I'm not a crab!

So Genius has camp all this week, little Bruiser does not. That means that I must take Bruiser on every single errand. That's ok, most of the time he's a good kid.

But not today! Genius teased and pressed his buttons all morning until Bruiser punched him in the stomach, I am not kidding. But then Bruiser was in a bad mood. I left him in the drop-in daycare so I could work out at the gym. When I came back, they told me this toddler colored on his picture and he smacked him. OOH my. Bad mood. Bruiser's eyes were all red and tears welled up and poured over his lower lashes. "He he...h hh he colored ON MY PICTURE FOR YOU!" Ok so why didn't they just give him another piece of paper? So while I was standing at the coloring table, FINALLY one of the ladies brought him another piece of paper. He traced and colored an airplane, and then cut it out by himself? WTF? When did he learn to use scissors? He cannot grow up, sry.

Anyway, I bribed him into a good mood by telling him we were going to the craft store. I don't think he heard me correctly, because he told everyone,"Hey, we're going to the CRAP store!" OMG ok, so in the car and away from the public, I explained and spelled the word "craft" for him.

A few minutes go by, and he says,"Mommy, we're going to the CRAB store!" So I asked him, are you a crab? He says,"No Mommy, I am not a crab 'cause I don't have a shell."

No, you can't clone yourself.

So my SIL is in town this weekend. Hubby and I tried to have a few activities outside the house so the kids wouldn't hang all over her all day long. Today we went to this small theater in town. It features kids as the actors! We went to see some skits from Schoolhouse Rock. They were pretty good, except now I have the song from "The Preamble" stuck in my head. "We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, yada yada yada..."

On the way home, we somehow got on the subject of who my mom is... Genius said, "Well, gramma H is your mom, right, mom?" I had to explain that, no, that's daddy's mommy, my mommy is gramma choo choo (don't ask). Genius contemplates this fact for a moment. Then he launches into his logical argument,"Oh, ok, gramma choo choo had you, then you had me, and then I had Bruiser." Um, no. Since I was driving in heavy traffic, and it's not good to choke/laugh and drive at the same time, I explained - briefly - that I ALSO had Bruiser, he did not. Bruiser is his BROTHER, not his son.

This must have bored Genius, because he said, "MOM can we get chocolate milk at Starbucks?"

So embarassing....

The other night Bruiser and I were looking at a train book before bed. Well, let's just say we've looked at this book every night for the last month and a half. And we have to look at it twice, every night.

Needless to say, it gets a little tedious. Granted, it's mostly a picture book, but I kinda get sick of seeing the same snow plow train every night, 2x. I've taken to asking Bruiser all kinds of questions so he'll talk about the pictures. I know, I know, it makes it more interesting for me, but he's getting something out of it. Or, at least I thought.

So there we are, looking through this &*((%^ book again. You're supposed to guess what kind of train goes with the question on the page. I keep guessing the wrong trains on purpose so Bruiser will learn which is a track cleaning train, etc. Sometimes we just make up questions.

Anyway, we are almost at the end of the book, and I've "guessed" wrong on each page. Mind you, Bruiser is only 4. Apropos of nothing, he turns to me and says,"Mom, you're not very smart."

The things we moms do to teach our kids....

It's been a while and confiscating sock monkeys...

I had closed my blog off to the public, because I was being really shy about letting people read about me and my two sidekicks, but I'm ok with it (for right now ;) )

Anyway, I've been hanging out on DiYScene.com lots lately, and recently won a contest on there with a buddy of mine. Part of the prize is a sock monkey from Poisonedcreations.etsy.com! I loooove my sock monkey. He loves me back.

See?



He likes turquoise, too!


Anyway, I left him sitting in the living room last night, making sure elves didn't come in the night and make a mess.

The next morning I wake up, and Genius thrusts Mr. Stripey in my face,"Mom, mooom, can I have this, can I CAN I? I'm going to call him Cutie, can I have him? I'm going to put him in my room." Nooooo! Oh well, I was afraid this might happen. Then what came next was kinda expected, you can probably guess..

Bruiser saw what Genius had, and FLIPPED OUT! Tears 'n everything! He was a bit upset, so his grammar was off,"Mooooom is not fair - I want that! I want one!" Well, that's how I feel!

So, I put him on my lap, we surfed the net until we landed at PoisonedCreations.etsy.com, and I let him pick out a sock monkey. The funny thing is, he'd choose the monkey by the avatar, and as soon as I clicked on the listing, he'd be all confused and say,"NO! That is NOT my MONKEY!"

We did this with all the monkeys available, twice. Finally, he settled on one (ok, it was the very first one he picked, anyways...but you can't argue with a 4yr old, trust me).

Maybe they'll lose interest and I can have both for myself *cackle*