Just would like to start off with saying sorry I haven't posting in a while... well LONG TIME. It has been such a whirlwind since Laelynn was born. Between the diaper changing, feeding, walking, kissing chubby cheeks, trying to protect Lulu (her nickname) from becoming a pancake and potty training... this was the LAST thing on my mind! BUT Lulu is sleeping from 8- anywhere between 3,4 or 5 and Layne is ALMOST potty trained! So things are great! I would like to share with you just a couple of stories... When they happened I thought to myself.. "Man, I want to write this on my blog!" (For real, I did!) But never got to it, so here goes...
Story number one:Layne is going through his "terrible twos" stage just as Lulu decided to come along. I believe that even might have pushed... wait, no SHOVED, it along. So one morning, the best husband in the world decided he was going to let me sleep in, after waking up at 2, 4 and 6. He got up with our little buddy to eat breakfast while mommy got to catch a couple more zzz's. Daddy and Layne were sitting at the table eating "cereals" when Layne kicked him. Steve thought well, thats just part of his "stage" so ignore it. UNTIL... Layne tells him "I kick your ass." WHAT??? YOU ARE TWO! Who knows where he learned that because, for one thing, I do not go around telling Steve "I kick your ass!" And when he is a daycare, I am pretty sure our daycare lady does not tell the kids she will kick their ass if they don't behave. So, moral of the story, don't let your child what South Park. No just kidding :
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Story number two:
Layne has said some OUT THERE things to us, but I thought this was pretty "Blog worthy." We have been working on potty training for a good 2 month now. Slowly, but surely, we are finally getting the hang of things. We don't want to push him because people tell us that he is still pretty young. BUT come on.. diapers are expensive... especially for when we have one already that craps every 3 hours! He has been doing very good! He just started to poop in the potty (which is HUGE for all those parents that go through it!). We give him a sucker every time he does go #2 on the potty, so he likes to try... a lot. Yesterday he went at daycare, got a sucker. Came home and went with Steve, got a sucker. Ran around with a massive sugar rush. Decided he wanted to keep it going and told me he needed to poop again. For real? Well, I took him in there and... not joking... he pooped for 10 minutes. When I asked him where he got all of this poop he answered... "At Hy-vee." Nice.. I must have missed that aisle.
Story number 3
Now we have one of the most enjoyable additions to our family. Laelynn is such a great baby. She is always happy, sleeps a hell of a lot more than Layne did at her age and makes us so happy and complete.
Just a week ago, we got another addition...two additions! But these additions decide to eat Riley's food, poop in our pantry and make my anxiety level sky high. Yes, these are mice. There are...no were... two. The first one we found was kicked by me. I was making breakfast with Layne and I kicked something, thinking it was just a silly toy of Riley's. Um, no. It was a gross, large, disgusting mouse. After I kicked it, Ry ran past me and tried to chase it. All I see is this blur of gray running under the oven, out and under the fridge. If Lulu wasn't sleeping, there would have been A LOT of screaming. But Steve, on the other hand, was MAJORLY hungover from the night before and did not like me coming in to tell him there was a mouse in the house. Let me set the scene for you. Steve struggles to get out of bed... Come to find me and Layne ontop of the kitchen table. Broom in hand (not that I would use it, I would be busy screaming) I guarded the door so the mouse wouldn't get out. It took us 3 hours to catch this flipping mouse. It finally got caught on the sticky trap we set. Thinking we finally got him, no more mice. Tonight, I find mouse poo on the couch. There goes another one zooming from underneath the couch. I can't help but thing, he sat there and watched tv with us all night. Or he was there while we played with the kids tonight! How do I know he was there, only the 2 HUGE piles of Ryry's food underneath the couch! Gross! I am so over these mice! As we speak, he is now inside our "Island." We have finagled sticky traps underneath his hole, so I hope he is caught when I wake up at 4 to feed. If not, I am moving.
