The Fun Never Stops

Yesterday I had a little adventure.  I seem to have a lot of little adventures these days.  I was going to meet some friends at a park at 11:30.  To save time and effort, I went to Burger King for lunch instead of making something at home to bring with us.  I went through the drive through, ordered my food, and as I proceeded to the window, I discovered that I did not have my wallet, and thus did not have any money to buy the food.  

I had already had somewhat of a frustrating morning, maybe because I was a little tired, or because the boys were running around wild and excited after they found out we were going to a park.  The whole wallet thing just did me in.  

I called Aaron tearfully and told him what had happened as I drove home to look for it.  He suggested that I call Lowe's to see if I left it there when we went the night before.  For some reason, I was convinced it was at home, not at Lowe's.  So, I drove all the way home, which was on the opposite side of town.  I looked all over the house, and the backyard because Izzy, trying to be helpful but not really having a clue, told me that it was somewhere in the backyard.  I was obviously not thinking clearly.  

Finally I looked up Lowe's number and called.  They had it.  So we drove all the way to Lowe's which is back on the other side of town again, picked up the wallet, went semi-shamefully through the line at Burger King for the second time, and FINALLY got to the park, almost exactly one hour later than I was supposed to.

The funny part is that while we were driving home the boys wanted to know why we didn't get any food.  I told them I didn't have my wallet.  Then I said, "And if either of you took it, you're getting the biggest spanking EVER!"  Even as I said it, the logical part of me acknowledged how lame that was.  I might as well have said, "You can't come to my birthday party!"  Even mommies can be childish sometimes.

Sayings

Here is some more good stuff from Izzy.  He is just in a stage right now where he says really funny things.

When we had to leave Jumpin' to go back home, he said, "I don't like our house.  I hate it!  Bad guys are gonna throw it in the trash can and it will break!"

Talking about Simeon, I said, "He's so serious with those chubby cheeks.  Like Winston Churchhill."  Izzy promptly shouted out, "Don't say that!  Simmy's not a church!" in a tone that clearly said, "You're so silly, Mommy."

Upon entering my room one morning, Izzy announced, "There's some little bad guys downstairs.  But they're sleeping."  That was a little weird.

His explanation one night of why he got out of bed went something like this, "A toy fell behind my bed.  Some things fell behind my bed.  I need you to get them out or my bed will crack!"

A random comment, "Simmy can't jump, Dad!  He can't jump cuz he's too little and strong!"

Izzy recently informed me that he was not going to be my girlfriend anymore.  

When our neighbor and his friend were working on the swing set, Izzy told them, "My brother loves me a whole lot!  But not too much."

And here is my personal favorite:

Referring to a cookie, he said to Aaron, "Give me another one, Dad."  Aaron asked him, "What do you say?"  Izzy replied, "Because I'm so proud of you.  I'm so proud of you, Dad."

Malachi will still, on occasion, say something goofy.  Here is one that made me laugh:

After being told to be quiet, he said, "I can't make my voice quieter.  See my tummy?  It pouts down when I do that."

Messy Ever After

Not long ago I wrote optimistically of how certain I was that my messy days were diminishing.  Well, I think I spoke a little too soon.  

My problem, I think, is that I underestimated my son's ability to stay out of things and not make a mess.  And then I overestimated the ability of the apple juice lid to stay on the bottle and hold in the apple juice.  I also failed to factor in the circumstances of making eggs and talking on the phone at the same time, thus rendering me too distracted to get Israel his juice before a disaster struck.  Therefore, a disaster did  strike.  

Now, of course, in the grand scheme of things, this was nothing.  Compared to the entire world and the events of the entire world, and hurricanes and tornadoes and war and poverty and AIDS epidemics, this was basically a nonevent.  But in my world, my small, everyday, mommy world, this definitely qualifies as a event.  

You see what happened was that Israel tried to pick up the juice container, one of those big Wal-Mart apple juices, which was about three quarters full.  Obviously, it was very heavy for an almost three year old, which resulted in him dropping it.  That's when, somehow or other, the lid must've hit the floor, and it broke.  

And that is when half of the apple juiced poured out onto the kitchen floor.  

And that's when I almost burned the eggs because I was trying frantically to mop up the juice.  

And while I was keeping the eggs from burning, Izzy decided to squeeze out the paper towels that had soaked up the juice all over the floor.  As if there wasn't enough juice on the floor already.  

And that is when I considered tearing out my hair.