Saturday, August 23, 2014

Just Plain Cute

As I write this, I am just stepping away from a 30 minute bedtime tantrum.  Being three years old at bedtime apparently means you need to have a tantrum.  Being three years old and two years old also apparently means that you have reached the conclusion that you are all that and a bag of chips.  (Did I just date myself?)  It's like a full assault on my parental authority every day.  It's not for the faint of heart.

With that being said, sometimes I just need to remember the preciousness these sweet boys let me see between the episodes of sin taking over.  Behold, the cuteness of my kids:

~One of the boys' favorite shows is PBS's Dinosaur Train.  The conductor dinosaur has a line that he says every episode when the time tunnel is approaching.  They haven't quite figured out the word "approaching," but can be heard multiple times a day yelling, "Time tunnel!  Time tunnel carunchering!"

~When The Hubs comes home from work and opens the garage door to park the car, the boys always get really excited.  One day I said, "Daddy's here, let's go give him hugs."  Little Brother marched in to where Tim was and announced, "Hi Dad.  It time to hug."

~On another day after Tim returned from work, Little Brother kept trying to get his attention.  When Tim finally answered, LB pointed at me and said with attitude, "There's your bebe."  I guess Tim hadn't kissed me hello quick enough!

~The other day some rain clouds were headed our way so we prompted the boys to pray with us, asking God for some rain.  Immediately after, Big Brother kept saying, "There's no rain.  God said no."  But about 10 minutes later when it started raining he exclaimed, "God said yes!!"

~One morning I heard a little more rustling in the boys' bedroom than normal before I went in to get them for breakfast.  What would I find upon entering?  A naked Little Brother (who still wears diapers, mind you) with the bathroom door open and sopping wet jammer bottoms in his hand.  Apparently, the water in the toilet no longer needed to be in the toilet, but rather on the bathroom floor.  And what else would one use to do that other than the pants they had been wearing to sleep in, I ask?  When Big Brother (who is normally rather bossy and likes to have a say in everything Little Brother does) was questioned he said, "I just watched."

~ Conversation at Hobby Lobby:
BB: Is there a potty here?
Me: Yes, there is.
BB: Ok, I'm about to pee myself.
Me: Well, that sounds like a problem.
If you could only have seen the look on the face of the woman perusing the aisle as her eyes locked with mine briefly before she quickly skittered away.  (We made it, by the way.  Bravo, Big Brother!)

~Little Brother loves drinking from a "big boy cup."  So much so that he usually gets overly excited and spills it on himself at the very least.  He really has been doing pretty well, but the other day I found him giving his teddy bear a drink... all over the kitchen floor.

~During a recent snack, Big Brother began pensively stroking his chin and cheek.  He then stated, "I have a beard like Daddy.  Mama, you don't have a beard.  You have a mouth."  Obviously, the opposite of a beard is a mouth.

~Our boys usually share a bedroom, but unfortunately, because of aforementioned shenanigans, they don't usually get to fall asleep in the same room.  The other night when The Hubs went to move Little Brother back to his bed, he walked into our spare room and walked right back out, not with our child, but with his diaper that was found just inside the door.

~As we move closer to adoption, we have begun to talk more long-term with our boys.  We had not done so before, because we didn't want to tell them things that might not be true.  One of the phrases we've introduced is, "I'm going to be your Mama (or Daddy) forever!"  This has been met with some resistance from Big Brother.  Quite understandably.  How is a three year old supposed to process having one family and then without warning being transplanted to a new family?  But a few days ago, I could tell he was thinking.  He asked, "Mama?  You're gonna be my Mama forever?"  I said, "Yes!  I am!" His reply was the sweetest, most heart melting, precious thing he's ever said to me.  "And I'm gonna be your Big Brother forever!"

Do we have hard days?  Yes.  Find me a parent that says otherwise and I'll call them a liar.  But, are these boys precious?  Absolutely!

In other news...
here are some before and afters of our bathroom remodel that took place a year ago.  I thought I would share them in honor of us hanging the mirror today.  It's only slightly embarrassing that it took us that long.
This was the best this bathroom could look without
starting over.

Note the toilet paper dispenser on the wall across the
room from the toilet.  That's normal.
Only picture I got of the process.  Give me a break-
we were on day one of being parents.
Slight improvement.  Ha!
The mirror that took a year to hang.
And toilet paper in an appropriate place!
If you look close, you can see two dimpled chins.  :)
The training potty is also new in the last year.
We love the bathroom now!  So thankful for our contractor who made lots of decisions for us because I could literally not think about one more thing in the first few days of welcoming our guys.

Glad you were curious enough to read.