The Adventures in motherhood

These last few weeks have brought about new and not so exciting moments as a mother and aunt. My Dylan has finally hit the terrible threes. Everyone says it the terrible two's but OH MY GOSH, three doesn't even come close to that of the two year old behavior. Dylan is a nightmare, literally! I actually wake up in the morning hoping that I am dreaming and that I can go back to sleep without having to see or hear my child. (I know this sounds awful, but I know all of you mothers out there have experienced this at one time or another, don't pretend you haven't). Dylan is so hyperactive, and so sassy! Lately he has started using my phrases such as, "I have asked you 3 times, please get me some juice!", or, "I told you, you needed to get me some juice". He also starting to ask the infamous "why" after everything I ask him to do. The most frustrating thing of all however, are the tantrums that he throws every 30 seconds. He spills his food, "waah"; he can't find his car, "waah"; Sydney is reading one of his books or playing with one of his toys, "wahh"; he put his shoe on the wrong foot, "waah". It is so annoying! There are so many days where I just go to th bathroom and lock the door only to just sob into my hands. (Of course there is kicking and screaming outside the door due to the fact that my kids do not like giving me an ounce of privacy, awesome eh?) Luckily, Sydney hit some kind of milestone and is easier than ever! I guess it is a good trade off right? I always think of the quote, "God never gives us more than we can handle", and I am comforted by the fact that he is looking out for me by helping me out even if it is just making one kid easier when the other is a beast...If Dylan had hit his terrible threes two months ago, I don't know how I would have survived. You've gotta see the poitive right?

Ok, as for another event that took place this week that I want to keep as a not so proud memory was this: I was getting the kids out of the bath, and after drying off Syd I went to dry off Dylan. All of a sudden, I see out of the corner of my eye Sydney playing with something in her hands. I went over to see what it was, and oh yes, it was non other than her own feces. I am pretty sure she had put some in her mouth too as evidenced by the smear on her lower cheek. Nasty!

Lastly, I had another Aunt moment that I was not so proud of this week. My oldest Nephew, Conner, is 14. Let me first preface this by saying that when we went to the beach in Florida last summer, I was hit hard by a wave and came up out of the water with my top a bit skewed (meaning off on one side). Of all people that could have been there to see it, to my horror I see my nephew Conner looking right at me, or should I say, "them". Ughh, his face turned beet red, and we haven't spoken of it since. So, a few days ago, I was getting in the shower when all of a sudden I heard a noise in my living room, I went to go check on Dylan and to my astonishment, there was Conner seeing me in nothing but my birthday suit, YET AGAIN! Full Blown! I quickly turned around and yelled in mortification, "Cameron, I did it again!" Horrible! I am so sorry Heidi, and so so so sorry to you Conner!

So there it is. I will end with a Dylan quote of the week, "If mommy's a nice mommy, she wouldn't take juice from little people."