I didn't know he could do that!

We took a family trip to Target tonight where I purchased a new outfit for Seth: a beige pair of shorts and a green shirt with a bunch of pictures of bugs in jars on the front with the caption "My personal bug collection" or something. I picked it out without Seth present but apparently he loved the outfit because he was about ready to put the shirt on before we left the store!
After I put on his PJs he asked me to put it on for him- I said no it's bedtime- and left it on his dresser for him to wear (weather permitting) tomorrow.
Fast forward to 9PM suddenly we hear noise in his room, David goes to check on him only to discover that Seth had removed his PJs and put on his new outfit! He had the T-shirt backward but the pants were on correctly. He even had placed his PJs in a pile where the outfit was originally located.
Now, I knew the kid could undress himself but I didn't know he was capable of dressing himself!
No clue, nobody knew.I'm still baffled.
I couldn't be mad at him for not going to sleep because he was so cute. I asked if he liked his shirt. He replied," Yes, I LIKE bugs!"
I'd bet he could use the potty if he really wanted to.
This kid is no box of rocks-as Seth says," I'm not a box of rocks, I'm Seth!":)

I'm reliving my youth tonight...

This is a song by the New radicals called "you get what you give"
It was popular in the late '90s while I was living with my grandmother after leaving my ex boyfriend. I was working as a CNA while attending nursing school. I also first met David around that time.
Those days were also extremely stressful and I happened to be battling some depression issues at the time. This particular song is so upbeat and positive and I really appreciated it. It just made me feel happy. It's amazing how a good song can be so therapeutic.

Sean's first ear infection..

The R side of his face and ear have been super-duper sensitive in the last couple days and he's been slightly crabby as well. And his appetite has been that of a normal child-for shame! Okay, he's also had some very, very stinky nasty poo lately.
Put 'em all together and what have you got?
Ear infection!
David took him to the Dr. today where our diagnosis was confirmed. We caught it at a good time since it was just starting. Dr. was very impressed that he hasn't had an ear infection until now. Apparently babes usually get their first one within the first couple months of life.
I was well aware that my kids where abnormal from the get-go. Heck, I am still waiting for Seth to get his first ear infection-so far, so good. (knock on wood)
So now he will get his first round of antibiotics in his life.
My poor little guy.

Seth, my right hand man.

Today I was hurrying to put on a little makeup so I could take David to work and, of course, since I am mother hen my little chickens all followed me to the bathroom, which doesn't make any hurried task any easier. Trust me on that one.
Sean, again, found the temptation to play in the toilet water to be far too great and began to lift up the toilet lid. I was in such a hurry I have to admit it wasn't my greatest concern at that moment, the toilet was flushed and all....
Just then Seth pulls him away from the toilet and sits up on the closed lid and says down to him ," You can't play in the toilet!"
I have trained him well.

Yes, I most certainly do windows

I will never understand how one adult and two small boys can create the disaster area that I frequently find in my house after work.
Of course I don't expect the rest of the world to have OCD issues with cleanliness- but I cannot figure it out.
I may have to put them all up in a tent in the back yard at this rate, where the three of them can live in pig sty harmony. No joke, I found a plate under the couch today. And I usually find pajamas all over the place. You'd think the tops and bottoms would be in a similar location,right? No, I always find them in different rooms. Oh, and toys, toys, TOYS!!! Everywhere toys. Toys int the kitchen and toys in the porch. Toys in the garage and toys in the bathroom. Toys in my bed and toys under the bed. Oh, good gracious there are so many.
Little fingerprints on the TV and the glass doors and on every mirror in the house. I have even found little fingerprints in locations that I didn't even know Seth could reach. Right now there are little finger smudges on the computer screen. I only clean them once a week now since I feel like it's a bit of a waste of time, after all, there will be more fingerprints in the same places tomorrow.
And why does my 3 year old insist on removing all the pillows from my bed and bringing them to his room? I have to rescue my pillows on a daily basis. And I make my bed so many times in a regular day that I think I should be eligible for the Guinness book of world records somewhere. Seth loves to unmake beds, he thinks it great fun. Me, not so much.
And Sean is banished from bathrooms. He has the most delightful time splashing in the toilet. Not only is it a very unsanitary habit, but a very messy one as well. No matter how many times I say,"no!" he always wants to splash. I guess the temptation is too great.
He even tries if I am sitting on the toilet, he tries to get his little hands into the toilet behind me. I say it's time for this kid to get a hobby.
Finally the house is quiet and relatively neat. But tomorrow all the fun will begin again....

"We're giggle kids!"

That was Seth's cute statement for the day yesterday. Him and Sean ( Sean and Him?) were playing on Seth's bed and wrestling each other and playing roughly, which always makes me nervous, but the both of them were cracking up laughing! They were having the most delightful time attempting to bury each other with pillows and blankets. And Seth made this cute statement about "Giggle Kids". And they certainly were.
What a couple of nuts. I can't imagine where they get their silliness from....

Unfortunately, my head hurt so severely that I could hardly enjoy their fun. I just wanted to lie on the floor of Seth's room and close my eyes.
I took two Ultram and then half a Tylenol#3 and David massaged my temple and my head still hurt. At 0100 I ate a bowl of cereal and took the other half of the Tylenol#3 and it just helped me fall asleep. When I woke up, my head was still pounding.
I took two Excedrin Migraine and my headache was GONE! Screw all those prescription pain killers.
Obviously, I couldn't take the Excedrin at bedtime because it includes caffeine as an ingredient and no way was I going to sit up all night, no matter how great my head felt.

In any case I am better and pain free now. I seem to have a problem with these terrible, awful headaches. It's the worst pain ever-except for dental pain.
Now labor was no walk at the park, I assure you. But that didn't last as long as my headaches do.

I am so old. I never thought I would look so forward to going to bed. It's 2130 and I am ready to get cozy in the luxurious softness of my bed and bask in the rare treat that silence has become in my house. Ahhhh...

"Move that horrible baby!"

Little Sean happened to be sitting on a pillow that Seth was attempting to relocate when he yelled this to me. I couldn't help but laugh.

We went to the mall today. En route, Seth was imagining things in the cloud formations. Most of them looked like dinosaurs-or so he thought. One did look like rocket ship. He also thought Weezer's the sweater song was a hoot ( my words, not his) because they talked about being naked and lying on the floor in different part of the song and both of those things "are so silly"(his words ,not mine)
Then at the mall I let him play on the playground where he promptly found himself a girlfriend. He even introduced me to her as that," Mom, this is my girlfriend" They were holding hands and hugging. Whoa, kids start way too early these days.
She appeared to be a little older than him and maybe was a bit Native American looking. Very cute little girl. At least he has good taste, I guess.
Sean says alot of"bababa" and other similar vowel-consonant babbling but no mama.:( David even thought he heard him say "banana" But no mama. C'mon! The kid will talk about food but not his beloved mother? Well, at least I know what is more important to him...;)

I assure you that a day with these two is never, ever boring. I definitely feel that they are the best two things that have ever happened to me. Especially when Seth picks a flower in the yard and brings it to me or tells me how "boo-tiful" I am. :)