Thursday, September 22, 2016

life::an outtake.

I sat on my kitchen counter and drank wine and ate cold tater tots and chicken nuggets after 8pm - the first chance I had to have dinner after getting home from work.

We're not quite 2 months in, and I feel that I have officially arrived to 3. THREE. (If I spell it out, does it add drama?) I walked into the boys' bedroom to the sounds of protest from the 3-year-old and complaints from the 6-year-old who "ALWAYS" cleans Brooks' messes as Colby was instructing the boys to clean their bedroom that now resembled a war zone. The moment I knew I had arrived looked something like this:

Brooks, it's time to clean up.
We'll have to start taking away the toys you don't help to clean up.
You helped to make the mess, now it's time to help clean it.
Let's put your blankets out in the hallway for bedtime until you're ready to clean.
No. *looks at me, picks up bin of approximately 96 marble run pieces and dumps onto floor.*
And now you have to clean that up, too.
*picks up a piece from the ground and throws across room*

A few more acts of deliberate mess-making and a threat (and follow-through) of soap in the mouth for saying "no" to mommy followed, with no signs of toddler relenting any time soon.

I was instantly angered to the point I wanted to scream at my 3-year-old. But as fast as it came on it was quickly replaced with feelings of devastation and defeat.

I was backed into a corner, and felt completely helpless as to what my next move should be. After a quick moment of internal panic I decided he would be confined to my lap in the middle of the mess he just created until he was ready to pick up. And I knew I had to see it through. It was a good 45 minutes of throwing pieces across the room, physically constraining him to my lap, and talking calmly through his screaming and tears before he finally put his first piece into the bin.

With 18 pieces remaining (Owen counted), he had hit a wall, and so had I. It was the end of our Mexican standoff - now past the boys' bedtime, and Owen watching him from his bed, he so desperately wanted to be done with his torture. Has asked, "Owen pick it up?"

Me:"You are welcome to ask him."
Brooks: "Owen.. help pick up please?"
Owen: "Okay. I'll do all of these and leave you just this one."

I helped the boys get the lid back onto the bin. High fived Brooks and Owen and thanked them for picking up. Without bedtime stories or prayers or prompts to get into proper jammies or brush their teeth, I walked out and closed their bedroom door.

Then I walked downstairs and sat on my kitchen counter and drank wine and ate cold tater tots and chicken nuggets after 8pm - the first chance I had to have dinner after getting home from work.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

my weekend in photos.

Having spent a few weekends out of town already this summer, we made no plans for our Labor Day weekend. Since my running partners were both heading to their respective lake weekends, I snuck a run in early on Friday - my greatest and longest training run to date. Really proud of this run -- for my pace, distance, and how I felt.

We decided to start our long weekend off with a family dinner outing at our favor burger spot on gift cards, which was an extra bonus.

The weather was pretty spectacular to kick off our weekend. 

I turned around Saturday morning to head back out for breakfast with my sister-in-law on a gorgeous fall-like morning on the patio.

We had Colby's aunt and uncle over for some football and food before we decided to jump on an invitation to spend a couple of days out of town with friends.

We packed up the crew and headed west into the vast nothingness that is western Kansas until we happened into a little town with a well-known (in golfer world) golf course to celebrate a friend's birthday.

Colby and Owen were in golf heaven, as were my toddlers with the new scenery and golf carts and hotel and sand bunkers and pool and freedom.

While the boys golfed, I spent time at the pool and a local nature center with the ladies and rest of the kids. Sharing one hotel room with 3 kids - two of which are not excellent sleepers - was a bit of a challenge.. but we survived the hour of "hell" that was bedtime and deemed it a small price to pay for a really fun weekend with our friends.

Capitalized on the opportunity for a family photo!

I really was loving the views from the road of our flyover state.

We arrived home to our pups, and settled in for the last evening of summer with some baths and laundry and back to school prep.

Monday, August 29, 2016

my weekend in photos.

We had a soggy and muggy weekend here in KC.

We continued our quest to getting Brooks fully potty trained, and he continues to do a fabulous job at home, but the fear of all other potties besides his own still exists.

We had an eventless weekend - a cancelled soccer game, and most of our weekend spent close to home. 

 Got in an extra mile this weekend, 6 of them with my fav running partner. It felt less than great during the run, but was proud to finish.

Got creative in the kitchen and made some sweet potato chips  - the kids are anti-sweet potatoes.. even in the chip form, but Colby and I didn't have any problem gobbling them up on our own.

My little entrepreneur out selling some rocks in the neighborhood. 

Sweetest boy.

Bedtime chillaxin'.

She's my favorite girl.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

life::an outtake.

He was sent to his room, and golf taken away for the remainder of his day. I don't even remember the reason, but likely because he lost his cool. It was devastation at it's worst, given that golf is what he spends every ounce of his free time doing. He spent quite awhile in his room (beyond what was required) before he came downstairs carrying this stool with his Deanna Rose Farmstead rock "mining" collection displayed on top. Each rock was accompanied by a piece of paper with a price ranging from "free" to "2.00," and he walked out to the end of our driveway and sat, waiting for a neighbor to walk by. Since it was crazy hot, muggy, and the middle of the day, we didn't see a soul. Feeling tenderhearted, I sent Sadie (& Daddy) out with a dollar to purchase a rock. Both parties were equally pleased with the exchange (seriously, Sadie couldn't have been happier with her new rock), and I was feeling really proud of my little entrepreneur's creativity and assertiveness.. and ability to rebound from an unfavorable situation, which is sometimes (often) difficult to do. I made sure he knew.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

my weekend in photos.

THIS WEEKEND WEATHER, ohemgee. We had a little tease of fall-like temps, and it was incredible. 

Friday night we went to the pool with our neighbor friends for dinner, while the kids braved the chilly water.

I had gone into the weekend deciding to make no other plans aside from sticking at home with my 3 year old for a round of potty training bootcamp. So on Saturday, I did just that. But not until after I got in a **7** mile run with my running bestie. AND some hot drinks for the hubby and me since the cool morning warranted such.

It was a rough start to the morning with an underwear protest, but it was soon forgotten with an offer to go outside to play golf.  And scoot. And play in the dirt.

This little lady made a perfect sidekick for the weekend, finding herself seated right next to me on many occasions. Just the sweetest.

Meanwhile, Owen and Colby were off playing their own round of golf. Owen has his cousin's set of clubs on loan, and he was o.ver.the.moon. to get to play the course with Dad.

It was a long day. Really exhausting. But just before dinner, Brooks initiated a potty break and had success. I literally welled up with tears, danced a swaggy dance, and celebrated with one super proud 3-year-old. Ice cream party celebration with his siblin's!

We skipped Sunday morning church to continue on our journey, and had a repeat of some front yard underwear-only entertainment. He had no shame in riding scooters, playing golf, and waving to alllllll the neighbors who walked or drove by in his underwear.

These two had their own round of golf going again. They drew up a 9 hole course on our street and have played and played and played.

While the babies napped and the older boys went on our Sunday Costco run, I cleaned our desk. The desk that I love so much, but haven't seen it's surface in months. Ain't she purty?

My first outing for the weekend was to night church where we sent him in underwear. No accidents, but a traumatizing trip to a different potty.

We spent a lot of time outdoors soaking up the amazing weather. The cool breeze and sunshine was good for my I-hate-potty-training-with-a-passion mood.