Tutle Obsessed.....

 

My boys are Ninja Turtle OBSESSED

{which is possibly an understatement}

It couldn't make their father any more proud.  He too was Ninja Turtle obsessed when he was younger.  He even found a child's Ninja Turtle raincoat at a thrift store on his mission and he bought it for his future kids. 

{luckily it is safe at grandma's or we might have some world wars on our hands at our house}

I have even caught Bryan on the Ninja Turtle aisle at Target looking intently at one of the Ninja Turtle action figures claiming that he wants to "collect them all"....for the children of course.

 

One day earlier this spring we had to go on a turtle hunt....and check EVERY sewer. 

 

 

Bryan loves to play along.  He gets the boys excited...about sewers.

{we're not odd at all}

 



 

I always get the best looks when we're walking into a store and my boys yell, "Hey, look!  It's a sewer!  Lets go look down it!"

 



 

Or when we are on a walk to our local canal and Peyton stops someone, also on a walk, and tells them that we're headed to visit the sewer.  I try and explain what he means by that but the boys usually have run ahead of me and don't give me a chance.  I usually just accept their odd look and say, "Yep,"  and nod my head.

What is the sewer {according to my boys} you ask?  Well near our house we have a little walking path next to one of the canals.  The path goes under some of the roads and they love to run and play under the bridge {or the sewer}.  This is the closest to underground that we're going to get.

 



 

After we have played in the sewer for a few minutes we go and see the ducks.  Sometimes we even see a few turtles pop their little heads above the waters to see what all of the commotion is about. 

 



 

As if looking in every sewer isn't enough? No.  We actually have to be the Ninja Turtles.  Peyton is Leo because he is the "leader".  Kael is Donny because he "just likes him".  Jana {bryan's sister} is Raphael and Bryan is Mikey because that's what was left over.   I get to be April O'Neil....how did I get so lucky not to be a turtle?  I guess my ninja skills were a little rusty.

They are very serious about staying in character.  I get some funny looks when we're at the store or at church and they refer to each other as Leo and Donny.  Even their cute little friend Sophie thinks that Kael's name is Donny.   

 



 

Peyton is always carrying a ninja weapon with him...."just in case Shredder shows up"!

 

 

My younger brother recently got his mission call.  When we asked Peyton where he thought Corey was going to go he said, "New York City....in the sewer!"  He wants the Ninja Turtles to come to primary!  While I am sure the New York City-Sewer Mission would be entertaining....I have smelled those things at street level....and well....those Ninja Turtles are on their own!

We're still here.......

 

I think that the cat is pretty much out of the bag....at least on Facebook and Instagram.

I am pregnant!

16 weeks as a matter of fact!

 

 

 Let me tell you....it has been the longest 16 weeks of my life. 

I have been SO, SO, SO sick.

With the boys I was sick but not this sick.

I am hoping it is a girl...and if it's not....I want nothing to do with the business of having a girl.

I never want to be any sicker than I have been.

 

Due to me being sick, my children have become iPad addicts.

Thank goodness for the iPad...I mean babysitter.

 

 

 

I did a whole lot of this....laying around....mostly around in the same spot. All day. 

Peyton's favorite thing to do was steal my phone and take pictures of anything and everything....especially pictures of me at my finest.

  Bryan was a very good sport.  He would come home from school at lunch time and feed the boys.  He would then come home around five and find me in the same spot {with a drink and a barf bucket}.  He would cook dinner and clean up the house from all of the damage our two tornadoes had created.  He then bathed and got the boys to bed.  He never complained...just helped. 

I love him.

 

 We celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary.  I was desperate to get out of the house and Bryan was tired of deciding what to cook so we went to a Mexican restaurant that we have wanted to try.

It was nice to get out.

The food looked delicious but I couldn't eat much of it.  The cheesecake however, looked delicious so I had a piece.  Unfortunately, as soon as the car started to move so did my stomach...it wanted to food out.  As I panicked because we couldn't pull over all I could find was the takeout bag to puke in.  I threw the Styrofoam container in Bryan's lap and took care of business in the bag.  It was awful...but I lived....and there wasn't a hole in the bag...so that was good.

 

In my days of sickness the children had lots of fun doing things that in a healthy state I might have kaboshed.  But since I was sick and didn't care what they did as long as they were happy they got away with making plenty of messes.  Their favorite game was to pull every blanket and pillow in the house and pile it high on the couch to make a "castle".  

My boys were so good while I was down and out.  I am so grateful for that.  I eventually was put on some strong medicine to help with the nauseousness and as long as I take it I am feeling good.

 

Luckily my mom was able to come take care of us for a week and Bryan's mom came for 2 weeks to help us out.  They were both lifesavers and I am so grateful for both of them!

 

The sickness is starting to subside a little and things are looking up! 

 I am just grateful I feel human again!

Quirks

Kael has his quirks.  He is the funniest child.

If he insists on wearing something a certain way....you just let him go with it.

He is so sensitive and hates to be scolded or put in timeout. 

He loves to dress-up and ham it up for the camera.

He wants to be "big" so bad.  He wants to wear the big boy underwear but wants NOTHING to do with what comes with wearing underwear.  The other day he wanted a toy at the store and I told him that we could buy it if he learned to use the potty, he immediately told me, "I'll just ask Santa." 

{he may never be potty trained...because i hate it....and he drinks A LOT!}

The world is his canvas....along with the wall, refrigerator, floor, carpet, table, and his sheets.

He loves hats.

He licks the center out of the Oreo's and refuses to eat the actual cookie.

In the rare moment he pulls an absolute tantrum....sometimes I think the walls will fall down.

He is a mess....always.  We go through at least 3 shirts a day.  

He is my Pigpen. 

{p.s. that was half of a kit kat bar. and yes, it is everywhere.}

After being bit by a dog in May, he is warming back up to them.

He always wants a "fip" of your drink. 

He loves to drink.

His favorite saying: "My do it." 

He has to bring all of his friends with him...wherever we go.

It's fun when he chooses his Toy Story friends.  He drops one of them every two feet and then bends over to pick it up and then drops another one.  

{it makes me laugh even though he is disgusted.}

He has a major sweet-tooth.

He loves his older brother more than anything.

He loves to pull all of the blankets off of each of the beds and put them in a giant pile.

Everyday.

{this is not my favorite.  especially because he chooses to do this after i have made each bed in the house.}

He will eat anything.

He loves to make messes when I am in the shower.  

Such as mixing the clean laundry with the dirty laundry.

He is a child marketers dream.  He wants everything on any toy commercial he sees.  

He picked out a few {7} of his favorite things at the Disney Store and told Grandma, "My ready to go!"  I am sure you are.

The only child I know that can dismember and maim his toys in a matter of moments.

{his disney store treasures}

He loves to play with little things.  He is so good to sit and entertain himself when we are busy.

{especially when we moved twice in a week}

He lets his brother teach him things. 

{this doesn't look like it could end in disaster at all.}

He wants to be big just like his brother.  He wishes he could go to preschool so bad.  Peyton is pretty good to share his preschool goodies with his little brother.

No matter where his older brother falls asleep he has to sleep next to him. 

If he wakes up in the middle of the night and can't see his brother he will come and wake me up to see where he is.  

He is the sweetest, messiest, most hyper little boy in the world.

We love him!

Peaceful

They look so peaceful when they're asleep, don't they? 

I can almost hear the peace oozing out of this picture.  Probably because 25 minutes before I was most likely breaking apart a WWF wrestling match taking place in my living room.

Bedtime is such a circus in my house.  They know when it is coming.  So what do they do?  Get wound up tighter than a drum...and then start wrestling each other...or chasing each other...or jumping off a bed somewhere.  We sing songs, read a story, say family prayer and send them to slumber.  The part that doesn't happen is the "slumber".  They giggle, fight, scream, cry, talk until their eyelids won't stay open any longer.  Some nights this process is so long....to the point I am ready to change my name to anything other than "Mom".  They need a drink, Pey needs to go to the bathroom, Pey is bugging the pillow-pet light, Kael poked my cheek.  

I don't care. Go. to. bed.  NOW.

And when they finally give up the fight and sleep, I love to go see where they decided to give in.  Sometimes it's in the hall, in the doorway, and almost NEVER in their bed.  

It cracks me up and makes me crazy at the same time.

But I do love this.  And especially when they look so alike....and so peaceful.

{i promise.  this is how i found them.}

Pumpkin for brother.

Peyton came home with a pumpkin that his teacher had given him. She let them put a face on their pumpkin with stickers.  He was so excited to bring it home to show Kael and I.  As soon as Peyton pulled it out Kael was sad. Peyton immediately told Kael that he could hold his pumpkin.
 {i love moments like this}

I love this picture. 

 Kael is gripping that pumpkin....holding onto a piece of his dream....going to preschool with Pey.

He wants to go to school so bad.  Every day after we drop Peyton off at school and are walking back to the car he hangs his little head and says, "I want to be big, Mom.  I want to go to school with Pey."  It is so cute.  When we pick Peyton up Kael starts asking him all kinds of questions.

  "Did you play with Michael, Pey?" 

 "Did you go down the fireman pole, Pey?"  

"Michael is really cool, Pey."

"I think Andrew is funny too, Pey."

I love it...as if he was right there along with Peyton, playing with all of his friends.  It is so sweet to me.  He thinks the world of his older brother.  He loves him.  He is his comfort.

I know sometimes I swear that I will never have any of my other children two years apart but I am so grateful that they are so close.  Kael needed Peyton in his life and Peyton needs Kael. 

They are such a handful yet so perfect for each other.

Bad day.

No matter how bad my day might feel....

at least this hasn't happened yet.

{knock on wood.}

:)

My best to the guy who was standing on the side of the freeway watching his car burn.
I sort of know how you feel.

:)

Handsome.

"Hey Kael, I can make you as handsome as me!"

Becoming Handsome

According to Peyton.

 Step 1: Get LOTS of mousse.

 Step 2:  Then you style.

Step 3:  Last you use the hairspray.  Make sure you get real close. 

"Now you're handsome, Kael."

:)