New shoes

It has been forever and a day since I posted last. Almost everyday, something happens and I think "I should blog about that!" but when I actually get a chance to sit down and do it, I cannot for the life of me, remember what I wanted to blog about.

Lets see...Yesterday night we went to get the boys some shoes. Bean is basically in tears if we try to put his soccer shoes on (he calls his tennis shoes soccer shoes). He only wears his purple crocs but his feet are hanging out the back. Monster needed some shoes too because he is a crazy walking fool. I am not sure how well he will do in his shoes as he rips off ANYTHING I put on his feet. I don't think this kid has worn socks since he was three months old.

We went to stride right to look at shoes first. Bean wears a 12.5 in shoes. 12.5!!! That is GIANT! Monster is a teeny tiny 5. Stride right did not have any overly priced shoes that the kids liked. Thank goodness. It feels wrong to spend 40 bucks on a pair of shoes an 11 month old will wear for a few months before out growing. Yes, I said 40!

Next, we went to the croc store. Oh crocs, I love you! They didn't have any in Bean's size. Monster looked so damn cute in crocs but of course, he ripped them off the first chance he got. So Target was next. Jackpot! Well, for monster at least. Why is it that 98% of target's kids shoes must light up and/or have cartoon characters on it? I hate that! Luckily, Bean did not argue when we said "no" to all of those. He did discover a pair of knockoff timberland boot type things. It was love at first sight. He refused to try on any other shoes after that and if we made him he just complained that they hurt. Smart kid! So he left the store wearing basketball shorts and fake timberlands. I love that kid. On the way he sang a song about his great love for his new boots. Monster just cried. He hates the car

Updates

Monster is sleeping through the night the majority of the time. PRAISE THE LORD! It is amazing how beautiful the world becomes when you get at least seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. He has also discovered phones. If he sees a phone, he will put it to his ear and start to "talk" into it. The other day, he did this and was saying, "dada, dada, dada". He will also point the remote at the tv. He does this a lot when I am watching one of my shows. Interesting....

We took the boys to the BIG TRUCK SHOW on Saturday. Monster had a mohawk. It was pretty damn awesome. Bean enjoyed looking at the trucks but did not want to go into any of them. We got tons of great pictures of Adrian riding in trucks though. I may attempt to post some of the pictures later when I have had more coffee. My favorite part of the BIG TRUCK SHOW was the firefighters. They were, hands down, the highlight of it. I love firefighters.

The kids got hand, foot, and mouth disease this weekend. This is Bean's second time with it. YUCK! It didn't seem to bother him at all. He did complain about the rash (or owies, as he calls them) hurting him a bit. Both boys are covered with it. Monster's rash is mostly on his tushie though. Sad day...

Hello, good-bye

Monster started waving yesterday. It's so cute my head wants to explode. He had a shitty night the night before and I was grouchy...really grouchy. He must have known it because he crawled over to me, raised his little arm, and waved. My heart melted like a pack of crayons left on a hot stove. That took my grouch away...for a few minutes at least.

Monster is also walking like crazy. I'm pretty sure that babies learning how to walk are way cuter than kittens. It's also ridiculously entertaining to watch, especially if you put shoes in him. If you put shoes on him, he kicks his leg out when he takes a step, almost like he is trying to shake the shoe off. This eventually throws him off balance resulting in a tumble to the ground.

We got Bean a bunk bed a few weeks ago. This child gets endless delight out of his bunk bed. He spends 75% of his time on his bed. All he wants to do is play on it. He likes that he can choose which bed to sleep on at night. He likes to jump off the top (scares the shit out of me).

When we got the new bed, we had to take him to pick out some new sheets. We showed him all these bright and bold colors-blue, green, pink, purple, orange. He wanted dark brown. WTH?! Dark brown?! What a strange three year old he is...

Mama vs. the wasps

Probably close to a month ago now, Bronwyn mentioned that she saw a bee fly into the volvo through the crack between the door and the rest of the car (I should at this point give a little back story on the volvo for those who might not know about it. The piece of shit volvo has not worked for months. MONTHS. We poured tons of money into after buying it and shit just keeps breaking and so we said, "fuck it" and now it sits in our driveway. I feel really classy). I opened the door to see what could possibly be lurking there.....

It was a wasp nest. I small one but a wasp nest nonetheless. It is located between the door and in inside of the car. When the car door is closed, they can't get into the interior of the car. I explain the situation to husband and let him know that I have passed this knowledge to him so he can deal with them. So I wait for him to deal with it....and wait....and wait...(Don't worry, reader, I nagged while waiting too). After a few weeks, husband mentions that he hasn't seen any wasps for days so they have probably moved on. I breath a sigh of relief and take getting rid of wasps off my nag husband list.

This weekend we are having a garage sale and need to move the volvo out of the way. I decide to check the volvo to insure that the wasps have indeed moved on. I open the door...

HOLY SHIT, it has tripled in size and their are like 134,233,432,123 wasps crawling around their nest. NOT OK! I inform the husband of this development. I am not pleased. Husband is afraid and does not want to deal with it. Awesome. We decide we need someone with protective "don't get your ass kicked by wasps" suit. We need Matt. Matt just laughs at us. Thanks, Matt (I'm shaking my fist at you while simultaneously shaking my head).

Lucky husband has to go out of town this week so who gets left to deal with the situation-me. Why does it seem that all the shit jobs get handed to me? It took me a few days to build up the courage to deal with the wasps. I got a GIANTLY long stick and a bucket of warm soapy water and put my running shoes on. Game on.

I slowly open the volvo door all the way up. The door crushes part of the nest. It makes a satisfying crunch sound. I take a deep breath and hold my stick a few inches from the nest. It's now or never, I tell myself. Be strong. Be brave. Take these fuckers down. Take back this piece of shit car. It doesn't belong to them. SMACK. I knock the nest to the ground. I throw the stick down, grab the purple bucket of warm soapy water and toss it on the nest that is now on the ground, slam the door shut, and RUN THE FUCK AWAY.

Once back inside, I slow my breathing down. I am having an intense adrenaline rush. I feel on top of the world. I DID IT!! A few minutes later I go back outside to insure that they are gone. Fuck! When I slammed the car door, I locked a few inside. QALIHEDKHFYA

Now a normal person would just say, "hey, they are stuck in there. They can just stay there and die". Not I. I did not want them in my car that does not move so I open the door to free them. Then I promptly shut the door again and run. What do they do now that they are free? Go right back to where there nest was! Fuck! this accomplished NOTHING.

Do not fear, dear reader. I had a plan. A wonderful plan. The next night I tapped that door shut. Yeah, take that wasp fuckers. Try penetrating my force field of masking tape. HAHAHAHAHA. Now here is the problem with this plan. It was not completely dark when I taped up the door (my junk heap looks even classier with a taped up door) so about 5 wasps had not retired for the night. They are now trying to find a way back to their nest. They are pissed and keep trying to break my barrier. Which they can't cause I am awesome. Now lets keep our fingers crossed that they don't find new nesting grounds in the volvo. That would suck

These boots are made for walking

Monster is starting to walk. It started with one step, then two steps, and just last night he walked from the fridge to the butcher block (these objects are multiple feet away). These events make my head want to explode. Wasn't it just yesterday that he was born? Now he is walking?! WTH! Stop growing up, Bean and Monster! It's happening too fast and I can't handle it.