fact, I strongly believe that whoever invented "mornings" before 10am should in fact be shot. I am not someone who can spring out of bed bright and early and hit the gym.. oh god no.. I'm more like... one of the people you have to PRY from their beds with a crowbar and then watch out so that your head doesn't get bitten off.

My kids on the other hand....


On such days, my mornings are pretty much shot right from the start. The good news is that it gives me a head start on my chores. I could get the laundry started and folded, cook a nice hot breakfast, run some errands, wash the floors and be done before 10am!! Well.. at least that's what normal people would say because this is the expectation:

 
Oh come on, I'm a realist.. anyone with more than one kid (especially boys) knows that its completely preposterous to think that they'd be "quietly" playing by themselves... Anyways... I hard to pry myself out of bed in the mornings. I try hard I do! But the bed just calls my name, it loves me, its true!!! There's nothing more rewarding than a job well done.. Honest!! Even this bed-lover thinks so!! However, this is more along the lines of what actually happens:
 

Yeeeaahh... I think that I'll try this "stepford mom" thing in some other lifetime.

Monday 11 February 2013

Its A Living


Hello, my name is Amanda and I'd like to introduce to you my life... which is overrun by boys. Even our dog is a boy! Don't get me wrong though, I am absolutely not complaining about it. Quite frankly, I've tried to live with other girls before and it ended in disaster!!


Actually, its pretty nice living with boys. The household members are as follows:

Daddy.. he's a 30 year old Virgo, a self-proclaimed genius/ know-it-all and the love of my life. He will never admit to it, but he's afraid of the doctor's and is a great father to my children and a great partner to have around.. especially when I cant reach stuff on the top shelf of the cupboard.

 
Then there is Darling Son #1 (aka DS1)...  He is 7 years old, he's a bit of an excitable spaz and he loves Minecraft and hates math. His favorite color is blue. He aspires to be a policeman because he wants to be able to drive a car with lights on it.


Darling Son #2 (DS2) comes next. He is 3 years old and is a kid who has a chronic case of the giggles. He finds humor in just about everything, even when its inappropriate. He hates bath time with a passion but likes get dirty. He's got long hair and a goofy grin. He wants to go to school so badly that its all he talks about.


Darling Son #3 (DS3). This guy is my baby. He's 1, but will be 2 in a couple of weeks. He's stubborn, he's smart and he's sooooooooooooooooooooooo cute... and he knows it. He hates being told what to do, but loves to sing and dance and make a mess lol.


Life couldn't get any crazier, but ya know. Its what I signed up for isn't it?

As for me... Well.. My hair's a mess, I haven't showered in peace since I was 19, and I fell asleep in my cereal this morning because we ran out of coffee. 

But I wouldn't trade places with anyone for the world...