What a week!

Well, it was been one of those weeks. It started last Thursday when I got really sick! Denver went out of town at the same time. (It always seems to happen that way.) My mom stepped in and saved the day! She stayed with me much of the weekend to make sure the kiddos were taken care of.

We've had shelves installed in our garage, cleaned and organized our garage, had a playhouse built for Boston, and I am currently switching out clothes for everyone (you know, winter to spring/summer).

In the midst of everything, sleep has been lacking. It's made me really on edge with the kids, especially as Boston is REALLY coming into his three-ness. WOW. Here are two stories:

1) As I ran into Lowe's the other night, Denver and the kids stayed in the car. Boston got in the front seat and pretended to drive while I took care of things inside the store. When I came out, I asked him to please get into his car seat. After several requests, I picked him up and moved him. He forcefully put both of his hands on my face and grabbed my glasses. Trying to remain calm, I asked him, "Did you mean to hit mommy?" I asked him again. He looked at me and said, "No dear......(pause)......how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away." We couldn't help but laugh. Denver said, "Buddy, are you going to be a smooth talker?" Boston said, "ugh....no daddy. I am going to be a ring bear (bay-yer)!!!" (He's going to be the ring bearer in Nay-nay and Kay-kay's wedding.) He's starting to be very clever.......that little brain is QUICK!

2) This is a not-so-cute-story. He has been pushing my buttons all day. I've been trying to remain calm, yet firm. I know that "harsh words stir up anger, but a gentle answer turns away wrath." But sometimes the only thing that seems to get his attention is when I raise my voice. (ugh.....that's another blog post entirely!) As we are nearing age 3, he's starting to climb on EVERYTHING! So, tonight he decided he would climb on the back of the couch. Knowing that he would fall (on top of a drum set), I asked him to get down. He didnt' listen. He disappeared behind the couch, all except one arm that's grasping onto the couch. I quickly sat London down on the couch to rescue my son from a trip to the emergency room. After a scolding, I got him back on the couch...and what did he do? He tried it again. At the same time, London somehow slid off the couch.....HEAD first. She landed on her head and rolled (flopped) on the floor. London was screaming. Then I screamed at Boston. Then he was screaming.

Oh my....... what a glorious ending to a crazy week.