Friday, August 31, 2012

Meanie

My sweet little Owen has turned into a big ol' meanie. I know. Look at that sweet little face. He couldn't possibly be mean. I was in denial. But, over the past couple of weeks it's becoming a problem. At first I thought he was just having a bad day. It started with pushing and taking toys. This week a friend came over with her little girl who is 19 months. Little Addie would be playing with a toy and Owen would come up and take the toy then hit her with it. It wasn't a one time thing. He did it repeatedly. When he wasn't hitting her he was pushing her, pulling her hair or throwing things at her. Where is this coming from?
Today their little friends Alec and Aiden came over to play. Owen was up to his old tricks. He was hitting, pushing, pulling, taking toys, throwing toys. Not only to Alec and Aiden, but to his brother.
I'm distressed. I  know some of it is age. But, I don't want to just allow him to be mean. I have tried to do time outs. I'm not sure they work. Sometimes after he does something mean he puts himself in time out. I get down on his level and tell him we don't hit, kick, push, throw, etc. I try smacking a hand, removing the toy. As I type this I realize I should probably try to be consistent. Sheesh....I'm all over the place on this.
I'm not sure where this new aggressive Owen has come from. His brother has always kind of pushed him around. Mr. Mayer and I would laugh and say "One of these days Owen will get tired of it and stand up for himself." This is not what I had in mind. Typically he is not mean to his brother. He is mean to everyone else but Carter. Carter still bullies Owen to an extent. I'm at a loss. If anyone has any ideas, what worked for them, whatever I am open to it. I have heard of terrible 2's, but never really went through that with Olivia. Things got rough with her when she turned 3, but she was never aggressive and mean. Is this terrible 2's? I don't want to raise that kid that no one wants around. Or that terrorizes the neighborhood al la Dennis the Menace. Yikes!!
In other news, the Dudes are climbing all over everything. They are taking things off the walls people! They destroyed 3 pictures that were hanging on the wall in their room. I mean, seriously. I was doing dishes this morning and look up to see them on the entertainment center. I have an open floor plan. We were all within 10 feet of each other. I did what any good parent does and took a couple of pictures, then made them get down.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

First Day

I don't know when it happened or how. If someone could tell me when this sweet little Angel Baby~


got big enough to go to Kindergarten?! I mean. I blinked and away she went. She was so excited.
We spent a week picking out what she would wear and that morning she put on her stand by OSU t-shirt and cut off leggings. She loves that look. I do not. Whatever. And the backpack. Can we just talk about how big that backpack looks. My baby girl should not be old enough for this stuff. I picked her up that afternoon and she was a bubbling ball of energy. Anything I asked her about school was "Awesome." Her teacher was awesome. Her friends were awesome. Her lunch was awesome. You get the idea. It's all awesome.
And, not to be left out, the Dudes had a first day this week as well. They started Mother's Day Out two days a week. They were so excited to wear their little backpacks they threw a fit when I had to take them off. We arrived at their classroom and they ran in and didn't even tell me bye. Their teachers said they had a great day and were "very sweet boys." Whew! I'm glad they didn't beat anyone up on their first day.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Come On!!

The Dudes are playing outside this morning. I am in and out getting some stuff done around here (folding laundry and doing dishes). I have the backdoor open. The Dudes are happily playing. I look out and see this.

I mean. Really?!

Monday, August 13, 2012

Big Boys


Ugh...remember a week or so ago I posted about my little escape artist? Then we immediately left for vacation and Carter immediately started climbing out of his pack & play. That was completely awesome (dripping with sarcasm). We came home on Saturday night. Sunday afternoon Mr. Mayer took the sides off of the Dudes cribs and turned them into toddler beds. My babies aren't babies anymore. That hurts a little.
I took most everything out of their rooms. Child locks were put on the changing table/dresser. I bought them new sheets since most of their old ones had holes and the elastic was shot. I got them little blankets for their beds and little pillows. I was not ready for this new stage.
Bedtime came. I had convinced myself that it was going to be hours and hours of torture and that they would never sleep.
Mr. Mayer and I put them in bed and tell them "night night." Then we turned out the light and walked out. Carter immediately started wailing a shrill paint peeling noise. It sounded like his limbs were being torn off. He was in pain. He was dying a slow painful death. You get the idea. This carried on for....30 minutes. Then....silence. Yup. 30 minutes. I was prepared for an all nighter and he gave me 30 minutes.  I held my breathe. Drank some wine and waited. Nothing. Never another peep. Mr. Mayer peeked in and saw Owen sleeping soundly on his pillow. Carter was turned sideways, wrapped up in a blanket and feet propped up on the wall. Sound asleep. They stayed asleep until this morning. It was a little weird to have 2 little boys greet me at the door when I opened it this morning to get them up.
First night went much better than I ever imagined. I was dreading nap time today. Not only have we gone to big boy beds, but I am putting them back on their sister's school schedule which means a new nap time. Great.
I laid them down in their beds. Walked out and shut the door (thank goodness they can't open their door yet!!). Then....nothing. There was about 30 minutes I didn't hear a peep from their room. Then I heard Owen start talking. He jabbered for over an hour. I'm not entirely sure he ever slept. But, there was no crying. WHAT IS GOING ON?!
Tonight I was sure would be a battle. The Dudes had been cranky all day. We played outside, did dinner, snow cones, baths and.....bed. Mr. Mayer and I laid them down. Told them "night night" and walked out of the room. They didn't make a peep. I peeked in on them about 15 minutes later to make sure they were okay. Both little Dudes were sound asleep in their beds. Awwww......
Now, I'm sure that by blogging this I am jinxing myself. But, tonight the house is peaceful and I have two little boys who are turning into Big Boys at warp speed. Before you know it they will be off to Kindergarten like their sister is next week...sniff sniff.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Home Sweet Home

We are home!! Vacations are great~until you have a 12 hour car ride home. We left Angel Fire at 7:30 this morning and pulled into our driveway at 8:45 tonight. We were all a little crabby and crazy by the time we got home. I have to give a shout out to my awesome kids (remind me that they are awesome when they are horrible blobs tomorrow).  They handled the trip like champs. Hardly any crying. There were even a few naps today. Very successful. So~I'm beat....I'll share more about our great vacay later. For now~goodnight.


We met my Grandpa, Uncle, Cousin and her little girl for lunch in Amarillo.  

He fought a good fight but ended up passing out mid sentence.

He didn't even try to fight it. He didn't even make it out of New Mexico before he was out.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

It Happened

Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit......
It happened. I mentioned a few weeks ago here that the Dudes were nano seconds away from climbing out of their cribs. Then tonight happened. Grrr....
It has been a crazy busy day. I am exhausted. Olivia had her last swim lesson tonight. Mr. Mayer comes home late on Thursdays. Last week KiKi came over and watched the Dudes while I took Olivia to swim. Tonight Nana Karen and Papa Brad came over and hung out with the Dudes while Olivia and I went to swim. When we got home Mr. Mayer was home. He, Nana Karen, Papa Brad and I were all sitting in the living room with Olivia. The Dudes were in bed. We could hear Carter crying and the boys jabbering with each other off and on. Then we hear the drawer to the changing table shut.
Wait.What?! Say again!
Yeah. The drawer to the changing table. Mmmmhmmmm. You read that right. I immediately knew what the sound was. I gave Mr. Mayer a look of terror just as it was registering with him what that sound was. His eyes were as big around as mine. I sent him in to investigate. I wasn't ready to see what I knew was in there. Mr. Mayer goes back and I hear "Carter! What are you doing." Then a sweet little "Hi."
SHIT.SHIT.SHIT.SHIT.SHIT.SHIT.
Carter had climbed out of his crib. He had taken things out of drawers and scattered around the room and was having a great time. Owen was standing in his crib watching everything take place. Mr. Mayer put Carter back in his bed and walked back into the living room with a big grin to tell me what happened.
Why was Mr. Mayer grinning?
You see. Mr. Mayer and I have been having a back and forth discussion for weeks now. He wants to put the Dudes in beds. I'm not ready.
We have plans for that room when the Dudes move upstairs. Mr. Mayer is anxious to get the ball rolling on things.
The reasons I'm not ready for them to be in beds are purely selfish reasons. I have said them before. I am 100% convinced that they will not stay in beds. Even more. I am 100% convinced that my days of getting sleep are over. Currently I can leave the Dudes in their room until I am ready to get them up in the morning or after naps. They go to a bed and I am afraid that that luxury is over with.
I. Am. Not. Ready. For. This.
I'm not sure I have a lot of choices though. Next thing you know I'll have to potty train the boogers. Yesterday Carter pooped in his diaper and brought me some wipes. I wasn't sure at first why he was bringing me wipes. I soon smelled the reason. At least he was wearing a diaper. We all know his track record.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Can I Sell Them?

Items as is....

One precocious girl child, 2007 model
Adept at drama, back talking, screaming, stomping, slamming doors, crying at will, lying and a little heavy on mileage in the not listening department.
She is somewhat of a hoarder and can destroy a room in seconds.
Very skilled at hugs, kisses and playing with her brothers. Oh! And she can crack an egg.

As an added bonus with the purchase of girl child you can have:
Two boy children, 2010 models.
Adept at mimicking anyone and everyone, crying, kicking, screaming and tackling. Oh. And climbing. Oh my gosh the climbing. On everything. Nothing is safe and anything can be used as a step stool.
Still in diapers and both eat more than the 5 year old girl child.
Very skilled at hugs, kisses, running and jumping.
Both are learning some words and will repeat whatever is said to them.
They both require snuggles, naps and laps to sit in as part of their daily maintenance.


*No silly's I'm not really going to sell my children. I may go hide in my bedroom and curl up into the fetal position.*

As you can tell, it's been a heck of a day already. I am more than ready for nap time! Olivia is really testing her limits lately. I'm not sure I'm handling it as calmly as I should be. Honestly, other than locking her in her room for the rest of her life I'm at a total loss as to what to do. Carter woke up in a terrible no good foul mood today and has proceeded to remain that way. Owen is currently crawling around on the floor quacking at the dogs. I think he's confused. The dogs are really confused. Thank goodness he's been in a decent mood today at least.

The pictures were taken last night at dinner. Olivia was making silly faces. Then the Dudes started copying her. It was entertaining.

Well, someone is crying again. It's almost nap time. I'm going to regroup. Breathe. Remind myself that this is temporary and a few short years from now they won't be little and all this will be a blurry memory.