What Time Does the Day Begin?

Well I can say that mine officially began at about 4:20am. And it has been drama all day long. One of the parents that I do childcare for goes in to work especially early. She texted me & requested that I call & leave her a message saying that I was sick so that she could get off from work. So I thought, well I am sick. I've been sick for 4 days now. Plus who wouldn't love a day off? Still, at 5:25am, there was a knock on the door. It was the father, dropping the baby off. Oh, okay... I'm confused. I thought I called your command so you could have the day off & spend some time with your child. Maybe not. I cuddled the baby until he fell asleep around 6:10am. Then at 6:30am, there is another knock on the door. WHAT IN THE WORLD? Yes, the mother had arrived to pick the baby up.

And the whole situation came back to bite the mother anyway because her 1st class started calling around to find her a back up provider. This is basically a tactic used by those high in the chain of command that says "don't try to miss work for no reason" and so the mother ended up calling her 1st class and telling her she'd be there in a little bit. So I have the baby anyway. My kids are napping. I wish I was.

And so, if I am snappy today, please excuse me. Each time I attempted to go back to sleep, someone interrupted the my bliss 5 minutes after I closed my eyes. Sleep has been teasing me all day long.

Indoor Jumping Jacks

Whoever heard of indoor jumping jacks? Well I'm a slave driver I suppose. It's been raining for over a week and these boys have been cooped up in the house that entire time. They were fighting, bouncing off the walls, and general being altogether too rough with one another from all the energy that needed to be expelled. So we had an indoor exercise program. I made them do all kinds of strengthening exercises. Everything from squats to jumping jacks. By the end, Kaleo was saying that he couldn't walk. GOTTA LOVE IT!!

Sharpening Fingers

It has never occurred to me that small fingers could be cut by a pencil sharpener. I mean, it's a very small hole and most children wouldn't dare put their fingers into the sharpener. However, Samson is one of those children that has no fear. He sharpened his pointer finger on Saturday. I'm sure it hurt and Kaleo screamed, "Samson, don't sharpen your finger!!" which made the incident stand out all the more. The finger has been bleeding a little bit, but mostly, he's just missing the top layer of his finger nail. Luckily, there's only a tiny bit of skin missing... enough to make a hang nail. Boys do some crazy stuff!

This weekend was a bit on the boring side. Davin is so handy so we ended up spending the day helping two of our friends with some of their to-do list. I spent the majority of the day cleaning up the house & catching up on schoolwork. Or rather, getting ahead on schoolwork. Sunday, my mom & sister came to visit and we spent the afternoon eating & walking around Target. I didn't even buy a single item. Amazing, I know. I totally forgot that Kaleo had homework this weekend, so I felt like an incredibly bad mom this morning rushing him to get ready so that he could do his two worksheets!

Which brings up the point... why don't kids have any sense of time? I mean, Kaleo is 5 and has absolutely no sense or respect for time. I tell him to get himself dressed and when I check on him 10 minutes later, he hasn't even started the process of dressing himself. If I ask him what he's been doing... he says he doesn't know. What do you mean you don't know? It's so strange.

We spent the afternoon today planting 2 dozen yellow squash plants and 3 dozen zinnea plants. Hopefully a few of those will survive. We have green squash & daisies to plant later on in the week. I absolutely love the idea of growing your own food to use. Usually I'm too overwhelmed with school work but I believe that this year, I'll be able to grow something. Or at least I'm hoping I will.

I must get to work. Premartial counseling text is calling me!

Big Poopy Mess!

It really warmed up outside today. And now that Samson is 2, he has really turned into a youngster that wants to be independent. So with 70 degree weather, comes naked babies. And he did strip himself throughout the day. I re-applied his clothing several times. The last time, which was obviously the most interesting, it was bad - to say the least.

He pooped in his diaper and then pulled his pants and diaper off. The doo doo was everywhere. His hands, butt, legs, and oh it was so yucky! So Davin told me I was supposed to take care of it. All I can remember is screaming "Don't touch me" over and over, and Samson crying. We paid it to the bathtub, where he was scrubbed down.

And then, he promptly fell asleep on the couch.

Monsters Mommy!

So here we go with another tale of the children! For the past several nights in a row, Samson has been crying before he goes to sleep. It's unusual because he's used to his "big boy" bed now, so I haven't been able to figure out what the problem is. I check on him and ask him why he's crying and he says "scared, Mommy" but when I asked him what he's scared of, he just points to the toybox. I have resorted to leaving the hallway light on and leaving the bedroom door open. That seems to satisfy him.

At naptime, however, we had the same struggle. It was pretty light in the room, and he was still crying about being scared. He went so far as to pull the covers back and clearly order me into his bed with the words, "Mommy, snuggle". I did as I was told for a few minutes. Then I asked him to show me what he was scared of.

The short little man got out of his bed and went over to the remote controlled robots and said "monster scared monster scared". The top of the robot did look like it had a face. And because I cleaned out the boys' room last week, it was was facing his bed and appeared to be looking right at my little Sammy with it's silver windshield (looked like eyes I suppose).

These are the realities that make us realize that our kids aren't lying or trying to stay awake late or just be spiteful by making us run to them. They may really fear something, they may really be in need of something, as Samson was.

~Give thanks to the Lord for He is good; His love endures forever. ~Psalm 107:1

Confiscating Snickers Bars

It seems that there is always something going on in our household! Since it has been raining for about a week straight, we have gone through the rooms, thoroughly cleaning anything & everything. The boys have not had fun. There were toys that were given away, and anything broken made it's way into the trash.

However, there were some odd finds. Mainly, the full size Snickers bar hidden in Kaleo's desk drawer. He has a sweet tooth like someone I've never seen (and if you've met my mother, you wouldn't think anyone could love sugar more). So it's typical that I find bits and pieces of fun-size, individually wrapped candy, gum, and other novelties. But a full size Snickers bar? I don't think any normal 5 year old could consume a full size Snickers bar in one sitting.

So Davin asked Kaleo where he'd gotten the Snickers bar. Kaleo answered, "the big cabinet" which is the cabinet beside the refridgerator. It's much too high for him to reach, though, so he had to climb up on top of the countertop to get to the candy that I purchase to pack in Davin's lunch everyday. And then he took it to his room and hid it in the desk drawer.

I know he's 5, but I'm confused. If he went through all that trouble to steal the candy... why didn't he just eat it right then? Or at least open it and attempt to eat as much as he could consume?

Needless to say, Davin confiscated the Snickers from him. He also gave him the "no food in your room" talk. Kaleo gets this talk often, but he forgets it soon after. Hopefully we can get this lion of a sweet tooth tame sooner than later!