What are you doing?

I was sitting at the table waiting for Jacob to finish eating tonight. I glance over and Sam is digging around in his pocket or something. I asked him what he was doing. The response I got? "Just moving around my balls." WHAT??? Now we've never referred to them as that. So I said, "Uh, what are you moving around". And Sam says, "My balls mom". And then walks down the hall. I was laughing hysterically at this point and yelled for him to come back. He walks up, and now he's laughing like crazy as he sees me laughing with tears coming down my face. I reach in his pocket and what do I find? Two bouncy balls. HAHAHA!

Baby Chicks Day 1

We finally made the plunge and bought some baby chicks. We've wanted to for years. Not only will it be good for the boys, but with the cost of organic eggs these days, why would we not?? We have a small post office and I went down there yesterday to give them my cell phone number in case I wasn't home when the chicks came in. The mailman proceeded to hand me my mail...small, very small, post office. This morning I get a call from the mailman (yeah, the mailman works at the post office in the morning) He says, "I have a bunch of baby chicks here yelling 'Amanda, Amanda, Amanda!'...you better come get them!" So I get the boys ready because they were too excited to stay home. We pull up to the post office, didn't even have the boys unbuckled yet and the mailman walks out with the chicks and brings them to the car...along with our mail for today. Gotta love small town post offices! We get home and luckily catch Jason before he's pulled out of the driveway so he can see the chicks before he leaves for work. He carries them in and opens the box. First thing that happens?? Jacob reaches in and grabs one around the neck and picks it up. Poor thing didn't open it's eyes after that for awhile (he was standing up and breathing though). After they all got moved into their temporary home I let each boy hold one. Nate and Sam were fine but I was monitoring Jacob like crazy. So he's petting it and loving it...and then grabs it by the neck again!!! Augh! So he lost the chance to hold the chick's for awhile. Meanwhile Sam starts freaking out...I look over and he poop on his leg...lol, first victim! Just glad it wasn't me =) Sam kept yelling at the chick, "I'm not a toilet!" over and over again. The boys spent a good chunk of the day watching the chicks after this. Jacob proceeded over the day to throw a basket ball, a couple wrappers, a magnet, a spoon, and a couple other things into the box with the chicks. And while I was making dinner I heard glass shattering and I went running. Jacob had grabbed the chick's light and smashed it against a post, shattered light bulb everywhere. After it cooled down, took care of that and gave them a new light. Then later in the evening our hunter cat came in from outside and was very interested and jumped on the box twice. But she decided to leave them alone. We'll see how the night, and day # 2 goes!

yummy!

For a long time Jacob called both Nate and Sam by Nate's name. But he called Nate, Nate-dog. And he called Sam, just plain Nate. I tried over and over to get him to say Sam but he wouldn't. One day a few weeks ago, Jacob was running around the house yelling "Yummy, Yummy" I asked him if he was hungry and he looked at me like I was crazy and kept running around and repeating it. Finally he finds Sam and runs up to him, points, and yells "Yummy" So I guess Yummy is better than calling him Nate. He's gotten to a point now that occasionally he says "Yammy" instead of "Yummy". Either way it's really cute.
On a side note, the other day Jason was talking to Jacob and said "you're trouble" and Jacob looks at him and points and says "Rubble!" Jason laughs and says "No, you're trouble" and Jacob points again and says "Daddy Rubble!!!" Then he looks at me and says "Mommy Rubble!" Not sure how I got dragged into it! But now he's doing it to his brothers everytime they do something he doesn't like.

Air for the tires

I have two tires on my van with a slow leak. I have yet to make the hour and a half drive to go get them fixed so occasionally I have to go put some air in them. My car has this cool feature (maybe most cars do now, I don't know) where it shows me on the screen on the dashboard what the tire pressure is of each tire. It will alert you when one is low, or two. On our way home the other day I stopped at the gas station to put some air in them so I wouldn't have to the next morning since they were starting to get low. On a side note, I think it's ridiculous that we have to pay 75 cents for AIR. That's dumb. Nate was getting tired and hungry and a little weepy, so I brightened his day by asking him to come up to the front seat and yell out the window to me when the numbers changed since I don't know how to read the gage that comes on the air hose (after this experience I now do know how to read it). With the first tire I told him to tell me when it got to 35 or higher. So after what seemed like forever he finally yelled out the window 3-6. So I put the cap back on and started to walk to the other tire, glancing in the window at the screen as I walked by. It said 63!!! Which I probably wouldn't have freaked about except while I was sitting there forever blowing up the tire I read on the tire that it said to not go over 40. And then later when telling Jason about it he informed me that the tire could have blown up in my face!!! So by the time I had let enough air out of the tire, I had ran out of time and had to pay another 75 cents. So new plan for the second tire. When the tire is low it highlights it in yellow, so I told Nate to tell me when it turns from yellow to blue, thinking I'm really smart. So after a little while, but not nearly as long as the first time he yells out the window that it's blue. I put the cap on and walked over to put the hose away, as I glanced in the window again. This time it said 56! Augh! Apparently he wasn't watching and didn't really noticed when it changed colors. So again had to let a bunch of air out. Luckily, neither tire blew up in my face and it all ended well. But I learned my lesson =)

Why kids shouldn't watch tv

We really don't let our kids watch much tv. There are a few educational shows we tape for them and there a few movies we let them watch. Well lately Jason has been letting them watch Star Wars, with some censoring of scary parts. So now the kids run around pretending everything is a light saber (is that how you spell that???) Which is fine, they don't hurt each other. But why oh why must they always make Jacob Darth Vader (goodness, is that how you spell that too??) They call him Darth Vader and then run screaming from him. They're going to make him have a complex that everyone should run screaming from him! Hopefully this is just a phaze and they move on to something else soon.

Let's get one of these!

We've had some really annoying car issues lately. Well, really just one issue that has had to be fixed three times. Third time is the charm right? So today is the last day (hopefully) of our car woes. We should have Jason's car back tomorrow morning and be back to a "normal" two car family. Meanwhile, thinking we would have the car back already today, I made a commitment for this morning. Luckily a friend came from out of town for a few days. He went to work with Jason and let me use his car this morning. Of course it has to be a BMW with red leather interior, 6-speed manual. Great car, lots of power...but very nervous to drive when it's not yours! Once I figured out how to start it and put it in reverse, we were on our way. The boys thought it was great everytime I pressed on the gas because the car would take off, especially Sam who would squeal with joy and tell me to go faster. About halfway to our destination Nate says, "You and I really need to get us one of these!" I couldn't help but laugh, he sounded so serious!

Crazy morning

One morning last week started off as a normal morning. We ate breakfast and then I sat and drank my coffee and checked my email while Nate emptied the dishwasher, as usual. Jacob comes running across the living room, trips, falls, and smacks his face right on the wood floor. As he peels himself off the floor, my worst fear when I see a fall like that is confirmed as blood is flowing out of his mouth. I pick him up and try to stop the bleeding and calm him down. It was a lot of blood and I was a little worried it might need stitches (meanwhile I'm home with no car due to some car issues lately) Finally the blood seems to be coming to a stop and I notice the stench coming from his behind. So off we go to change what ended up being a horribly huge poopy diaper. Seriously, it was like a ten-wipes-poop! I'm in the middle of that and I hear a huge crash come from the kitchen and glass shattering. I can't go anywhere since I'm still wiping poop off Jacob. So I yell for Nate not to move. He yells back that he can't figure out how to get around all the glass. I again tell him not to move. I finish up as fast as a I can and go running to the kitchen. On my way I pass the front door and a friend is there knocking on it. She had come by to pick up a box of stuff I was donating to a charity yard sale. I asked her to go around to the other door since she would have to wade through glass to get to the box. I whisk Nate out of the kitchen on my way to the other door and tell the other boys not to move. I load up the box and then come back to deal with the kitchen. One quart size glass bottle produces an incredible amount of glass shards! It took forever to clean up. But seriously, in about 8 months that was the first thing Nate broke while emptying the dishwasher. I think that's pretty good for a 5 year old! But I was sure ready for a nap after all that!

Weee....

The boys like to tell me to get in their airplanes and then they pretend to fly around with me in them. And then I have to get out. Sam comes up to me after he's told me to get in his airplane and flown around for awhile and says "Mom, you're still in my airplane" So I say "Weeee!" And Sam says "You can't say Weee, you're not flying right now." lol, I guess he was right, silly me.

Sam says...

As a preface to this post...a couple weeks ago our oldest dog died....and months ago we found out that we are expecting baby #4 (yeah that's why I haven't thought to post in a while, been busy, and sick)
So Sam walks around saying all the time, with absolute excitment in his voice..."We're getting a new dog AND a new baby!!!!" Such a cutie he is.

watch out for that ball!!

So we assumed it would be Nate that would get hit in the face first with a baseball since he's playing t-ball....but it turned out to be poor little Jacob. Second bloody nose for him...the first was booger picking gone bad =)

t-ball

So Nate is playing t-ball now. I think it will be good for him to get out and about with other kids his age. So during the first practice the coach called them all over and told them to sit down. Nate was the only one left standing. So the coach says "you can sit down Nate" and he says "but I don't feel like sitting down". So he let him stand. It was pretty funny that he was the only one standing...though later we told him in the future to do what the coach wants him to.

Bugs Bugs

It was really cute watching Jacob squeal with delight as he chased an ant....until he squished it with his hand and put it in his mouth!