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C’est La Vie

Sorry for my absence. Life has been zooming by. I don’t even know how long it has been since my last post. . . .

Did you all have a good Thanksgiving? We did. My mom and her husband came down for a visit. We had dinner at our house, so my in-laws came over as well. I think Munchkin was in his glory, he had all his favorite people under one roof. We took the boys to go see Wreck-It Ralph that Saturday. They did great and it was a cute movie.

I have been working on my WIC peer counselor training the last few weeks. It is exciting. I get to talk about breastfeeding with pregnant mamas. The boys have been spending a lot of time with Grandma as she has been watching them for me while I do the training and when I clean that house once a week. I am very grateful to have her so close. The boys enjoy going over there. Peanut has an easier time with my leaving then Munchkin does. As soon as I get back to bring them home though, Peanut wants his milkies (which he calls “mine”) immediately.

Peanut has been talking up a storm and repeats everything he hears. Luckily he hasn’t repeated any of the less than nice words that have escaped my mouth on occasion. It is cute listening and watching him copy everything his big brother does.

Munchkin is still in the in-between phase where he wants to be a big boy, but whines and cries because he wants you to help him do everything too. It keeps things interesting. πŸ™‚ I love it when he tries out new words he hears and new gestures too. Today he gave me a thumbs up when I asked him if something was good.

On the animal/homestead end of things, we lost two chickens. I am not sure if it was Lily, who I caught eating them, or if it was the neighbor’s dog that Hubby had chased out of the yard when he caught him going after a chicken.

Lily went into heat and we tried to be diligent, but said neighbor’s dog managed to get hold of her and so now we should have puppies around Christmas. *sigh* Not especially happy, but “c’est la vie”

I was telling Munchkin that Lily has babies in her belly so he needs to not be so rough with her. Tonight he was talking about the babies in his belly. He has 5 or 6 of them in there. We are going to be busy πŸ˜‰

My sister’s rabbit is hilarious. Nothing phases him. He quickly adjusted to the chaos that is our life. He gets free time in the house when the dogs are out. He hops onto the couch, pushes open doors if they aren’t shut tight, steals food off the kid’s table, begs when you are cutting up vegetables. He acts like a one of the dogs or the cats. I got this cute pic of him washing his face. Looks like he is saying “Oh no, what have I done”Β Bandit

Hello

I figured I would say “Hi” to you all while I wait for my cup of tea to finish steeping. I should be going to bed because sleep has been hard to come by with this stupid cold making the rounds. But, I seem to have a frog in my throat that just doesn’t want to move on. So tea and Hello it is. πŸ™‚

We found Rocky a new home. He is living happily on a farm. He has his own little flock of Barred Rock hens to look after. Before we left the farm I picked up two Australorp pullets. I have no pictures yet because the girls, who we have named Dorothy and Rose, have been a little on the shy side. Yes, we have Blanche, Dorothy, and Rose. We just need a Sophia now.

Today Hubby and I started digging out the drainage culvert that divides the property. It was almost flat in some areas. We got about 40 feet of it cleared out today. There is still a lot more to go though. I am already pretty sore, I am hoping tomorrow won’t be too bad.

Munchkin has been super whiny for the last 24 hours. He hasn’t been able to verbalize why he is feeling so sad or angry. Everything has been setting him off though. I’ve been doing my best to keep my cool, it is hard at moments though. I am hoping tomorrow is a better day for him. I hate to see him having a difficult time.

Peanut started saying “sorry” today. Then when we were having some silly time before bed he started saying “I love you”! It was so sweet. That really made my night.

Blah. My throat is getting scratchier by the moment. I don’t want to be sick again! 😦

My Munchkin

Whew! It has been hot, hot, hot the last few days. I am very much looking forward to this weekend. The temp is supposed to be in the upper 70’s instead of the ninety’s and super humid. My mom, aunt, sisters and mother in-law all pitched in and got the boys a swing set, so I am anxious to get that get up. This weekend should be perfect. Munchkin cannot wait. He has been asking everyday if he can swing.

Being 3.5 is hard. For everybody. Munchkin’s ears don’t work very well.

We have to repeat ourselves.

We have to repeat ourselves.

WE HAVE TO REPEAT OURSELVES!

Frequently.

“Don’t climb up there”, “Keep your hands/feet to yourself”, “If your brother is crying, it means you should stop whatever it is you are doing”, “Don’t sit on the dog”, “Get off the lawn mower, it is not a toy”, “Please stop chasing the chickens”, “Stop hissing/screaming in the cat’s face”, “Stop screaming/yelling”. The list goes on and on and on.

Our other thing is that Peanut is learning what he should and should not do. So if he does something that is a should not, Munchkin feels that he should be able to do it as well. And then Peanut does it again because despite our telling him not to, his big brother just did it, so that means he gets to. Do you see the viciousness of this circle?

On the other hand Munchkin is trying very hard to become self-sufficient. He pours his own drinks, makes his own sandwiches and bowls of cereal. He and Peanut both helped unload the dishwasher yesterday. I put Munchkin in charge of silverware. He takes his own showers, although he does still prefer the bath. We collect eggs and vegetables together. We share the responsibility of feeding the animals. He tries to take responsibility for Peanut. He looks out for him, tries to pick up after him. Like just now, Peanut was pulling all the books down. Munchkin told him to stop and very nicely asked me if I could help him for a second.

Fortunately for me, he still loves to snuggle. If we have Β rough patch, we can always sit down for a snuggle to reconnect.

He is growing up physically and emotionally. Yes it is a hard journey for all involved, but I wouldn’t trade a second of it.

making a sandwich

 

 

 

 

Happenings

This week has been busy.

K started her job at the Montessori School. We have been adjusting to the early wake up time and the driving. It’s about an hour and fifteen minutes round trip. We do this in the morning and the afternoon. The boys end up napping when we go to pick her up, so it works out pretty good. I have been trying to take advantage of the trips and attend playdates, hit up the playground, etc. Yesterday we met up with some friends at the splash pad and played in the water for three hours. The boys had a blast and both crashed on the way home.

The boys when we just got to the splash pad

We had a decent storm roll through on the way home yesterday. Just as we were getting into town it started pouring and the wind picked up. Visibility was low, everything was the same color gray. It was crazy. Luckily by the time we reached the house it had died down so we didn’t get drenched trying to get us all unloaded from the car. The animals were not happy though. Lily somehow got loose from her tie-out and was just running amuck. The goats were yelling at the top of their lungs.

And, we were missing a chicken. The White Leghorn, Franny. I searched everywhere and could not find her. Hubby went out later and looked too, but she was nowhere to be found. We did find her this evening. Unfortunately she was not alive. She was in a place Hubby and I had both looked already. We aren’t sure what happened. . .

RIP Franny

Today I came to the realization that Ms. Rocky is actually Mr. Rocky. (“Chandler’s a girl!”, lol thanks K for that Friends memory). His tail feathers are starting to look long and curvy. He and Buffy have been puffing out their neck feathers and kicking their feet up at each other. So now I am starting to wonder about Buffy too. . . .The other morning when I was in the shed and all the chickens were still sitting on their roost (yes, they all now go up there on their own and stay there all night!), someone crowed. I was feeding the goats so I had my back to them. I wasn’t sure who it was and if it was just a fluke. Guess not.

Mr. Rocky

I am excited to see the Perseids tonight. We should have clear skies here in North Mississippi. I love meteor showers. I have fond memories of sitting out in the wee hours wrapped in blankets watching in them. I tried to take Munchkin out before he went to bed to see if we could see any, but he is just entering the “scared” phase. So at every noise he was clinging to me asking “What’s that?” and “I’m scared”. Poor kid. I hope this doesn’t last too long.

Munchkin keeps getting upset with the chickens because they keep running in and eating up the grasshoppers and crickets he is trying to catch. Sometimes it doesn’t bother him and others he comes running to me bawling. I feel bad, but at the same time it is funny.

He has started to put words to his emotions! This is very exciting. We have been trying to help give him those words right along. Lately even more so because he has been physically showing Peanut that he is mad about something. We keep reminding him that we need to use our words not violence. It is paying off πŸ™‚

He has been “reading”, and cutting, and gluing. He can trace his letters and numbers very well and is starting to recognize his numbers. He is such a big boy.

Peanut is turning into a little hellion. He is throwing food around more than eating it now. At least he puts his empty dishes in the sink. He will take things and then run off with them so that you chase after him. It is annoying when it is happening, but as I am typing this I am shaking my head and smiling.

He had an episode the other night of what appears to have been “growing pains”. It was awful. He woke up the next morning perfectly fine. I was very relieved.

As I am typing this out this post, I am listening to bump, thump, crunch as Isis, the cat, is walking around on the roof. I suppose I should go get her down.

Getting ready for bed

Our getting ready for bed routine includes bath time, which I am sure is normal for most households. In the cooler weather we let it slide here and there. These days, the boy get so sweaty and dirty, there is no way they can miss their time in the tub.

Tonight I tried to steal away into the shower. I felt exceptionally gross tonight. K was going to give the boys a bath while I got cleaned up. Peanut didn’t think that was such a great idea and managed to get himself into the bathroom and climbed into the shower fully clothed. I had turned the water on to get it ready and hadn’t even climbed in yet myself. I had to laugh. I got him undressed and he played under the water while I got myself cleaned up.

After the shower he had to brush his teeth. He tries real hard to spit in the sink. It is really cute to watch.

Then he had to sit on his potty. He isn’t actually doing anything on the potty yet. He is just familiarizing himself with it. He will come in and sit on it while one of us is using the bathroom. Of course most of the time he is fully clothed. He sits down and makes ssssssss noises because that is what I do. I tell him to sit on his potty and go pee-pee and then I make the sssssssss noise. So, that is what he thinks he has to do, lol. He insists that he needs to have a piece of toilet paper to wipe himself too. Seriously cute.

 

Then it was Munchkin’s turn. He decided that he would have a shower too. He insisted that he had to do all of it himself. He would not let K touch the water or help him wash up. As result, he took a cold shower, but he was so pleased that he did it all by himself. He even used K’s body wash to wash his hair. As matter of fact, it is still in his hair. . . .I’ll have to have him hop in the shower in the morning to finish rinsing it out. He so gets an “A” for effort tonight πŸ™‚

 

I nursed Peanut to sleep on the couch tonight and transferred him to the bed seamlessly. He slept through the night again last night. I wonder if he will tonight.

Munchkin is currently snuggled with K under a blanket on the couch. He is waiting for Dada to come in to help him brush his teeth and take him to bed.

I will leave you with a picture of Peanut passed out on the boy’s Spiderman couch. He took his nap there yesterday.

Nap time

 

What bedtime rituals do you follow?

Growing up is hard to do

The boys are getting older. They are growing up. It is fun to see all the changes happening, but also makes me sad at the same time. My babies aren’t quite babies anymore.

Peanut

Peanut is trying out new words. He says “Thank you” quite frequently and just this morning tried out “You’re welcome”. Β He says “uh, oh” and “here you go”. He says “what” and the infamous “No”.

He had me help him say “belly button” this morning too. So cute. He says “mama” and “dada” of course.

He doesn’t say dog or cat, but he says “chicken” . He is obsessed with them.

He runs. Is working on jumping. Spins in circles. Climbs on everything.Β The climbing is rough. Nothing is sacred. πŸ˜‰

And of course he wants to do everything his big brother does.

He is so silly. And perpetually dirty these days.

 

Munchkin

Being 3.5 is a very hard age. No longer a toddler, but not quite a preschooler. Kind of like being a pre-teen.

He has so many words, but doesn’t always know how to use them.

He knows all his shapes and colors. He can sing his ABC’s almost perfectly. He is recognizing his numbers.

He wants to do everything himself. Which is great, but not always feasible.

And of course he wants to do everything his little brother does.

Wait.

What?

Yes. Oh the digressions. We have to remind him that he is a big boy and does in fact know how to do certain things. Like getting dressed and using the potty. Or telling us he needs something. He will resort to pointing and saying “uh uh uh”. We remind him to use his words because he does have them.

Yes, he is officially using the potty full time! He has a few accidents here and there, but I am so very proud of him. πŸ™‚

He wants to be just like us grown ups too. He wants to sit in the front seat of the car. He wants to mow the lawn, He wants to wash the dishes and vacuum. We let him help out where we can.

See what I mean though. He is stuck in that in-between area.

Making faces