Mommy's going potty

Today while I was using the restroom I heard my phone ring, once. I came out to find William talking on my phone. He had opened the baby gate to get to my phone. I asked him who he was talking to and he said "grandma". I took the phone from him and my mom was on the phone. She said he answered the phone and said:
"Hello? momma's goin' potty and I opened the gate and answered the phone cuz I wanted to talk on the phone. Hello?"

There are no secrets in this house....

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to my boys. I am slightly miffed that you both shunned the 3 foot lifelike ride-on dinosaur and instead were obsessed with the $5 light sabers.

...and Christmas comes early for Ben

While I was working yesterday Ryan, the husband, was home with the boys. As he is addicted to nicotine he left the boys in the living room and went down to the basement to smoke a cigarette. He returned upstairs a few minutes later to find Benjamin under the tree opening all the presents. We had 5-6 presents there for various family members and apparently Ben decided all the presents were his and he didn't want to wait until Christmas morning.

I hate wrapping presents and I REALLY hate re-wrapping presents.

Party Animals

While driving to a Christmas party this weekend I was singing songs with the boys. They continued to tell me to stop singing. Finally I said, "We are PARTY animals and we are going to a party!".

William said, "Yep and you are a party hippo."

Nice...real nice.

Give me knuckles

I took the boys to get their pictures taken at a local JC Penney store. William was great. He's 3 and all about the cheese picture. He cooperated and did everything the photographer asked of him. Benjamin, on the other hand, was not so good. He refused to cooperate. He cried, he kicked, his nose snotted up. It was fun. We get a picture where he isn't screaming and call it a day. The photographer kneels down in front of William and compliments him on being so good. She balls up her fist and says "good job, buddy, give me knuckles." My good son, my angel, balled up his fist and punched her in the face. She fell down and my jaw dropped open.

Not my the best parenting day, but somehow I am guessing not my worst, either. Time will tell.

Pickling my boys

I am a mom of two small boys. My oldest boy is William, 3 years old, and my youngest is Benjamin, 2 years old. I have realized that while they will probably drive me crazy for the next 50 years or so, they will also make me laugh. I want to preserve those memories, those anecdotes that I tell at the water cooler, the stories that force me to pick up the phone and commiserate with my mom about raising children. The stories which when told to my mom, prompts my mom to say, "You deserve that, I told you so". This blog is dedicated to the antics of two little boys who are out to take over the world.