"Mom, Guess What?"

Noah, Dad and Gpa Tom are on their annual (2nd annual) camping trip. They are at a State Park southwest of here. Noah asked me to call him every morning and every night. This AM the conversation went something like this.

Noah "Guess what Mom?"

Me "What Noah"

Noah "There was a lot of rain, lightening, and wind last night"

Me "really!"

Noah "Guess what Mom"

Me "What"

Noah "The pole for the awning fell down and Dad and Gpa went out to fix it. Dad was in his underware and so was I"

Me "The camper was full of Tague boys in their underware"

Noah "No Gpa wears pajama's. Guess what Mom"

Me "What Noah"

Noah "My bike got all covered in dirt and Dad cleaned it off"

Me "Good Noah"

There were several more "Guess what Mom's" and then Noah says "I am going to go now".

Guess what Noah. I am GLAD you are having TOO MUCH FUN!!

How Sweet It Is!

The Whacky Things Kids Do...

So Noah is 5. Noah has started T-ball and he is VERY excited about the prospect of playing T-ball because then that leads to baseball and his "bigger" friends all play baseball. His preference would be to zoom ahead and just get into baseball but he has SO much to learn.

Tuesday we had T-ball. Only the 2nd time. It was HOT HOT HOT. Noah goes out on the field with his team and they do some warm ups and practice some BASIC skills. It is will be obvious as you read this that Noah needs the practice!

The "game" starts. Each team was able to bat 2 times and be in the outfield 2 times. Noah was the only kid that was having issues with the time and the heat. T-ball starts at 5:15. I gave him 1/2 a donut, a cheese stick and about a dozen grapes, plus all the water he could drink. That should hold him over to dinner right? Oh no. Throughout the ENTIRE practice/game his coach would randomly shout out "we are missing an outfielder". That would be my outfielder. He would just wander off the field, no care in the world. He would come and find me and tell me his latest complaint. How hungry he was. I would remind him that he had a sufficient snack, offer more grapes, and that dinner would happen when the game was over, now get back on the field. How thirsty he was. I would remind and walk him over to his water bottle, encourage him to drink, now get back on the field. How hot it was. Yes it is hot Noah, now get back on the field. How he had to go to the bathroom. I understand Noah. We can go to the bathroom but then we would miss the rest of the game because of the amount of time it would take to do all of that, his call. O.K. Mom. Now get back on the field. Seriously?!?!!?

The BEST part. Noah is in the infield (I think that is what it is called, anyways, in the dirt part), he (as all the players are supposed to) is crouched down low to the ground so that the ball can roll into their gloves. So picture Noah crouched down, playing in the dirt, not really paying attention. All of a sudden the light bulb appears over his head. He notices the ball is right there. Does he hear the coach yelling for him to throw the ball? I don't think so. He looks at the ball, picks up the ball, and then whacks himself in the head repeatedly. I shit you not. Then he stops. Looks at the ball again and repeats the head whacking! I couldn't make this up if I tried. Eventually he stops the whacking and the ball does make it to the coach. I did not bring this up to him, afterall it was HOT HOT HOT.

I blame it on the heat. All though I do not foresee a professional baseball career in his future?!?!?! Maybe. I think he has fun and that is what is most important right?

How Sweet It Is!!!

I Hate And Love Sick Kids

So the day started off just like any other. Get up. Never on time mind you. You would think that since getting 2 kids ready by yourself, plus yourself, and then deciding to do 3-5 random things around the house requires TIME this Mom would get up...but I don't. I just wake up when the body decides it is time and it is usually PAST the time. That said. We all got up, ready, off to daycare, off to work, and I was only 4 minutes late! That is a good day.

I work for a bit. Was on my way to being very productive. I walk away from my desk and get back and there are 3 phone calls from Judy. Noah is sick, crying, and just wants his Mommy. I fly out of work, drive the 20 minutes to home and get my boy. He is lying on her couch, under a blanket, looking very lethargic, looking very sad, tears in his eyes. All is not good in his world.

So we go home and get him settled on the couch. I feed Peter lunch and get him down for a nap. 4 hours later he wakes up. So he either has it or is fighting it off.

Noah is at the age where he knows to listen to Mom and so I made him stay in bed all day. That means in order to do this I had to stay there as well. Too bad. I know, someone had to do it. Rainy day. GREAT day to have a sick kid who wanted nothing more than to hang with his Mommy. So he was SO hot that he had to lay in his underware, rarely does that, but it is SO cute!!! We sat in bed all day together, watching quality TV programming. I read 4 magazines, 2 local papers, clipped some coupons. All in all. It was a good day with my Noah.

Put him to bed and his fever spiked shortly before then...thinking tomorrow might be another day with him.

How Sweet It Is! :)

There are PILES everywhere!!

I love a clean house, really I do. But. I try not to inflict my OCD type tendencies on my children too much and so I let the basement go to hell and every once in a while I venture to that part of the basement and will clean it up. Noah does help but I really let it goes days and sometimes weeks and it is overwhelming for me at times and it would be more work to ask him to help and then listen to the screaming that would follow because there is just too much to pick up. So after doing some laundry last night and a few other things on one end of the basement I decided to hit the toy area.

First. Hard to tell there was floor.
Second. PILES of toys everywhere.
Third. Where the hell did all these toys come from?
Fourth. Does anyone want toys. You can just come and take them!

Picture this. Unfinished basement that has wholes in the insulation because Noah is a worker and had to hammer/poke/dig in the stuff as it is this hard foam shit and it looked really cool to do. We had never said otherwise. We didn't know we had to. Lesson learned. No carpet, concrete floor, a few rugs, a desk area, a living room room area, the toy area in the corner. Bookshelf with bins, a toy box, an easle, a barn and 2 boxes full of farms tuff, and then a train table that is converted to a lego table. Legos everywhere!

Noah loves wheels. I have mentioned this before. Favorite toy? Not sure. But. The floor was COVERED with all things wheels!!! Fire trucks, airplanes, garbage trucks, construction vehicles and stuff, race cars, matchbox cars, wooden trucks/trains/planes, farm toys. They are sporadically, strategically, just dumped, I don't know, but they are one of those things in various places on the floor. He LOVES to haul one group of toys with some type of thing that can haul. Recently we had to get the garbage trucks back out because we are again fascinated with them!! So he will haul whatever and make a pile. Sometimes a solo pile and sometimes a big ole shit pile of a variety of things. The piles are small to big. They are in random spots, in my opinion, but according to him he was doing some work. So there is a rhyme and a reason to what he has done. In addition to piles he will make lines of things too. Lines of planes, trains, cars, farm stuff etc. He will sort by color, size, shape, make, model, year, Dad's toy, his toy, Gpa's toy. He knows them all.

I have often wondered WHY he plays this way. But it is what he does. I love it. I hate it.

The basement is all cleaned up!!

How Sweet It Is!