Not for children, the prudish, or weak-hearted.

Randomness

     Gunnar got dressed for bed last night with his PJ's inside out and backwards. When I brought this to his attention, he said, "No, Mom, I'm doing it so it will snow tonight. Can I have an ice cube?"  Yes, you read that right. And, yes, I was as confused as you are now. Ander told Gunnar what his teacher told him. If you put your PJ's on backwards and inside out and then flush an ice cube down the toilet, you will wake up to snow in the morning. Gunnar was super excited to try it out, and smiling, I handed him an ice cube.  
    This morning, you can imagine his disappointment when he woke up to a bright sunny 45 degree morning, and all the birds are chirping.  A conversation in the wee hours of the morning between Gunnar, Ander and Lohn:
Lohn- "Gunnar, whats the matter?"
Gunnar- "It didn't snow last night" (super sad face)
Ander- "Maybe we have to do it 10 times in a row."
Lohn- "Maybe, but I think it's just a superstition"
(insert here explaining what a superstition is to two young boys)
Gunnar (after hearing the definition of superstition)- "Maybe, but I think Anders teacher is just wrong!"
Yep. A concept we will continue to teach our children. Teachers aren't always right (Many thanks to my dad for teaching me that one. Crazy environmentalist 8th grade teacher)


   A conversation between me and Sylas:

Me- "Sylas, if you go potty I will give you a sticker."
Sylas- "Ok"
Me- "Do you want to go potty?"
Sylas- (Holding super still) "I am!"
Me- "No you have to go potty in the toilet!!"
Sylas- "Oops."

An awful Saturday:
Gunnar had a major poop/diarrhea accident in his room. He wasn't feeling well. He tried to hide it and clean it up (with my favorite hot pad, mind you). After smearing it into the white carpet, Tamsyn found him and told me.  Anyone who knows me, knows I don't do poop or snot. I'll throw up. And unfortunately for me, Lohn was gone on a camping trip with the scouts.  So, I armed myself with a bucket of hot oxyclean water and a towel, and went to work. I was in there maybe 3 seconds, and had to dash to the bathroom to throw up (My stomach muscles were sore the next morning, that tells you how hard I was puking, ugh).   Afterwards, I manned up, and went back to it. Two hours later, it was cleaned up, and I was sitting on the couch traumatized when Lohn came home. I told him what happened, and when I told him I threw up, he started to laugh. I burst into tears, and ran to my room. Still laughing, Lohn follows me and apologizes (in between chuckles).  He even tried to use the line "Smells like soup." (Office reference). Still not funny, honey... Maybe tomorrow.

A Post about Monster Boxes and Crunched Fingers...

For Valentines Day, the kids are supposed to bring a decorated shoe box to school. I have to admit, I was stressing over this a little (Yes, silly, I know) But where is one to find THREE shoe boxes? I had no boxes about that size for them to decorate. Then I saw a cute idea on Pinterest for these monster boxes, only they were made with kleenex boxes. I was fresh outta Kleenex boxes, and then I had the brilliant idea to use cereal boxes, which I have an abundance of. 

 Ander calls his the LOVE Monster.

 Sylas insisted I make him one too, how do I resist that sweet face???



On a different note, yesterday, Sylas was chasing Gunnar around the house, growling. Gunnar ran into the bathroom, slammed shut and locked the door.  Sylas was screaming, and I saw his finger was shut in the door on the hinge side. I ran to open the bathroom door, but it was locked. At this point, I lost it, and started screaming and pounding on the door. Tamsyn heard me, saw what was happening, and started screaming and pounding on the door too. I'm sure it didn't take Gunnar but seconds to open the door, but it felt like forever.

 When he got his finger out, It was crumpled, crooked, and red all over.  Sylas was screaming and as I held him, he broke into a huge sweat and started shaking like a leaf. Is that shock? I think it must have been. I got him to calm down, but it took a good 15 minutes, and even then, he was shivering.

Crazy thing? Lohn knew something happened to one of the kids and one of their appendages. He was driving home from work when he got that impression. Only he thought it was worse, he thought it was chopped off (I was screaming as if it was...). We talked about the time frame, and discovered he got the impression at exactly the same time it was happening. We both are a little stunned and amazed by this. My and Tamsyn's sheer panic and Sylas's pain, somehow crossed time and space to Lohn. I say it is the Spirit, and I am grateful that we are connected through Him.

And Sylas? Well, there isn't much swelling, but he isn't using it. I am going to give him a little more time, but I might call the Doctor soon and make an appointment.  Poor little pumpkin.

Sylas's 3rd Birthday

 On each birthday, the birthday child wakes up to their room filled with about 100 balloons. I love this tradition. So do they :)

 I gave him new church clothes.

 Tamsyn gave him a new blankie.

 Gunnar gave him Play-Doh

 Ander and Daddy gave him Legos (Batman and Monster truck)

 Aww...

 I don't decorate cakes. I refuse to become one of those moms. (Mostly because I know I'd be no good)  But Lohn gave it a go. Not bad, I say.  And Sylas is obsessed with super heros.

 He liked it so much, he just went right for it.

Where has my baby gone to?