Carter has been near the point of intolerable the past few days. Screaming, crying, being mean, massive temper tantrums, the works (if anyone has any suggestions please share). It's been rough around here. Last night at bedtime it was similar to something out of the Exorcist. We had a house full of people here for Diva's birthday. They all left pretty quickly. It's been as bad or worse than it was a few weeks ago when I shared my trip to my parents house. His brother has gotten the brunt of his anger and taken some beatings the past few days. This morning Carter's temper has been much the same. *Sigh* So this morning the guys were upstairs watching "Meeeekeeey Mooouuusssseeee!" Ahhh....a few minutes of peace. I love that mouse. I hadn't heard a peep. After about 30 minutes Owen started crying and came downstairs. He was limping. My first thought was they tyrant upstairs had clocked him with a truck. He was saying "Feet! Feet! Hurt!" He crawls in my lap and I look. His feet are a little red and there is carpet impressions on them. Then it hits me! His feet went to sleep! Hahahaha...poor guy. After a minute or two he was back to normal and off doing something else. As for Carter. I have given him allergy medicine, ibuprofen and a snack. In the last hour I have gotten a smile AND some dancing. Today might just be a good day.
You would think I would be referring to myself or Mr. Mayer. But, no. I'm talking about the precocious little girl that lives in this house. "I cleaned my room damn good." Wait. What? That was the sentence Diva told me a few weeks ago when I asked her if she had cleaned her room. I was in shock. Mr. Mayer was stifling a laugh. Diva was dead serious. A few days after that she came downstairs and told me to "Tell those damn boys to leave my damn toys alone." Apparently her brother's were messing with her Barbies. We have also had the occasional "damn it" when she drops something or spills something. It was super embarrassing when we were at Target and she dropped a toy in the toy department and said "damn it." Thankfully there was no one around to hear her. Diva's um...creative (?) vocabulary started as soon as she started speaking. She has always used big words, whether she knew what they meant or not. Mr. Mayer and I are totally ...
oh geez... by the intro to this blog, i was convinced carter had done something to his poor lil feet! glad he's ok :)
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