please. help. other wise, my blogging days are over.
thank you in advance.
when i say tim and ben built together, i mean tim built while ben watched. ben has started building a little, but mostly he just puts in his order and dictates the building. he'll he a great manager/foreman someday. (often, when cleaning up toys, ben will kindly tell me, "you can clean up, mom. i'll keep you company." gosh, really. thanks darlin.)
fortunately max slept through the "i didn't need those extra years of my life anyways" event of the afternoon. and not that he was especially terrifying today. (or that he is most days, really.) he has, though, discovered his inner banshee and uses his delightful shrill often. ben steals a toy- "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!!!", followed by a bite if ben's not looking. i put him down because my arm is burning from holding my very capably-legged son-"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL!!!". it's either the scream or he hyperventilates and then finds something to headbutt. i really wish i could catch this weird behavior on video.
but despite the fact that max is carried around just as much as he walks and screams far more than any boy should, and ben seems more 13 than 3 of late, they always seem to redeem themselves. it never ceases to amaze me how they can negate a day of crabby rottenness by one brief moment of sweet. like when ben called me into his room for the third time after putting him to bed, after needing a drink and lotion on his arms, because he forgot to bless me and told me i was his "bestest mommy". or in the kitchen, after a fight his max, while sitting on the floor, he informed me out of the blue that he likes his name. "plain ol ben. that's what i like. " and how max, after getting up for the third time last night, patted my back as i held him. or how, while i was making lunch and he was on my back in the backpack, he kept laying down his head and making the cooing sound he makes when we do hugs and kisses.
yep, just another average day as mom. complete craziness.
i tried to find a picture to highlight their more angelic behavior, but apparently, they don't exist. instead, one more picture to illustrate max's hard-headedness-both literally and figuratively. he likes to climb up on to the table. when i remember to push the chairs in, he still climbs up on them and repeatedly bangs his head under the table, of course, screeching the whole time. who would have thought tim and i could have such stubborn kids. (sheepish grin.)
looks like this year is going to be a good one. how could it not be when it was started with Adoration? not that i would have had the discipline to go at 4am to receive the best present ever. but my nephew needed a sub and i will have to thank him.
*this picture is misleading-it was not taken today. all of my guys are actually sleeping. were they all sleeping at various stages of the wee hours-no. i just used the picture to illustrate the chaotic cuteness that surrounds me. God is good to me.
do not try to dry your wet phone with a blow dryer. scoff if you must but i am not the only one who has tried this. on a previous phone that was dropped in the lou, (no alcohol was involved. just a poorly placed phone in a loose sweatshirt pocket.) i tried the blow dryer, i think mostly because i was already in the bathroom and i was a bit panicked amidst a very busy day. the blow dryer totally fried the phone.
so if your phone gets really wet, think rice, not blow dryer. or just keep your phone out of the bathroom and out of the reach of rotten (but hopelessly cute) babies.
another helpful tip: if you get a new phone but have kept the same carrier and your old phone still works, store it in a place you can remember WITH it's charger. i was totally bummed because although i kept my boring, old, featureless phone for just such an instance, i could not remember for the life of me what i had done with the charger. i went to get the phone out, hoping it had at least a bit of charge left, and was elated to see the charger wrapped around it. kudos to you past mary for looking out for future mary. she loves you and thanks you.
**i would like to clarify that until i wrote this post, my phone did not have a name. i just thought the story was more amusing that way. i'm not completely crazy. or maybe i am.
(this picture is proof of both max's hitting-because he wanted to lay on my head and not ben, and the wrestling. i promise i'm under there.)