Sharing

I understand that for a three year old the lesson of sharing is really an impossibility. The very idea that something doesn't exist for their pleasure is unheard of. As a mom I would say 50% of my "parenting" is refereeing the division of goods and services between Isaac (2) and Eli (3). But I had to chuckle when I got Eli's daily report from Mother's Day Out.
The topic of the day: Share with Others - Hebrews 13:16.
Teacher's Comments" took a couple of toys from others today"
I mean if you can't demonstrate sharing on the day it is taught, you are kind of a lost cause, right?

Two Minds are "Better" than One

So I have been pretty sick for the past two (going on three days). I have had strep for the first time in a long time and have been miserable. This morning I was trying to catch up on some zzz's. Luckily the kids slept in until 7:00 AM!!!! This is actually a feat - they have been waking up at 5:30 - 6:00. In fact both of them have been in "trouble" this week for wandering out of bed prior to us getting them out of their room. At 7:00 Eli went into Isaac's room and played toys for a good 20 minutes. Then they decided to pay John and I a visit in our room - "to check on us". I think they wanted to know if they would be in trouble for playing outside of their rooms. Eli said "Come on Isaac" and out they went. John and I got a little laugh out of it talking about what a blessing it was that they played so well together.
And then I heard it. Call it a 10th sense, but as a parent you know normal play noises and "out of the ordinary" noises and this was certainly an "out of the ordinary" noise. I wasn't sure what it was, but it sounded like glasses hitting and it was coming from the kitchen - I knew nothing good could come from any of the possible scenarios. So I jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen (I wish I had the camera) - the refrigerator door wass open, the boys had a chair pulled up to the refrigerator, they were both standing on the chair, Eli had horseradish in his hand and was educating Isaac on cooking. I think I startled them, when I said "What are you two doing?" It turns out they were trying to pour a glass a milk. Luckily, they didn't make it that far in their plan or we would have had a real mess on our hands. Two and Three going on Eleven and Twelve. Oh My!

Therapy Terms

Tonight was a pretty uneventful dinner for a Tuesday. The boys go to Mom's Day Out on Tuesdays, so by dinner time they are typically napless and nuts. Tuesday nights are usually for the birds. But tonight had been relatively quite and peaceful.
At the end of dinner Eli looked up and John and I and said in the sweetest voice you can imagine.

Mommy I love you
Daddy, I love you
Sometimes you guys make me so mad

Mom's Day Out must have a nice therapy program...

In tune

I am impressed with how in tune Eli is with his body. This morning during breakfast he said:

"Mom, I don't feel good. My throat hurts."

I was a little concerned since he has never 1) identified his throat before and 2) has never complained about his "throat" hurting him. I even had him say "ahhh" so I could look at his throat. Then he said:

"These shiny raisin bran (aka raisin bran crunch) is making my throat hurt. I think I need to poop."

Hum... I wonder where he thinks his throat is.

Wild Banshee

Do you watch 30 Rock? It is one of my favorites because it is ridiculous. There is a character named Kenneth Parcell who is a page for NBC. He is a naive, straight-laced character, supposedly out of the hills of Virginia/West Virginia. He lands in NY and is oblivious to how out of place he is. Anyway he has an annual party, oh yeah he hands out invitations that are on this big giant pink cupcake cards - it is a really funny episode. Anyway everyone tried to avoid him during his invitation week so they wouldn't have to go because he plays polka music and, well you get the drift. Anyway, Tracy Jordan (one of the outlandish characters) starts a rumor that fall out boy and TI are going to be at the party, and all of the sudden the party is a rage and everyone is going. They show snippets of the party and everyone is crazy out of control. They totally destroy Kenneth's apartment and his innocent party becomes an catastrophe. You should watch the episode. Anyway, my point is that this is what our house is like right now. Isaac has been prescribed a steroid for his breathing issues and the steroids make him nuts. Literally crazy, out-of-control. He is running all over the place - it is like he can't destroy the house fast enough. And Eli, though not on these mind altering steroids, is feeding off Isaac's craziness. The two of them are running laps around the house throwing things. I try to stop it but they just running me down like I am non-existent. This is day 2 of TEN of these steroids. If I have a nervous breakdown you now know why....

In for it

Isaac's newest dinner trick is to wait until we are eating to ask to go peepee. Particularly if he doesn't like what we are eating, we can be assured that there will be multiple bathroom break requests. We take him to the potty prior to dinner, but nothing has seemed to work. He has wised up since we now tell him to hold it if he says he has to pee, he now automatically asks to poop, regardless if that is the need. So the other day John said, after the third request, "If you don't poop you are going to get a spanking." Isaac said ok, so John picked him up and as he was walking out of the dining room you could hear Isaac, voice trailing off, saying, "I'm going to get a spanking."
What a stinker!

I can do it

Isaac is currently experiencing a streak of independence. He can do everything and will absolutely melt down if you in any way shape or form try to speed up the process or correct his efforts. As of late he is insisting on putting the potty seat on the toilet before going peep. Unfortunately, the person using the potty before him (Eli) leaves the toilet seat up. My efforts to date to educate/correct Isaac have been futile. Therefore, Isaac puts the potty seat on a toilet that has the seat up, he sits on the potty seat, both he and the potty seat fall into the water, and then crying ensues because his "butt is all wet".
It was my understanding that your kids were not supposed to think you were a complete moron until well into middle school/high school. Did I miss that "Mom your amazing" stage?