Fly

One of my blogging idols, Karen (Baking in a Tornado), has organized a very clever monthly segment that I am lucky to be a part of for February.  I am very grateful for the positive example she is and the hard work she does to unite the blogging community.  Karen, your blog ethic is very admirable!  

The segment:

Have you ever thought about what people might think if they saw what goes on behind-the-scenes at your house? Do you ever wonder what it would be like to catch a glimpse of someone else’s daily life? Here’s your chance. Today 15 bloggers are inviting you into their homes to be a fly on the wall.

This dream is starting to feel a little too real.  Bizarre unconsciousness meeting warm  slow consciousness. Ugh. Why?

"Mommy!"
"Cuddle!"
"Please!"

The 2 yo (aka Bug) has beckoned.  Must be 7 am.   I grab my pillow and blanket and head to his room.  I climb into his bed to be poked in the ear and have "milk" repeated an insane amount of times until I give up all hope of cuddling.

This happens every morning and it's too cute to annoy me, even though he never cuddles.  I let it go on because our baby boy just started really talking last month.

The 4 yo (aka Brubber) sings a lot.  His life is a song.  Like his parents, he never gets the lyrics right.

'She dreams of para para paradot'

'She dreams of para para paraninjas'

Chris Martin, if you ever need an understudy, ring me on the tele (please reread that in a british accent)!

Mid diaper change...

Me: "Bug, do you think you might start going big boy potty soon?"

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly raises his right hand to insert his pointer finger into his nostril.

Me:  "I'll take that as a strong maybe?"

Blank stare with finger still up his nose.  I resume changing his diaper.  Obviously this isnt a good time, so we can discuss it later.

via my old cell (rip)

A girlfriend comes over.  I make us lunch but scarf down mine while preparing hers.  Both boys know that if mom has a visitor, she's distracted.

They act like gerbils on cat nip.

I yell "Run one more time and it's a time out!"  They wait til the convo with my girl starts back up and then run laps around the entire first floor.

"Time Out!"  They drop like flies.  2 minutes and Bug is released. 4 minutes and Brubber is released.

Convo resumes and so does the running.  Scenario repeats about 3 more times then I've had it.  It is naptime!

I put the turkeys to bed to return downstairs and have some delicious tea and conversation in peace. mmm...peaceful tea 

Me:  "Bug, can you come give mommy a big fat kiss?"

Bug:  "No!"

Me: "Please!"

Bug:  "Dow wand dew!" (trans. dont want to)

Brubber:  "I'll give you a kiss mom."

The boys make eye contact.

Brubber's words register in Bug's head!

They look at me.

They haul ass from their spots!

Each boy lands in his respective arm and I squeeze them as tight as I can until they wriggle away...or start slapping each other.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                                     

http://www.bigaandlittlea.com/                                  

http://hypnoticbard.blogspot.com/                        

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/                               

http://sadderbutwiser.wordpress.com                       

http://followmehome.shellybean.com                      

http://stacysewsandschools.wordpress.com/             

http://menopausalmother.blogspot.com/              

http://www.dontchewonthedinnertable.blogspot.com    

http://mybrainonkids.net/                                                                      

http://www.therowdybaker.com                                      

http://smn0409.blogspot.com/                                  

http://www.theblacksheepmom.blogspot.com  

http://raising-reagan.com/                

http://mooreorganizedmayhem.blogspot.com/