Story #1: Guess What

Jon: Hey, Mama! Guess what?!
Me: What, hon?
Jon: Guess what?!!
Me: What?
Jon: Hey, Mama, guess what?
Me: Jon, you actually have to tell me the "what."
Jon: What!
Story #2: The Carjacking
Yesterday the four kids were playing pretty well together. Will decided to be the "mom" and walked around with a purse and a funny (high) voice. He gathered his three "kids" to take them shopping. As hie put them in their carseats (the couch), he carefully buckled each one in and told them to sit "criss-cross applesauce." He quickly got frustrated. Although Jon and Maddie each followed his instructions, Ben was being stubborn and not sitting cross-legged like Will wanted him to. After begging, pleading, fussing, and whining, Will did what any kid would do in that situation -- came crying to me. As he was complaining, Maddie and Jon just looked at him, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ben. . . his eyes got really big, and with an excitement only that child can contain, he jumped out of his "car seat" and hopped in the "drivers seat." When Will noticed that Ben was in HIS seat, he ran at him yelling, and Ben leaned back and with all his might pushed down on the pretend gas-pedal and squealled. I wish you could have been there to see a two year old burning rubber and screeching the tires to high-tail it out of there before his "mom" got to him. At that point Will was REALLY mad because I was laughing so hard I was crying. To see the way Ben leaned back as if his "car" (the couch) was really speeding was hilarious.
Story #3: The Shovel

Last evening, at dinnertime, Ben was rudely scooping food off his plate and shoving it in his mouth. Allen corrected him several times, but once I remember vividly. Allen said, "Ben, use your fork. Please don't shovel food into your mouth." With a confused look, Ben piped up "Daddy, the shovel is outside in the sandbox."
Story #4: The Shoe-lover

Last Thursday was Ben's day out with me while Maddie and Jon went to Mother's Day out. On our shopping and errand-running expedition, I let him pick out a toy and he chose a small Tonka backhoe (but he calls it a tractor). On Saturday, I took Maddie and Jon to choose a toy for themselves. Jon picked a fire-engine, and Maddie chose pink Disney Princess high heels. Sunday, Maddie came to me and asked for her purple princess shoes, and I told her she chose the pink ones, not the purple ones. She confidently proclaimed, "Well, I
need the purple shoes, too." That was the end of that conversations, but she made it clear she likes shoes like her mama does. This photo looks a lot like me, too -- notice how she's smiling, but trying hard not to drop the two babies.

Story #5: The Toystore
Sunday, I took Will shopping to pick out some new tennis shoes and a toy for himself (they were using gift money, I don't usually spoil my kids with toys.) As we wandered through the store, he spotted a squirt gun that claimed it would "Shoot water over 35 feet!!" As he caressed the packaging, I could see the gears in his mind moving, then he read it to me. "Wow! That's as high as our house," I told him. His eyes got big and his face lit up, "Mama! That means I could stand of the porch and shoot the babies on the swingset!" I patted his shoulder, "Yes, Will, you could, and that's why you aren't getting it." He was bummed for a few seconds until he saw the next neat thing. In the end, he chose Incredible Hulk hands and mask.

Story #6: Present Day
We got through another week, but I'm not sure if we'll make it all the way through this one. We are still trying to deal with the kindergarten mood-swings after school, but the little ones and I have found a nice rhythm. They play outside all morning and I do dishes, laundry, or work on the consignment sale stuff -- all things I can do at the kitchen table while I watch them play. I talked with Will's teacher twice on the phone this week about his behavior at school, and today I was not too thrilled to get the call from the vice-principal, too.

Story #7: Oh, Lovely Mud
I talked to a friend on the phone this morning, and that made the day a little more fun. While we chatted, I watched out the window as Ben, Maddie, and Jon played. . . and as they bathed themselves and each other . . . with mud. I decided a few days ago that life is easier when I don't spend my morning chasing them to make sure they stay clean. It takes much less energy to bathe them than to keep them clean. Here are some photos of our morning.


See? They shampood with mud!!

At least they took their clothes off before they got muddy.

I thought "bare-back riding" meant no saddle, but Jon had another idea. . .

I filled and emptied the tub three times -- three baths for EACH of the kids -- just to get all that dirt off. Now, I need to scrub the tub, too.

Right now, I am frustrated and in over my head. I don't know how to deal with Will's behavior at home or at school. Two of the triplets didn't nap today, and they woke the third, so I have four very grouchy kids right now, and that makes for a frustrated mama. Just when I felt like I had my act together, another day knocked me on my butt. It's quite discouraging, but I think I'll be okay if I can just make it to bedtime without loosing my mind. Tomorrow is another day, and we will all get to try it all again. If you pray, we could use help praying for health, wisdom, patience, and perseverence.