Oh, Bother.

There are times in my life when I become overwhelmed.

Oh, yes.  Overwhelmed.

I feel antsy and worried, but I can't figure out why.  So sometimes it helps to make a list.  A list of things that are bothering me.

Once I see what it is, I either get my bum in gear and get things moving, or I see that it is all silly and I should not be bothered with it at all.

So, without further ado, here is what is bothering me.

(Yes.  I am pretending this will be of interest to you.)

1)  I have not printed out a single picture to preserve my family's memories since late 2007.

2)  Little Dude was born in 2008.  As far as the photo albums know, we only have three children.

3)  Poor Little Dude does not have a baby book.  Children 1-3 do.

4)  Swimsuit season is looming around the bend.  And I cannot find my swimsuit body.  I fear I never had one.

5)  I ate about 37 cups of popcorn last night.  It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I have a tummy-up-my-berry.

Lest any of you are confused, tummy-up-my-berry is what my dad always referred to tummy aches as.

He is creative, is he not?

Who knew?

6)  There are people in my circle who are getting into this extreme couponing craze.  I feel guilty if I don't try and participate, because who wouldn't want to get 14 tubs of fabric softener for $1.17?  However, I am apparently dumb and I cannot figure out how to get these deals myself.

7)  After considering the matter for three days, the best I could come up with was Yoplait yogurt for 37 cents each and Kellogg's cereal for 88 cents each. 

Three days.

8)  I should probably potty train Little Dude at some point. 

9)  Many moons ago, I got creeped out and I went all paranoid with my blog.  I started using fake names for the children and I blocked search engines.

I just recently allowed search engines, and now I am wondering if I should remove that feature.

Here are some searches that have led people to this blog:

*how to avoid the lumberjack crack

*my belly hangs over my pants, yay

*taylor is peeing too much, why?

*wife peeling apples in the morning light

*taylor ate a cheeseburger

*ugly mudder blogs

*shall we earn good money in breeding

*punishment for kids leaving poop in the bathroom

*peace out word to your momma

And there are many other creepier ones that I shall not share with you for fear that I will bring more creepy searches with those same creepy search terms.

Let's just say I shall probably be blocking search engines.

Fun Fact: 90% of people who are using search engines have no idea how to spell or come up with complete sentences.

10)  I need to find ivory dress shirts for my boys.  They do not exist anywhere in the continental US.

11)  I just realized that my favorite jeans are in the washing machine.  And, since I am leaving soon, it looks like there shall be no hope for me wearing my favorite jeans to town.

Which is unfortunate, seeing as how I only go to town twice a week.

A gal should always wear her fanciest of jeans when heading into town.

12)  I will be 30 soon.  This discourages me.

13)  My kids are growing up too fast.  This saddens me.

I hope I am being a good mom.

14)  Should I exercise today?  Nah.

15)  I lied to you all.  I told you I was a hardcore Diet Pepsi fan.  Alas, I really don't care.  I will drink Diet Coke and Diet Pepsi interchangeably.  If given a choice, I prefer Diet Pepsi.  But it really doesn't matter.  Judging from the comments section last week, it would appear that I am the only person in the world who enjoys Diet Pepsi and I must wonder how they are still in business.

16)  I kind of want to ask you all to vote for me in this blogging contest.  However, I feel kind of dumb asking you.

So, I won't.  Kind of.

I would keep going, but I fear I shall be late for my going to town day.

Wish me luck with my not-so-nice jeans!

Happy Wednesday!

Fat Tuesday, week 6

Welcome, welcome.

I have a sneaking suspicion that some of you, who shall remain nameless, said you were "in" for Fat Tuesday, and yet you have already bailed on me.

Again.  It is just a suspicion.

Alright.  Today is the for reals Fat Tuesday.  Or realz.  Whichever you prefer.

Now.  When I was a young lass, I took an Intro to French Culture class.

It was around this time in my life:

Check out the mini-skirt!

I was scandalous, was I not?

Let's move on.

I thoroughly enjoyed the class.  And I remember learning that Mardi Gras meant Fat Tuesday.  And it was a huge party that was thrown on the eve of Ash Wednesday.  And, if my middle school education memory serves me correctly, Ash Wednesday marked the beginning of Lent.

Look at me and my knowledgeable self!

But, really, I am not sure on any of this.  But let's pretend I am smart just for today.

I suppose I could do some research, but, alas.  I am in a hurry.

If nothing else, let us just wonder why my skirt was do darn high.

***

This Fat Tuesday has nothing to do with any of that.  But aren't you glad I shared?

This Fat Tuesday is supposed to be a weight loss accountability group for me and my peeps.

BUT IF THE AFOREMENTIONED PEEPS FAIL TO CHECK IN, THEN WHAT, PRAY TELL, IS THE POINT?

Not that I am annoyed or anything.

Ok.  Let's go through this week's wins and fails.

I tracked super good on Monday and Tuesday and I even exercised on Monday.

WIN!

I did not track Wednesdsay through Sunday.

FAIL!

Nor did I exercise.

FAIL (or win.  depending on your attitude towards exercise)

I lost 0.4 pounds.

WIN! 

At this rate, I should meet my goal in December.  And by then , I will probably have put on holiday pounds.  Such is life.

FAIL!

I ate garlic bread.

FAIL!

It was delicious!

WIN!

I ate brownies.  And popcorn.  And rolls.  And lattes.  And lots of generally frowned upon treats.

FAIL!

I can always pretend I shall do better this week!

Hopeful WIN!

So, how about you?  How was your week?

You can check in by leaving a comment or by sharing the link to your blog.

Or you can ignore me again this week.

Whatever suits your fancy!

Just remember . . .

You shall never look as good as I once did in a red, denim skirt.

Happy Tuesday!

Monday Afternoon Nothingness

Good Monday Afternoon!

The girls are playing dress up and the boys are outside (darn).  Therefore, I have a few quiet moments to waste on the computer!

Laundry Schmaundry!

I was asked a few more questions, so I thought I would take a minute to answer them.

From Zoe

1-I hear you talk about your great love for diet pepsi (especially in combination with popcorn). I am a diet coke and a diet dr pepper fan. Ihave never really cared for diet pepsi. Plus, i live in the south and drinking pepsi is pretty much a sin here. Anyways, costco had a coupon for diet pepsi a few weeks ago and I decided to give it another try. So, I committed to a bulk box of diet pepsi. Not my wisest decision. and, I have to say, I still greatly dislike it. I might even hate it. If you lived nearby, I'd give you the rest of them!

So, what are you thoughts on diet coke and diet dr pepper? even coke zero? I especially love a diet dr pepper with vanilla syrup added in from my local sonic.

You know who likes Diet Coke?

My dad.

You might need to rethink your choices in soft drinks.

Ha!  I kid, I jest.

Ok.  I am a hardcore Diet Pepsi fan and know not of these Sonic sodas of which you speak.  I would happily take all your Diet Pepsi from you, you weirdo.

2-About this ruralville lifestyle, how rural are we talking? like, how far is the closest gas station or grocery store? like, the pioneer woman rural?

There are people who live on our road, but I cannot see any other houses from my house.  I can see horses.  That's all.  The nearest gas station?  Probably about 15-20 minutes away.  The nearest grocery store is also 15-20 minutes away, but it is tiny, expensive, and kind of  . . . not-so-nice.  It is in the opposite direction of the town we originally came from, so we don't go that way much.  If we head to the town we came from, we can get there in about 35-45 minutes, depending on roads and just where we are going in town.

We opt to go to our original town because there is just more to do there and we get all of our errands done at once.

Do you homeschool because the nearest school is super far away or because that is a value/conviction? or both? I am planning on homeschooling, so i am always interested to hear why people choose to do it. I noticed you started doing it once you guys moved to ruralville.

I have always been torn with the school decision.  I grew up in a Christian school, so that is what I wanted for my kids.  But it was too expensive.  So, we put the girls in public school in town and we were happy with that choice, although I did have some concerns.  But my concerns were not on the quality of the education they were receiving, but more on the social environment.

However, I have always gone back and forth about whether or not I should homeschool.  I was worried about socialization and I was worried about not having enough time to homeschool the girls and still be a mom to the boys.

I didn't want my boys to always "be in the way," if that makes sense.

Moving made the decision for us.  There is a school about 20 minutes away, but we are not comfortable sending our kids there at this time.  Homeschool has been a good fit, for the most part, and we are all happy with the decision.

I am not opposed to any option and I feel there are pros and cons to each choice.  I think each family should pray about the decision and do what they think is best for their family.

From Casey:

Hi Taylor! I only thought of my question while I was reading other people’s questions so maybe if you have time you could still answer it? Or maybe save it for the next round of questions? Well anyway my question is- do LJ’s brothers also want to move their families out to ruralville and live little house on the prarie style with all the animals and wood chopping and peeing and such or is he the only lumberjack in his family? Just curious thanks!

We have not met one other person who would want to move to Ruralville.

It's a good thing we bought a house in such a desirable location!

I do think all of his siblings would prefer to have a bit of land.  And all the menfolk love all things hunter-ish and chainsaw-ish and lumberjack-ish.  Except, not so much Jason.

Remember Jason?

Jason also dislikes huckleberry picking.  Me and Jason are kindred spirits.

I am ingorant to all of David's kin's personal peeing preferences.  They might like to pee outside?  Who knows?

They are quite frugal by nature, so they may see it as a great way to save on toilet paper and water costs.

From Queen of the Brussels Sprouts

Are the rabbits going to be for 4-H or for food?

Sorry…I had to ask!

Yeah.  We won't be eating rabbits.

I've got enough to problems with the deer and elk in the freezer.

The rabbits are pets!

***

The boys just brought in the mail for me.

Helpful!

Today is a sunny, albeit chilly day.

Yes.  My son is riding a Dora bike.

What of it?

Spring!  Oh, Spring?  Wherefore art thou, spring?

***

Last night, The Lumberjack and I started watching this TV series called "Lost."

Have you heard of this?  We've never seen it.

We watched two episodes and all I can say is:

OHMYGOSHWHEREARETHEYANDWHYARETHEREPOLARBEARSONATROPICALISLAND!?

That show is intense.

Alright.  This is Taylor Maliblahblah, signing off.

I am about to summon the boys in for naps (darn), rally the girls for homeschooling (sigh), put on a pot of coffee (yay!), and try to not participate in too much self-loathing on account of me skipping out on some good, quality laundry time.

Happy Monday!

Big Cities and Restaurants

As I mentioned before, we went on a field trip yesterday to the TV station . . . where the children were expected to sit quietly during the taping of a LIVE news show.

You can imagine my panic, no?

When we arrived, we met up with the rest of the homeschoolers.  Apparently, the lady in charge had given the wrong directions and she was wondering if we had found our way ok.

I had to tell her that we took a completely different route on account of us now living in Ruralville.

Fun Fact:  Peoples from our area have heard of this Ruralville.  But no one knows anyone who actually resides there.

Yes.  Ruralville is that desirable.

Homeschooling Peeps:  You live there?!

Me:  Yes.   Yes we do.

Homeschooling Peeps:  Oh, wow!  Such a far drive!

Then the Homeschooling Peeps started talking directly to my girls.  And they were saying ridiculous things such as:

"Girls!  Are you excited to be in a CITY?"

"Have you ever seen so many buildings before?"

"You have such a long drive home!  I'll bet Mom here is going to take you to a RESTAURANT!  Isn't that exciting?"

I must admit.  It was a tad ridiculous.  And embarrassing.  And hilarious.

So, after everyone got over the fact that we were those people from Ruralville, we went on the tour of the TV station.

Handsome Dude decided that he was old enough to be a part of the gang and he joined in with all the older kids. 

And guess what . . . he did great!

The real challenge was getting all the kids to be quiet for the taping of the live show.  Handsome Dude was awesome and made not one peep.  Little Dude did great until I handed him his toy train.  He let out a:

"Toot-Toot!"

But don't worry.  I put the kibosh on that immediately and he was quiet for the rest of the time.

The girls got to pose for a photo op with the weather gal:

Are not my girls uber cute?  They got all dressed up "just in case" they were needed on live TV.

They were not.  But it is good to be prepared.

After the show, we were hungry.  And I did, in fact, take my children to a RESTAURANT called Wendy's.  We are not used to such high-class living.  It took me a moment to get over the fact that they did not serve elk.  Nor did they serve venison.

Fun Fact:  Venison is just a fancy word some people use to hide the fact that they are just eating DEER.

We decided that since we were in the big city and all, we should make a day of it.  So, we went to stores called Target and TJ Maxx and even found this really cool large store called the mall.  It had an elevator and everything.

It's amazing what city folk can think of.

Finally, we met up with Sir Lumberjack.  Sir Lumberjack gets to go to the big city everyday to electrify things.  I had found a discount movie theater and we were able to get all six of us in to see Tangled for $21!

Lumberjacks love Disney movies.

It was a fun day!

***

Earlier this week, our regular car was acting all temperamental and I had to take David's truck into town.

There is a really long story behind all of this and I am not going to tell you all of it for fear of boring you to death.  But here is the bottom line:

He left and came back with a rabbit hutch that he had bought for $40 and expected me to drive his truck home . . . all while it was towing this bad boy:

So, I was like:  Oh, no you didn't.

And he was like:  Oh, yes I did.

And did I drive that thing 45 miles to our desirable homestead?

No.  No, I surely did not.  I put my foot down.  I refused.

And I got my way.

Question:  Why did that not work when I told him that there would be no deer heads hanging on my wall?

Things to ponder.

***

And, finally, it is time for the COW.

The COW stands for the Comment of the Week.

This week goes to Mindee:

I think that you wearing an ugly wool sweater and two pairs of socks with slippers is pretty much what LJ deserves for moving you to a freezing house with peach walls in Ruralville.

Tell him that you’ll dig out the negligee if the walls are green and the house is warm.

Amen, Mindee.

Amen.

Alright!  Happy Weekend!

Answers on a Friday Morn

Here is part two of the questions and answers.  If you missed the first, click here.

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1)  From Gianna:

My question is: will you please answer my question first so that I don’t feel like you forgot about me?

And that, my friend, is it!

Alright, Gianna.  There you go!

Ha!  Last time, I did my questions and answers post in like 4 installments. 

But I was never clear in my posts that I wasn't finished answering questions and that I would answer more in my next post.

Poor Gianna would see in each post that I didn't answer her question and ask me why I was ignoring her!

2)  From Marla:

Request= Please explain your facebook status about a bunny eating a mouse. It concerns me.

It concerns me, too.

Alright.  The girls go out to check the rabbits everyday and feed them and such.  They came back in one afternoon and informed me that one of the rabbits had a dead mouse in its mouth and was chewing on it.

I know nothing else.

Nor do I want to know. 

3)  From Tamara

My question: If you could be from another country or time period, where/when would it be and why?

Oh, I don't know.  I wouldn't mind living in lots of different time periods. 

I really liked the movie "Hello, Dolly!" and I suspect I would enjoy living in New York during that time.

It would be uber awesome to walk around in my Sunday best everyday and have men dance and sing songs to me like, "It Only Takes a Moment . . . "

My only requirements for my time travelling would be that I have a hot shower, hair dryer, coffee pot and creamer.

And maybe makeup and a curling iron, too.

See?  I am easy.

4)  From Janie Fox:

Do homeschoolers take the summer off?

I don't know?  Do we!?

I think it is up to each individual family.  I would like to say that we will not completely take the summer off.  I think it would be better to keep going a little bit so we don't have to spend a lot of time in review in the fall.

However, I am flaky, lack self-discipline, and am easily deterred from my best-made plans.

So who knows?!

5) From Lynette:

I haven’t seen you comment on my blog much lately…are you still visiting me??

I have definitely cut back my computer time since we moved out here and I started homeschooling.  I know that I have gotten terrible at visiting other people's blogs and I apologize for that.

I really want to do a good job with homeschooling my kids.  I don't want them to see me on the computer all day.  I try to only get on the computer in the morning before I take a shower and after I am done with school.  I do sneak on sometimes during the day during their breaks, but usually I am with the boys or doing laundry.

Laundry will be the death of me, I assure you.

Anyways, it is not just you, Lynette.  I have become a terrible blogging friend these days.

It seems like, lately, I only have time to post.  And I really like posting-it is kind of therapeutic for me, seeing as how I go days on end without seeing any other humans.

So, I apologize to everyone for not being able to visit as much as I would like.

Also, sometimes I just fly through my reader without stopping to comment.  Feel free to do the same to me.  It is much quicker that way!

6)  From Michelle Dawn:

Here is my question… Does LJ ( I keep up:) ) know that you told the world his secret!?

I think she is referring to the fact that I told you all that LJ peed on the wood pile.

Yes.  I told him I saw him and I was going to blog about it and he said,

"You are such a dork, Taylor."

And that, my friends, made it so much easier to blog about it!

7)  From Amanda:

Hum… questions for Taylor. Hum…. how about… how would you spend $1 million dollars? And please just ignore charities and world peace stuff.

Well, if I could not move (and I probably can't, cause my husband is in double love with this place), I would probably pay off the houses first. 

Yes.  I said houses.  We like to add stress to our lives like that.

No.  We are not wealthy.  Just either really dumb or really smart.  We'll let you know how it all pans out later on.

Probably dumb.

I would also fix this house up a bit and maybe buy something totally awesome like a minivan.  LJ would get a tractor.

And with the rest, I would put it into saving or invest it somehow.

And I would make LJ takes us all to Disneyland.

8)  From Jodi:

My question is what would you like each person in your house to start (or stop) doing?

Lumberjack:  Stop with all the crazy ideas!  I can't keep up with him and his redneckish ways!

Myself:  Start exercising.

Sweet Pea:  Grow taller so she can unload the dishwasher and put everything away!  Ha!

Daisy Mae:  Stop writing her 9's as p's and her 3's as E's. 

Handsome Dude:  Stop stealing gum and peeing on the toilet seat and splashing in the bath and tormenting his sisters and stealing trucks from his brother and destroying his glasses and peeing on the floor and shooting me with hangers and pounding on doors and slamming doors and trying to brush his own teeth all while smearing toothpaste everywhere.

Little dude:  Start using the toilet.  Without peeing on it.

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That is all the questions!

Thank you and Happy Friday!

PS-We are going on a field trip today!

PPS-It is to a TV Station.  I hope my boys will behave.

PPPS-They probably won't.

Luscious Locks.

Welcome to another exciting edition of:  Questions.  And their answers.

Thank you to everyone who asked a question. 

Here we go!

1)  From Rachel Spin:

Do you have any large ferocious beasts in you woods? Like bears or mountain lions or coyotes? Have you come across any signs of these beasts? or had any encounters with them? I’m a little worried about your bunnies.

Hmmm.  I have seen deer, turkeys, mice, various species of birds, and one moose, who I suspect was pregnant.  I have heard coyotes and owls at night.

One night last summer, I opened the back door to take out the trash.  It was late and very dark.  I heard a large animal crashing through the woods, running away from me.  That was terrifying and gave me the peepee shivers.

I fear the only ferocious beast that the bunnies must worry about is this one:

Fun Fact:  Lucy will oft jump up on the rabbit hutches and steal their water bottles.

LucyFur.

2) From Mindee at Our Front Door:

If you won the lottery, would you move or just fix up the house you’re in now?

If it were up to me, we probably wouldn't live here in the first place.

No.  We would probably be living in a house in the city, visiting museums on the weekends whilst sipping lattes, shopping at malls instead of Farm and Home, and contemplating eating a vegetarian diet.

But, alas.  I don't always get what I want.  Sir Lumberjack L-O-V-E-S this place with all of his being and has no plans of ever moving.

Therefore, if Iwere to win the lottery, I would try to lure him away from Ruralville with other properties that are closer to civilization, yet still redneckish enough for him to feel at home.

3)  From Debra

How can you stand being in the house at such a low temperature? I’d be an ice burg.

(Lest any of you are confused, my Lumberjack likes to keep the house at 62)

Well, Debra, it isn't easy.

My first tip would be to layer.  Start off with an undershirt of your choosing.  Next, add a long-sleeved shirt.  Then I have a thick, albeit hideous, wool sweater I put on.

This sweater is not attractive.  Yet it gets the job done.

Perhaps if you are lucky, dear readers, one day I shall show it to you.

Next, I find two pairs of socks really do help.  And I always wear slippers.  If I am still chilly, I will make a cup of tea.

I have also found that washing my hands with hot water is a fun, mid-morning warm-up.

And, finally, if I am just too cold, I go to the thermostat and turn the heat up to about 67 or 68 and figure what the Lumberjack don't know won't hurt him.

I am scandalous, am I not?

4)  From Amy V

How do you discipline your naughtypants boys when timeouts and spankings (or maybe that just is me…don’t report me) do not work. My soon-to-be 2 year old is making me CRAZY!!! (and I didn’t have far to go before). Taking things away doesn’t work, he throws huge tempertantrums and it is more like my punishment than his…

I am glad you asked me!  It is obvious that I am the authoritative expert on getting young boys to obey.

Time outs do work for my boys.  Most of the time.  Just removing them from whatever they are doing and telling them they cannot come back until they are ready to be nice.

Taking things away also works for me.  But it has to be the right thing.  For example, my son really loves chocolate milk, so I will sometimes not allow him to have it for the rest of the day.  Oh, for the weeping and wailing when he does not get his chocolate milk.

It is tragic for him.

If it has been a really bad day for me with them, I will make them talk to their dad about what they did when he gets home.

I say something uber awesome like, "When your dad gets home, you will tell him that you climbed to the top of the fridge, stole a pack of gum from mommy's purse, ran downstairs, chewed up every single piece, and hid the chewed pieces under the piano, beds, toy box, and in your dresser drawers."

Yes.  That gets them shakin' in their boots.

5)  From Joyce

What color do you wish your peach walls were and do you have any plans to make them that way?

I wish they were the same green that I painted my kitchen in my other house:

I waited seven years for that kitchen to get painted.  And I never got to enjoy it.  For we had to move immediately after finishing it.

Oh, the humanity!

6)  From JDaniel4's Mom:

What would you do about a beaver dam built in the front yard?

Ok.  If my Lumberjack decided to put a beaver dam in the front yard, I would deem him officially crazy.  I would tell him to have fun living in his 62 degree, peach-walled house with deer and turkey and mice and a demon puppy and numerous rabbits and wood piles and human waste lagoon all by himself.

I shall be moving.

Far, far away.

7)  From Hoosier at Heart:

Question: If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Hmmm.  I think it would be that I live in Ruralville.

Ha!  I kid!  I jest!

I don't think I could pick one thing.  But I will try:

I really, really wish I had lovely, dark brown hair.

Yes.  Lovely and thick, yet smooth, and it would just air dry beautiful and all peoples everywhere would be envious of my luscious locks.

***

Alright.  That is all for today. I have more questions that I shall answer later on.

Happy Thursday!

Disclaimer:  I love my husband very much.  My life is not horrible, even if I do have peach walls and a human waste lagoon.  I just enjoy complaining about trivial things every now and then.

I am a brat like that.

Thank you.

The Boys.

It is all I can do to keep my boys occupied whilst I am trying to homeschool the girls.

And folks, I can assure you-this is no easy task.

Oh, sure.  Little Dude appears harmless there at the end of the table.  But he isnothing but trouble.

I am not sure if you've heard or not, but my boys, as precious as they might be, can be kind of naughty.

Yes, I know.  'Tis surprising.

Usually, the boys play right by the table and race trucks through the kitchen and slam into each other's trucks and fight over trains and fight over tractors and fight over books and race and fight and yell and fight and race and yell and fight and race.

I am sure it is the ideal homeschool environment for the girls.

I have this sister-in-law.  Let's call her Lisa.  She purchased toy guns for my boys this Christmas.

For shame, Lisa.  For shame.

I have since had to put the guns in a permanant time out, on account of all the horrific weeping and moaning and yelling they caused.

But my boys are a creative.  They now use hangers to shoot each other.  And they also set their hangers up on hampers to steady them so they can "shoot the deer" that they see outside of the windows.

This is my life.

But there are times, as few as though they might be, when my boys GO PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE.

This is a win/lose situation, my friends.

Win=I have some uninterrupted time to bestow wisdom on the girls.

Lose=The boys are naughty.  And they are probably doing naughty things.

And now, here is a list of some of things my boys have snuck away and done while I was doing the aforementioned bestowing of the wisdom.

1.  Taught themselves how to brush their own teeth.

Hopefully, next week they will teach themselves how to turn the water off and clean up after themselves. 

2.  There is a door downstairs that leads to the outside.  They are absolutely never, ever allowed to go outside without my permission.

So, you might be as surprised as I was after hearing this conversation I had with Handsome Dude.

Me:  Dude!  Why is the floor wet?

HD (short for Handsome Dude . . . keep up, people!):  I not know!

Me:  Did you go outside?

HD:  No!  Cokey (Little Dude) did!

Me:  Cokey.  Did you go outside?

LD:  Yes!

Me:  Why?

LD: Nah-blah side and um no and um wet and um stick and yay!

HD:  Cokey brought snow inside!  We play in the dark forest.

So, yes.  That conversation was riveting.  And yes, they were bringing piles of snow inside so they could play "dark forest" inside.

3.  Handsome Dude was "vaccuming" his room.  And put a hole in the sheetrock.

 Fun Fact:  Lumberjacks loathe patching sheet rock.

Funner Fact:  I knew not what sheet rock was until I met my dashing Lumberjack.

***

But, my boys aren't naughty all the time.

I know.  'Tis surprising.

Sometimes they are stinkin' hilarious.

Back in the day, the girls used to play dress up all the time.  My boys have not really shared in their love for dress up.  But they do, upon occasion, play:

"David and Alex."

Now.  David is their dad.  Alex is David's brother.

Remember Alex?

Whenever Alex wears a hat, he wears it backwards.  Whenever David wears a hat, he wears it normally.

So, my boys, play Alex and David.  They each put on a hat.  And whoever is David, wears their hat in the normal fashion:

And then, whoever is Alex, wears it backwards.

And they switch throughout the play session on who they are.

And the entire time, they are loading up trucks and trailers and helping each other back them up and park them.

"Back it up, doooood!"

"You're good, you're good, you're good, keep coming, you're good!"

"I got it!"

My boys are uber creative, are they not?

Happy Wednesday!