3 Daddies... H's quote of the day

As we are hurriedly driving away from a picture perfect beautiful day at the park and I'm lecturing middle H. about not meandering somewhere I can't see him and NOT ANSWERING when I am maniacally screaming for him, we pass three workers mowing a lawn in front of a house.

I take little notice.

H. however apparently notices. In his precious little mind, he conjures up and exclaims, "WOW, THAT KID HAS THREE DADDIES!" no joke. He truly, cross my heart said that. He commented about it a couple more times and I simply had no ability to correct his innocence. It was just too sweet to ruin.

Sleepin' With Someone

this post is dedicated to Woody P. Our family loves him like he was one of our own...

As some of you know, Middle H is our gentle-souled one. He loves animals. He frequently shares our home with various live 'things'. He will literally pick bugs out of spider webs in a rescue attempt, he'll carry around a lady bug for an hour and will cry when she falls or leaves on her own accord. He cares for worms and many other unsightly creatures, and he's even been known to pick up spiders. Umm, hello?!?!

His greatest animal love, by far, is for our dog Montgomery. If I scold the Montgomery, I will quickly be scolded by H. "Mommy, he's NOT a bad dog" "Mommy he just wants some food, etc..." If he's waiting at the outside door, "oh, come in good boy, I'm so sorry you are cold." It's a beautiful thing to watch your own child have such a thoughtful heart. Which brings me to the tear-filled eyes that inspired me to post this today. I was gently urging H. that it was time to go in his room for his nap. Not surprisingly, he resisted. After a few more requests by me, he said, "okay, but I'm going to sleep on Montgomery's bed with him." My response, "H., honey, his bed is dirty and he's an old dog and just wants to nap and you can't sleep on the floor!" (Jeez, enough already Mom!) His response? "But you get to sleep with someone everynight and I don't." "I want to sleep with him." He really did have tears in his eyes. Well, off to get the blankets I went - the pillow, the blanket for the FLOOR and the blanket to put on top of my sweet 4 1/2 year old boy. Montgomery wasn't sure what the h. was going on and he entertained the idea for a bit and then much to H.'s sheer sadness, the 'ole boy got up and walked away. Maybe we'll try again tomorrow.

Martha Stewart Jrs I, II & III

For those of you that know our boys, well, they typically leave little doubt that they are in fact, BOYS. They are most often dirty, loud, hungry, outside and holding or using some dangerous object (ladders, screwdrivers, hammers, mallets, scissors to name just a few. ) Now, work with me here, use your imagination and add TAPE, SCISSORS, GLUE, CONSTRUCTION PAPER, PAINT, CRAYONS, GLITTER, BEADS. Oh yes, since Friday we have collectively used every single one of the items listed above. In most abundance? Tape.

The oldest (we'll call him G) picked up a Halloween craft book at his school library last week. I was thrilled! What fun to add to our already festive mood. So, Middle H and Little J and I headed to "stinky" Michael's on Friday to pick up the required items to some of the projects they had chosen to create. By the time we got home Middle H was chomping at the bit to get started on his brown bag witch. I tried to hold him off until Big G came home from school, because oh, did he need a nap, but there were tears and screeches and pleads, PLEADS to get started on the project. Little did I know, this was NOTHING compared to the passion in which big G would create witches, bats, haunted houses, ghosts and everything funny/cute and dare I say scary, he could. Middle H started off with one brown bag headed witch. It was. . . funny looking to say the least, but he is oh-so proud of his witch.

When Big G got home, they cut. They taped. They painted. They pulled yarn. They glued yarn. They taped some more. They added glitter. Tape? Tape you ask? Oh, well, not only do we secure everything together with tape, we secure it to our painted walls and windows with loads and loads and more LOADS of scotch tape. So, my friends, our home is OFFICIALLY decorated for Halloween. We have spider webs, ghosts hanging outside in trees, witches and bats hung and strung and taped everywhere. Is it weird that I actually find this decorating just a tad more fun than Christmas decor? Maybe it's all that wrapping that we DO NOT have to do for Halloween. Just cleaning up bits of yarn, black paper, brown bags, glitter and of course, tape scraps.

One might wonder though, after all this, why we all ate our Friday dinner together wearing "diaper hats?"

Points to ponder about this wacky family out in the 'burbs.