Sweet Boy#2–I catch him putting a ball of abc gum that he found at church up his nose, during church of course.
Sweet Boy#1–Orders us all to stay in bed and then spends 1 1/2 hours making breakfast for the whole family. He scrambles 5 individual eggs (Daddy turned on the burner for him, but he did all the rest), makes 5 pieces of toast and butters and jams them all. Plus he sets the table and gets the drinks. Such a sweet capable and determined boy, my oldest.
Sweet Boy#3–I caught him chasing his brothers with a fork and took it away. He is greatly disturbed and shouts: “No! It’s turtley’s spear!”
The boys wake up with nightmares just as I’m going to bed. They get there ahead of me. As I’m staring at our pirated bed, looking for a place to squeeze in, my youngest pats the pillow beside him, “Here’s a spot Momma.”
Sweet Boy#2–Gives me a glow-in-the-dark fly as a gift.
I find a live ant inside of Sweet Boy#3’s pull-up
Sweet Boy#2–Pours water into our Costco sized bottle of orange vitamin C, creating a large container of orange sludge.
The boys form a special plan for teaching one of their beloved friends not to use potty language. First they will construct an Anti-Potty-Talk Maze with lots of traps. Then they will throw their beloved friend inside and see if he can make it out unscathed. But, there are risks. Sweet Boy#1–“If he makes just one tooting noise…the bridge across the booby trap will collapse!” Um…is this tough love…or some kind of mutation?
The winner this week…I ran into the boys bedroom to put away laundry. When I return, I am faced by a nightmare scene, or perhaps something out of “Pirates of the Caribbean”. All three boys are circled up in the kitchen, leaping and stabbing and laughing like 3 peter pans in the midst of an epic battle. All three of them are wielding knives out of the knife block on the counter. When I step in the sternly seize their cutlery, there are many protests. Apparently the knives were chosen very carefully, the smallest steak knife for my youngest, a mid-sized blade for my middle boy, and a hulking butcher-type-knife for my oldest. How could I disrupt such symmetry? But they have a suggestion, if only I will allow the battle to continue…they will consent to using pot lids as shields!