Life as we know it . . .

Just thought I’d document a few of our recent events:

1.  On Friday night while I was at our church’s women’s weekend and Hatch was home alone with all 3 rascals doing the bedtime routine solo for the first time, the boys were playing in their beds.  Hatch was there, and they were goofing around and dropping from a standing position onto their bottoms.  William did it a few times, they laughed, and Hudson did it a few times.  The third time Hudson did it, he dropped down and then the bottom (plywood part) of his bed also dropped down.  The child broke his bed.  And, he did so in the presence of his father.  To Hudson’s credit, he was not being disobedient.  To Hatch’s credit, he swiftly scooped Hudson into a pack and play (which the boys call a “plack and play”) for the night (and, William slept in it the next night, because we are all big on equity around here.)  My resourceful husband used his tools and some 2x4s to fix the bed.  Now, the question remains:  should we continue to contain this strawberry blonde tornado in his mini crib, or should we take the plunge to the big bed (thus allowing his tornado to sweep through the bedroom in its entirety)?  I have very mixed emotions about it.  We’ll have to wait and see what we decide . . . after all, I think his brand new mattresses should come any day now, and I’d hate to not use them at all! 

2.  In my fury of laundry-washing yesterday, I accidentally washed (and dried) what used to be known as Hatch’s only “good” khakis with his wallet still in the pocket.  The wallet seems okay, the pants do not.  Oopsie.  Let this be a lesson to all who have clothing in my house:  If there is something in the pockets of your clothes, it will be washed.  And, dried, if you are lucky.

{photo below:  William “swimming” in the tub while holding his ears, of course}

3.  William and Hudson are very into jokes right now.  That said, they create these jokes themselves, so they are often more bizarre than they are funny.  Hudson’s latest and most long-standing joke is one in which he tells you he is going to eat whatever it is you are talking about, and then looks at you with his crazy blue eyes, thinking he is totally hysterical.  “I eat baby Anna!”  “I eat your shoes!”  “I eat the birdy!”   Creative? perhaps.  Funny?  Not so much.

Today, when I picked them up from school, a concerned mom said to me:

“I was reading a book about using the potty with your boys today, and they both said they were going to ‘eat the poop.’”

I rolled my eyes and said “I am so sorry.  They like to say that they are going to ‘eat things’ because they think it is really funny.”

She said:  “I just wanted you to know so you could be aware.”

IS THIS REALLY MY LIFE?  OH MY GOSH!  I called and told Hatch, and he started cackling he was laughing so hard.  I am now that mother with the adorable, odd children who alarm and disturb other parents.  OH MY.

4.  I am putting away some of Baby Anna’s baby clothes and it makes me sad—it is SO CRAZY to me to see how quickly Little Miss is growing up!  She is just so sweet and chubby!  She is doing a great job taking her naps, but we are still working out the nighttime kinks . . . the time change does not help us, you know.  And, for the record, I think she is going to be blonde.  Her Sugie thinks she may be red.  We’ll see!  She is so precious, I could just eat her up.  (I now realize this may be the origin of Hudson’s horrible jokes.  I am to blame.  OH NO!)

5.  ALL FIVE OF US TOOK A NAP ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT THE SAME TIME.  IT WAS AMAZING. 

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Last weekend, we had a visit from Nonna and Pop Pop, and for some reason, I don’t have many pictures to show for it!  But, we went on Saturday to one of our favorite places—Maymont.  Charlie came with us, and he rode in our car so that he could take care of Baby Anna for us:

He was very serious about his job.

For the first time, the peacock showed us his feathers! 

No one wanted to smile or look for mommy’s group photo, but I took a picture anyway!

Here’s to hoping that all of your beds are intact, your khakis are clean, your wallets are dry, and your jokes are actually FUNNY (and not disturbing!)