Latest funny moments of our household:
1. I am vacuuming yesterday and for some reason my kids think that when the vacuum is on, they need to compete with the noise. Seriously, they run around and yell and scream like crazy monkeys at the zoo being teased with bananas or something. But hey, I can vaguely remember in my childhood doing the same thing (it has been a long time). So yesterday I am trying to focus on the loud hum of the vacuum and not the cacouphony of noise coming from my monsters. There is some part of my brain that is registering Joshua standing on the coffee table and singing some kind of opera. Don't know how he knows how to sing like that, but it must be born in him because he loves to sing at the top of his lungs, or not to sing at all, like at church. So anyways, I turn off the vacuum for a moment and Josh is singing "La la la oh oh Fall E-quinox!!"
I start laughing and say "Fall equinox?"
Josh: "Mom, don't laugh at me. It is a real thing."
Me: "I know it is a real thing, but how do you know about it?"
Josh: "Mom, no, it really is a real thing. I learned about it at school, it happens twice a year. Don't laugh at me. And also do you know what is a fun word? Cockleshells."
Then he proceeds to sing the nursery rhyme about Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary...
Need I remind you this child is 6. I still don't really know what an equinox is. Don't worry, I looked it up though so I can at least kind of understand what my child is learning in Kindergarten. The word means "equal night" which means the day and night are the same length of time, it happens in March and September. Fascinating huh?
2. It is around 11:30 last night and Tyson and I are just falling asleep. Andrew had woken up, been fed, and back in bed, so I knew I had at least 2 hours of nice sleep. As the hazy world of dreamland fell upon me I started hearing noises, unusual nighttime noises. Maybe it is a weird protective mom thing, or maybe it is just me, but I have all the regular noises programmed into my head of what should be going on during certain times of the day. The people in the basement might be making noise, I know the sound of the cupboards and doors below us closing, I know the loud hum of the heater, I know the whistle of the train, sometimes the occasional police siren.
But the noise I heard was not one of those noises. It sounded like someone was in the house walking around. Usually when Josh wakes up at night, he turns on all the lights and makes lots of noise, so I knew it wasn't him. So I slink out of bed, ready to take on the intruder with my bare hands. I slowly walk down the hallway (the whole 3 steps) and hear the slam of Caleb turning off the water in the bathroom (he has a hard time turning the faucet off, so he hits it with all his force, it is a distinctive noise). So I instantly relax and try to see him in the dark, but I can't, so I turn on the light. Caleb shielding his eyes, is drying his hands.
Me: "Caleb, how on earth do you pee in the dark?"
Caleb: (totally half asleep and without hesitation) "I have eagle eyes."
Then he stumbles back to bed.
I keep laughing as I go back to bed and try to tell Tyson the funny news, but go figure, he is fast asleep. Lucky for me it was our son, and not an intruder. So I giggle myself to sleep about our eagle eyed child.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
My Growling Tiger
It still amazes me not just how different each of my children is, but how different each experience raising them is. Even just little Andrew, who is almost 8 months old, the whole 8 months have been so different than the first 8 months of my other 3 boys.
I remember Caleb was the SWEETEST baby. Seriously, just adorable, this tiny face, big blue eyes, and was just a smiley little lump. He slept great, eat great, was a little lazy, but just happy and content with life. We moved when he was about six months old, and he just laid around, watching us pack things up, no big deal. You give him his pacifier and he was happy as a clam. Until he turned 2, and well, then he gained an opinion. But until then, man, it was a breeze. I had to remind myself to feed him because he just didn't cry much.
Well, Andrew...not so much. I seriously felt like there were month stretches where he just didn't stop crying or whining or just looked plain miserable. We would get glimpses of what we hoped was his real self, it would last a day, maybe two, and then he was back to cranky Gus.
Don't get me wrong, we still adored him and loved him. But it wasn't always easy to like being around him. Mostly because it broke my heart, I didn't know what else to do. But seriously, the last few weeks, the last month really (minus a few days here and there when the teething has got him to be a bit of a monster), the kid is doing great. And maybe it is because of the prior rough months, but the kid is the CUTEST thing ever! He giggles and growls and just has round, shiny cheeks that make me want to kiss and kiss him.
Tonight he woke up right as the kids were finally going to bed (and by going to bed, I mean actually taking Tyson and I seriously and really staying in bed). I got him out of his crib and fed him and then changed him. He of course, rolled over as soon as I let him and tried to crawl away. His crawl right now kind of resembles...well, I don't know, but he gets on his hands and knees, pumps back and forth and then lunges as far as he can, landing flat on his belly, then army crawls a few times and then starts the process over again. Seriously hilarious and adorable. And he makes this terrifying growling noise the whole time like he is coming for some prey and trying to warn them. I don't know, maybe you just have to see it and hear it for yourself.
So I had to get on the floor and play with the little growling tiger. He just giggled and I don't even know how to say it. But it just made my heart feel full to see the little man cub so happy. And to top it off, he gained half a pound in the last week, so the doctors and me aren't nearly as worried. So thankful for answered prayers and that the Lord continually guides me so I can find out what my kids need to help them best. (Apparently it was multi-grain cereal for babies, worked like a charm).
I just had to write and say how grateful I am for my happy baby. I feel crazy good inside when my kids are happy. Just saying.
I remember Caleb was the SWEETEST baby. Seriously, just adorable, this tiny face, big blue eyes, and was just a smiley little lump. He slept great, eat great, was a little lazy, but just happy and content with life. We moved when he was about six months old, and he just laid around, watching us pack things up, no big deal. You give him his pacifier and he was happy as a clam. Until he turned 2, and well, then he gained an opinion. But until then, man, it was a breeze. I had to remind myself to feed him because he just didn't cry much.
Well, Andrew...not so much. I seriously felt like there were month stretches where he just didn't stop crying or whining or just looked plain miserable. We would get glimpses of what we hoped was his real self, it would last a day, maybe two, and then he was back to cranky Gus.
Don't get me wrong, we still adored him and loved him. But it wasn't always easy to like being around him. Mostly because it broke my heart, I didn't know what else to do. But seriously, the last few weeks, the last month really (minus a few days here and there when the teething has got him to be a bit of a monster), the kid is doing great. And maybe it is because of the prior rough months, but the kid is the CUTEST thing ever! He giggles and growls and just has round, shiny cheeks that make me want to kiss and kiss him.
Tonight he woke up right as the kids were finally going to bed (and by going to bed, I mean actually taking Tyson and I seriously and really staying in bed). I got him out of his crib and fed him and then changed him. He of course, rolled over as soon as I let him and tried to crawl away. His crawl right now kind of resembles...well, I don't know, but he gets on his hands and knees, pumps back and forth and then lunges as far as he can, landing flat on his belly, then army crawls a few times and then starts the process over again. Seriously hilarious and adorable. And he makes this terrifying growling noise the whole time like he is coming for some prey and trying to warn them. I don't know, maybe you just have to see it and hear it for yourself.
So I had to get on the floor and play with the little growling tiger. He just giggled and I don't even know how to say it. But it just made my heart feel full to see the little man cub so happy. And to top it off, he gained half a pound in the last week, so the doctors and me aren't nearly as worried. So thankful for answered prayers and that the Lord continually guides me so I can find out what my kids need to help them best. (Apparently it was multi-grain cereal for babies, worked like a charm).
I just had to write and say how grateful I am for my happy baby. I feel crazy good inside when my kids are happy. Just saying.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Birth Control
I am nigh unto positive the local pharmacy gets the biggest freaking kick out of me. Once a month I go in there to pick up my birth control pills. And usually I bring in four little boys with me, ages 4, 3, 2 and baby.
Like today, we did this. And seriously I feel like I have a stamp on my forehead that says "I NEED birth control!" or "My husband is really attractive, I just can't help myself." Usually the clerk has to contain a smile or won't look me in the eyes or makes some casual reference to how many kids I have. But that's okay.
I was so thankful that today I lectured those kids pretty firmly to be on their VERY best behavior in the store. And they were awesome, they didn't even touch anything (minus Matthew trying to test out all the canes) and we even walked back through the candy aisle (which I thought for sure would end in my utter demise). So of course I gave them each ten skittles when we got home.
Our entrance to the store: Caleb and Logan are walking oh so very slowly, holding hands (I told them to, somehow they help keep each other in check) while I kind of push them along with the car seat that I am lugging along that I swear gains ten pounds everyday even though Andrew is still underweight, and holding very tightly to Matthew's hand. We have to walk to the very back of the store past all the many tempting treats, bottles, packages, etc. And then we walk up to the counter.
Me: "Hi, I have a pick up for Camden Cooper."
Clerk: "Okay..." (typing something into the computer, I'm assuming my name) Then she laughs out loud and quickly stops herself. "Cooper?"
Me: "Yup."
She turns around and goes to get something. She brings it back and as I pay/sign for it, she comments,
"So, four boys huh?"
Me: "Yup." (I am trying not to blush. I think about explaining that one of the little guys isn't biologically mine, but then I realize I have another one at school that is, so what really is the point?)
Clerk: "Hm" I think she was thinking "Does she even know how these pills work?"
I thank her and away we shuffle back out the store. I want so badly to make some funny comment every month like "Yeah, obviously I need these pills" or something clever, but alas, I can't ever think of anything.
But I am so proud of these boys, they are so good and make me proud. I may have lots of them (compared to the worldly standard today), but they are really good kids. I mean, not always, like the time where Matthew tried to grab every pair of glasses off the shelf and Andrew was screaming, or when Caleb and Josh disappeared down an aisle and I had to decide to go find them or keep my place in the eternal line of waiting, or when Caleb was a baby and Josh ran off and I quickly finished paying thinking he would just run around the store but turns out he ran outside into the parking lot (SOO thankful for the clerk that retrieved him). Maybe that is why all the clerks smirk when I walk in, they all remember me and tell my stories so it lives on and on over the years and I will become a local legend. I think I'm okay with that.
But for today, I am so thankful for these boys and their awesome behavior and I am SO thankful for modern medicine in the form of birth control. Cuz as much as I love these boys, I don't think I could handle another just yet.
Like today, we did this. And seriously I feel like I have a stamp on my forehead that says "I NEED birth control!" or "My husband is really attractive, I just can't help myself." Usually the clerk has to contain a smile or won't look me in the eyes or makes some casual reference to how many kids I have. But that's okay.
I was so thankful that today I lectured those kids pretty firmly to be on their VERY best behavior in the store. And they were awesome, they didn't even touch anything (minus Matthew trying to test out all the canes) and we even walked back through the candy aisle (which I thought for sure would end in my utter demise). So of course I gave them each ten skittles when we got home.
Our entrance to the store: Caleb and Logan are walking oh so very slowly, holding hands (I told them to, somehow they help keep each other in check) while I kind of push them along with the car seat that I am lugging along that I swear gains ten pounds everyday even though Andrew is still underweight, and holding very tightly to Matthew's hand. We have to walk to the very back of the store past all the many tempting treats, bottles, packages, etc. And then we walk up to the counter.
Me: "Hi, I have a pick up for Camden Cooper."
Clerk: "Okay..." (typing something into the computer, I'm assuming my name) Then she laughs out loud and quickly stops herself. "Cooper?"
Me: "Yup."
She turns around and goes to get something. She brings it back and as I pay/sign for it, she comments,
"So, four boys huh?"
Me: "Yup." (I am trying not to blush. I think about explaining that one of the little guys isn't biologically mine, but then I realize I have another one at school that is, so what really is the point?)
Clerk: "Hm" I think she was thinking "Does she even know how these pills work?"
I thank her and away we shuffle back out the store. I want so badly to make some funny comment every month like "Yeah, obviously I need these pills" or something clever, but alas, I can't ever think of anything.
But I am so proud of these boys, they are so good and make me proud. I may have lots of them (compared to the worldly standard today), but they are really good kids. I mean, not always, like the time where Matthew tried to grab every pair of glasses off the shelf and Andrew was screaming, or when Caleb and Josh disappeared down an aisle and I had to decide to go find them or keep my place in the eternal line of waiting, or when Caleb was a baby and Josh ran off and I quickly finished paying thinking he would just run around the store but turns out he ran outside into the parking lot (SOO thankful for the clerk that retrieved him). Maybe that is why all the clerks smirk when I walk in, they all remember me and tell my stories so it lives on and on over the years and I will become a local legend. I think I'm okay with that.
But for today, I am so thankful for these boys and their awesome behavior and I am SO thankful for modern medicine in the form of birth control. Cuz as much as I love these boys, I don't think I could handle another just yet.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Six Months Young
I really can't complain, because little Andrew isn't horrible and he doesn't have serious health issues, but I have realized that near constant sadness, crankiness, irritability of one of my kids for an unknown reason will drive me completely bonkers. I think I held it together pretty good, but there were many moments that I felt very un-Cami and so horrible to be around. We never went anywhere because if you messed with his schedule (or lack thereof), then well, you could kiss any what would have been happiness from the little guy, goodbye. He puked constantly, seriously, I would pick him up. Puke. Set him down, clean it all up, clean me up. Pick him up. Puke. Or he would just puke while he was laying there. I changed what I ate, drank more water, tried not to move him at all after feeding him, nothing worked. Well, not eating chocolate helped, and I really did try. Blast Caleb and his tattle telling.
Caleb: (whispering) "Andrew, I am so sorry, I saw Mom eat a Hershey kiss. You are going to puke and be so sad now. Mom wasn't very nice to you."
Yup. What a stinker.
Anyways, I think little Andrew is finally outgrowing his pukey, cranky phase. And believe me, it is like spring time. I feel like dancing every time I get the kid out of his crib. He still isn't the happiest of kids, but he is soooooooooooooooo much better.
He figured out how to roll over from his back to his tummy, and today he rolled back several times. But I think he thought one of his big brothers rolled him back because it freaked him out and he cried a lot. But so funny and so bizarre to baby proof things again.
He has the sweetest smile, with his one dimple, and he giggles, oh does he giggle. And we have nicknamed him Tigger and Thumper since he is constantly bouncing and kicking, like seriously ALWAYS. The other night I woke up to this super loud thumping noise. So I follow the noise in the dark and what do I find, little Andrew curling up his legs and them throwing them down to make a loud thump in his crib. Yup, wide awake in the middle of the night, just making noise. What a boy.
So yeah, we all just love him to pieces. All day long his brothers are kissing him, hugging him, tugging on him, or in Matthew's case trying to shove all kinds of things in his mouth or "swinging" him in his bouncer/jumper. Seriously, he is one loved little fellow.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
You Just Had to Marry Him
On this fabulously warm day (in comparison to the last several far below freezing days), Tyson and I took are little ones to the LDS temple in DC. It is quite the drive with four small boys, but as Tyson is wonderful and often reminds me, we are very blessed that it is within a days drive and we can go as often as we are able to. Plus, it is so good for our boys to see us making a sacrifice to go to the Lord's house. So I repent and try to have a better and more optimistic perspective.
So anyways, we get there around noon and Tyson goes inside the temple to do some work and I hang outside with the boys (we switch off every time we go, this time was Tyson's turn). Our boys are so good, it just makes me so happy. I didn't dread watching four little boys for two hours by myself out of the home (it really freaks me out taking all of them anywhere). But at the temple, it is just different. The boys are so happy to be there, and the visitors center is full of videos from apostles and stories about Jesus. Plus, Oma gave them crayons and coloring books, so Caleb was in heaven (and she was there with Carmel and took the three older ones ALL the way home, so they are pretty much amazing).
But before all that, I walked the boys around the temple, kind of to get their energy out, but also to get them as close to the temple as they can be at this point in their lives. It is such a special place. So we are walking around and I stop them at a point in the sidewalk.
Me: "Guys, guess what happened here 8 years ago?"
Caleb: "I dunno."
Me: "Right at this spot, almost to the day, 8 years ago, this is where Daddy held my hand for the first time."
They all looked surprised and excited. So cute.
Josh: "Really!? Right here?"
Me: "Yup."
Josh: "Wow, is that when you were dating him?"
Me: "Well, after that we started dating."
Josh: "And then you just had to marry him."
Me: "Yup, I couldn't help it."
Josh: "That is because he loves you so much, you just had to give in."
Me: (laughing of course) "Yeah, you got that right. That is basically how it happened. And then he gave me four adorable boys. So I am basically the luckiest girl in the world."
Josh: "Pretty much."
So ladies and gentlemen, driving all that way was so worth it. If anything, just to remind me more than usual, I am one lucky girl.
So anyways, we get there around noon and Tyson goes inside the temple to do some work and I hang outside with the boys (we switch off every time we go, this time was Tyson's turn). Our boys are so good, it just makes me so happy. I didn't dread watching four little boys for two hours by myself out of the home (it really freaks me out taking all of them anywhere). But at the temple, it is just different. The boys are so happy to be there, and the visitors center is full of videos from apostles and stories about Jesus. Plus, Oma gave them crayons and coloring books, so Caleb was in heaven (and she was there with Carmel and took the three older ones ALL the way home, so they are pretty much amazing).
But before all that, I walked the boys around the temple, kind of to get their energy out, but also to get them as close to the temple as they can be at this point in their lives. It is such a special place. So we are walking around and I stop them at a point in the sidewalk.
Me: "Guys, guess what happened here 8 years ago?"
Caleb: "I dunno."
Me: "Right at this spot, almost to the day, 8 years ago, this is where Daddy held my hand for the first time."
They all looked surprised and excited. So cute.
Josh: "Really!? Right here?"
Me: "Yup."
Josh: "Wow, is that when you were dating him?"
Me: "Well, after that we started dating."
Josh: "And then you just had to marry him."
Me: "Yup, I couldn't help it."
Josh: "That is because he loves you so much, you just had to give in."
Me: (laughing of course) "Yeah, you got that right. That is basically how it happened. And then he gave me four adorable boys. So I am basically the luckiest girl in the world."
Josh: "Pretty much."
So ladies and gentlemen, driving all that way was so worth it. If anything, just to remind me more than usual, I am one lucky girl.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
"Satan! I know him!"
My little Caleb is such a quiet little person (unless he is sick and then the ENTIRE world will know it). He just works calmly most of the day and when he does speak it is pretty profound. Sometimes it is goofy or terrifying (his imagination is a little violent), but he always makes us laugh. And he is so thoughtful.
The other day he was washing his hands and he looks at me and says "Mom, was today hard for you? Josh was home from school and you watched two other kids besides me and Josh and Andrew and Matthew. Are you tired?"
It was just so sweet because yes it is hard for me, but I don't mind it. I really didn't think any of the kids notice since they are usually in their own worlds. So I picked him up and hugged him tight for caring about me.
Today while I was reading Elder Scott's talk from this past General Conference found here, Caleb came up and snuggled right next to me and asked me to read it out loud. So I did and every few sentences he would make his own comments, most of the time it had nothing to do with what I was reading. Then I read "Satan would attempt to exploit" and Caleb says "SATAN! I know him. Well, I know about him. That is what I learned about on that Sunday that you asked me and I couldn't remember."
I am thinking "oh, wow, please, keep going. And please tell me you didn't learn something that will make your imagination even more terrifying."
He continued, "I learned that Jesus's plan is better than Satan's. And the people that weren't righteous didn't get bodies and they live with Satan. Right, Mom?"
"Wow, Caleb, good job. The people that chose to follow Jesus got to come to Earth and get bodies and we keep trying to be righteous here. So you learned that at church?"
Caleb: "Yup, my teachers taught me."
me: "Sister Epps?"
Caleb: "Yeah, and the other one."
(Sister Diaz, if you read this, we are trying to get him to actually say your name. But thank you both for teaching Caleb so well. It is so wonderful to know he is learning so many gospel truths)
So, don't be surprised if your kids know all kinds of things that you didn't think they would understand. They are smarter than you think.
The other day he was washing his hands and he looks at me and says "Mom, was today hard for you? Josh was home from school and you watched two other kids besides me and Josh and Andrew and Matthew. Are you tired?"
It was just so sweet because yes it is hard for me, but I don't mind it. I really didn't think any of the kids notice since they are usually in their own worlds. So I picked him up and hugged him tight for caring about me.
Today while I was reading Elder Scott's talk from this past General Conference found here, Caleb came up and snuggled right next to me and asked me to read it out loud. So I did and every few sentences he would make his own comments, most of the time it had nothing to do with what I was reading. Then I read "Satan would attempt to exploit" and Caleb says "SATAN! I know him. Well, I know about him. That is what I learned about on that Sunday that you asked me and I couldn't remember."
I am thinking "oh, wow, please, keep going. And please tell me you didn't learn something that will make your imagination even more terrifying."
He continued, "I learned that Jesus's plan is better than Satan's. And the people that weren't righteous didn't get bodies and they live with Satan. Right, Mom?"
"Wow, Caleb, good job. The people that chose to follow Jesus got to come to Earth and get bodies and we keep trying to be righteous here. So you learned that at church?"
Caleb: "Yup, my teachers taught me."
me: "Sister Epps?"
Caleb: "Yeah, and the other one."
(Sister Diaz, if you read this, we are trying to get him to actually say your name. But thank you both for teaching Caleb so well. It is so wonderful to know he is learning so many gospel truths)
So, don't be surprised if your kids know all kinds of things that you didn't think they would understand. They are smarter than you think.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Charlie Brown Syndrome
"Hey Josh," pause "Josh" nothing "Joshua" still nothing "JOSHUA!"
Then he casually glances up like "is someone saying something?"
All kids go through the selective listening phase right? That I understand. The "I know Mom is trying to get my attention but I really don't want to respond" ignoring me. Okay, I know how to deal with that, kind of.
But this is a new 'not listening' phase. It is like he really doesn't hear me. And the worst is when he is looking at my face while I am talking, he doesn't even understand what I am saying.
"Josh, hey, can you go get your shoes on?"
"What?"
"Go get your shoes on."
"What?"
"YOUR-SHOES-GO-PUT-THEM-ON-YOUR-FEET"
"I don't understand anything you are saying."
Or just today, no joke, this is exactly what happened:
Logan found a car Josh was looking for all morning, so he hands it to Josh. Josh just takes it and keeps playing.
Me: "Josh....Josh...Joshua...HEY JOSH!"
Josh looks up, finally.
Me: "Hey, Logan just gave you your car, tell him thank you."
He looks confused.
Me: "Logan, you know him? Tell him THANK YOU"
Josh: "Okay..."
Then he walks right past Logan and back towards the bedrooms. I am thinking what on earth? So I follow him and he is trying to pull Andrew out of his crib.
Me: "Josh, what are you doing?"
Josh: "Isn't this what you said to do?"
So my question is, how does "tell Logan thank you" and "go wake up the baby and take him out of his crib" sound ANYTHING alike?
All the older boys are playing by each other. Josh's dinosaurs are talking REALLY loud. So Caleb keeps telling Josh "be quieter, I can't think!" but Josh is totally not listening.
Me: "JOSH! Please be quieter, you are being really loud."
Josh: "Why!!! I don't need to go to the bathroom."
Me: "I didn't say anything about going to the bathroom, I said to be quiet."
Josh mutters: "I don't understand anything she is saying."
So, I have come to the conclusion that I am the adult in Charlie Brown's life. All Josh hears is "WA-WA-WA" Is this normal? Cuz, I am not sure how much more I can take. Maybe I need to try the whisper approach, or act like I don't understand him. There has got to be a better way than this Charlie Brown lifestyle, although it is pretty funny after the moments are over, especially picturing everything that comes out of my mouth as deep, wordless noise.
Then he casually glances up like "is someone saying something?"
All kids go through the selective listening phase right? That I understand. The "I know Mom is trying to get my attention but I really don't want to respond" ignoring me. Okay, I know how to deal with that, kind of.
But this is a new 'not listening' phase. It is like he really doesn't hear me. And the worst is when he is looking at my face while I am talking, he doesn't even understand what I am saying.
"Josh, hey, can you go get your shoes on?"
"What?"
"Go get your shoes on."
"What?"
"YOUR-SHOES-GO-PUT-THEM-ON-YOUR-FEET"
"I don't understand anything you are saying."
Or just today, no joke, this is exactly what happened:
Logan found a car Josh was looking for all morning, so he hands it to Josh. Josh just takes it and keeps playing.
Me: "Josh....Josh...Joshua...HEY JOSH!"
Josh looks up, finally.
Me: "Hey, Logan just gave you your car, tell him thank you."
He looks confused.
Me: "Logan, you know him? Tell him THANK YOU"
Josh: "Okay..."
Then he walks right past Logan and back towards the bedrooms. I am thinking what on earth? So I follow him and he is trying to pull Andrew out of his crib.
Me: "Josh, what are you doing?"
Josh: "Isn't this what you said to do?"
So my question is, how does "tell Logan thank you" and "go wake up the baby and take him out of his crib" sound ANYTHING alike?
All the older boys are playing by each other. Josh's dinosaurs are talking REALLY loud. So Caleb keeps telling Josh "be quieter, I can't think!" but Josh is totally not listening.
Me: "JOSH! Please be quieter, you are being really loud."
Josh: "Why!!! I don't need to go to the bathroom."
Me: "I didn't say anything about going to the bathroom, I said to be quiet."
Josh mutters: "I don't understand anything she is saying."
So, I have come to the conclusion that I am the adult in Charlie Brown's life. All Josh hears is "WA-WA-WA" Is this normal? Cuz, I am not sure how much more I can take. Maybe I need to try the whisper approach, or act like I don't understand him. There has got to be a better way than this Charlie Brown lifestyle, although it is pretty funny after the moments are over, especially picturing everything that comes out of my mouth as deep, wordless noise.
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