He is his fathers son...

Saturday morning, as usual, Ryan went duck hunting. The boys have now really gotten into duck hunting. When I tell them that dad is duck hunting, they get all excited and ask if he's going to bring home duck meat. When I tell them "yes, he is" they jump up and down and yell! It's really a cute sight.

The boys LOVE to eat the duck meat. I on the other hand, do not like duck meat, do not cook duck meat and I most certainly DO NOT eat duck meat. So, thankfully, once a week I have "cards" with my girls, and this is the time that Ryan cooks his meat for him and his boys. Chloe WILL NOT eat the duck meat either, so Ryan has now agreed to make two separate meals. (He's so good!)

Anyway, back to Saturday. Ryan got home from duck hunting, and the boys immediately had to go and check out what daddy brought home. I bundled them up and let them go outside. A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. I opened the door to find this...



And here's a quick video...

NO GIRLS ALLOWED!!!!

I can't believe it has started already...

A couple days ago, Brett and Owen came in from playing outside with the next-door neighbor, and told me that they made up a club. It's a club that you bring your bear, wear a hat and have your pocket knife. (Brett's is plastic, and Owen's is an old butter/cheese spreader.) "Wow guys! That's great!" I tell them. Only for them to reply with, "Yeah, and there's NO GIRLS ALLOWED!" :D

Here's a little video I took of them just before we started eating dinner...

We just have too much fun.

Last night, Chloe and I had to be at church until 6:30. We didn't get home until about 7:00. When we came home, the house was dark, and we totally thought that the boys were going to jump out and scare us at any second. We looked around the house, and couldn't find the boys anywhere. Then we realized that they weren't home yet. :) So Chloe and I got the great idea to set up the camera on the tripod and scare the boys as they came into the kitchen (actually it was more my idea than Chloe's, but she willingly played along). Check it out...

Wordless Wednesday - This is what happens to your daughter when the neighbor girls give her a "makeover."

(she actually has a masque on - that's why her face is so shiny!)

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Well, at least I can say I voted.

Today, I voted. I was going to wait until after I picked up Chloe from school, because she is really into this whole election thing. She doesn't understand all of it, but she had to vote at school, and it was all just really fun for her. I really thought that I shouldn't wait for her, because I was afraid the lines were going to be too long at that time, so I went ahead and went without her. Not sure how she'll feel about that one, but hey - I'm the boss, right! :)

Man, am I glad that I decided to go with only 2 kids instead of 3. First of all - there was a line - out the door. Never a good sign. I decided to go anyway. I had to vote, right? We barely get inside the door, and there are about 50 people waiting to vote - with only 2 machines to vote at. My mind was immediately thinking that I wanted to just walk away and forget about it, but I knew that I had to just wait it out and get it done.

Owen immediately started to say that he "wanted to go home" - seems to be his phrase that he loves to say lately. He starts pulling on the bottom of my shirt. Him and Brett start batting at each other, because "Brett's touching me!" [said in a whiney voice] They both wanted to hold my hands for a bit, so I let them do that until they started kicking each other. I picked up Owen. I figured if he was higher than Brett, there would be no problem. Nope - perfect spot for Owen to kick Brett right smack dab in the middle of his back. I haven't even signed in yet. I've been waiting about 15 minutes at this point.

Brett notices the pop machine after I sign in. I thought that if I got him a pop it would keep him a little bit quiet and occupied. I bought a bottle of Caffeine Free Diet Coke. Figured the extra caffeine and sugar weren't a good idea. I open the pop, and it squirts! Thankfully, not all over the place, but a good amount to make my hands completely sticky - my diaper bag is in the car - no wipes. Not the end of the world though.

Did I mention that I'm still holding Owen at this point. The kid wouldn't let me put him down.

Thankfully, a chair opens up in line, and I take it. Much easier to hold a 40 pound kid while sitting.:) A little time goes by, and Owen thinks that its funny to push on my breasts and yell out BOOBIE, BOOBIE, BOOBIE!!" He is cracking up hysterically, thinking this is so funny. While I, on the other hand, am sure that my face was as red as a beet, and completely mortified. I finally got him to stop, but it sure did get everyone's attention.

Are you feeling like you are at a comedy show here? Well let me tell you, that's exactly how I felt! And I certainly had a big enough audience! But wait, it doesn't end here!

I feel something warm on my lap. Yep, you guessed it - Owen peed on my lap!?!?!? What in the world? This kid has probably had 3 accidents since he's been potty trained, and he chooses this moment , right here to pee on my lap?!?!!? I just couldn't believe it!! At that point though, there wasn't much I could do. I had already been in line for 40 minutes, and I am committed - wet pants or not!

I ask Brett to have a drink of his pop and he throws a HUGE fit! I'm telling you - he was screaming, crying - you name it. I now have every single eye in the place ON ME! Not good! I wouldn't give him the bottle back. Hey - you throw a fit like that, you don't deserve a treat, right? I had to stand my ground. He kept crying and asking for the bottle back, and I knew that if I gave him that bottle back, he would stop crying, but I just couldn't do it - audience or no audience, you don't behave like that. PERIOD. He cried for a bit, and I made him sit in the chair. Told him if he wasn't going to stop crying he would NEVER get the pop back. Needless to say, he stopped crying, but I did NOT give him the pop back - yet. I had this one Grandma who was just staring at EVERY move I made. Thankfully, I was calm enough to talk into Brett's ear so no one would hear me, but still she would not keep her eyes of me. There was another lady who was so sweet, telling me that everyone goes through it. And I can't really blame these kids for being so antsy. I certainly didn't feel like waiting in a line for over an hour - what little kid is going to?

I finally was next in line, and it was my turn to vote - sweat on my brow, Owen in arm, pee stained jeans and a happy Brett because I gave him the pop back.(only after having a good talk with him.)

I voted.

I think I laid on your kiss...

Brett used to hate it when I would kiss him. He'd immediately wipe it off, and then I'd pretend that I was crying, blah, blah, blah...you get the picture.

So lately, I would kiss Brett, and he would say - "I didn't wipe it off!" I would get super excited.

Tonight, I kissed all the kids good night, and went downstairs. Chloe started crying for some reason, Brett wanted water, then Owen wanted water - you see where this was going. I was super frustrated!

I went upstairs to get them back in their beds. When I went to tuck Brett in again he said, "Mom, I think I laid on your kiss. Can you give me another one?" I wanted to melt right there, and it seemed that all my frustration was gone. He knows just what to say, and when to say it.