Well, it has started out as a great one- not! Last night Michael thought it would be a great idea to take the boys “camping” in our back yard- you know to see the stars and the moon. Well, in theory it would have been all fun and games- the problem was the sun does not set until about 10 p.m. around here in the summer! it was a beautiful night- breezy not a cloud in the sky- so around 7:30 – they set the tent up- the kids have their flashlights ready- and for about 30 minutes they run outside every 2 mintues to see “is it dark yet?” so then we go ahead and put on a movie to kill the time- by 9 pm- still no stars- but we do find a half moon. Which Ben Michael tells me, “it’s like a Taco mom!!” well, by 10 pm it is FINALLY getting somewhat dark and there is a total of one star they can actually see. Eli falls asleep out there- and wakes up crying every so often- because he is so exhausted- (note the kids usually go to bed around 8:30 pm) it never really got dark enough to see the full sky of stars- what a pity- i guess we will try again in the fall when the days are shorter!! Funny, every time I went outside Ben Michael would say, mom, can you get the marshmallows, sticks, fire, and chocholate like at Zachary and David’s.”- last summer when we were at Moniques in Lafayette, they roasted marshmellows in the back yard- it is amazing what they remember! my response to him, “that is what a microwave is for”!! i could only imagine what would happen if we lit a bon fire in our back yard- not so much worried about the neighbors- more worried about the ideas it would give my 2 year old eli!
This is the boring part, but since I am still living it, i am going to write it. Since Eli got to bed so late, he woke up in the middle of the night crying- and this morning at around 6:15am – thank goodness for small blessings because miles slept fine! one quick feeding in the middle of the night-or should i say in the middle of one of Eli’s meltdowns. So I am DRAGGING right now, nursing a cup of coffee.
So that brings me to today, i think i am skipping the whole parade hoopla in lue of a nap. 3 small boys calls for desperate measures! maybe we will cue up the pit and have some friends over this evening.
I am sure your fourth is much more interesting! but happy independance day all the same!
THE FOURTH PART II
i am not sure what direction this blog will take- or what it’s true purpose but today it will serve as therapy. I hope it does not take that turn often- then some of you might be recommending real therapy! anyway, we went to the park, each on their trikes- that part was successful. a friend of mine was there with his 12 month year old daughter, he is a stay at home dad- and think this was the second time he had taken her too the park, needless to say she has not been around the likes of kids like mine! first child, girl, just learning to walk- you get the picture. Well, Eli gets all possessive about his tricycle and has a fit when she touches it- i saw him claw her face, no tears that time- we adverted catastrophe- then he proceeded to poke her directly in the eye!! send me the bill! (i am sure i will be saying that a lot in the next 18 years) I felt horrible – i think this might be her only park trip this summer- back to the safety of her yard! It amazing that Miles has not had a trip to the ER yet! so now, i am home nursing a glass of wine. locked in the office, as they are banging on the door “MOM LET US IN!!” – i tried to drink it downstairs, amongst them harassing me for a sip, which I let them try it – and not only did they spit it out- they then wanted to spit in it- rather than scream or fight I retreated up here! oh, wait now eli is crying- it sounds as though ben michael has locked him in the closet- i guess i will go tend to them!
