In Need of a Boost?

I know I am.  Today has been the Monday of horror-movies fame.  Children arising early and grumpy from an interrupted night sleep to scream and complain and talk back and whine and hurt themselves and others all day.  At last they are both quiet in their beds...sleeping?  I don't care to risk looking in to confirm.

A day like today makes me feel like a bad parent.  I know there are hundreds of ways I could improve as a parent, but I truly feel like I give it my best shot everyday. Somehow, every time I feel a strategy is finally working, the children change and the strategy is no longer useful!  I can't change often enough to keep up with them and it's exhausting, trying.  Am I looking at parenting from the wrong perspective?  Perhaps I'm not meant to keep up with them?  Bah!  I want to feel sorry for myself for a little while: eat some chocolate, drink some wine, watch a movie.  Then you can give me advice :)  Lord knows I will take any advice I can get most days.

I really just need a smile. If you do too, keep reading:  We all Say.

L: Tomorrow morning, at dinner, can we split a pepsi?

S: Gang-goo Mommy (Thank-you).

L: That lunch can sure stuff a four year-old up!


Me: I always overeat when someone's screaming!

Me: Teaching the boys to clean up after themselves is such a big job that sometimes, to give myself a break, I clean up after them myself!

L: It's my hat, so I get to rule it!

(to demonstrate a pattern of Seamus's)
S: Yeah! Cowboy comin'!
S: Yeah! Stawbewwies (strawberries).
S: Yeah! Yinus good dog. (Linus)

(holding up 3 fingers) 
L: I'm on my fourth muffin!

L: I wish Seamus was born on June 26th so we would have the same birthday and he could go to preschool with me.  We would be twins and be best friends!

L: Seamus, superheroes don't have puppies!
Me: Why not?
L: Because superheroes have to leave their house everyday and the puppies would get into mischief!

D: We need to get you dressed little man.
L: No!
D: Why not?
L: I can't run as fast with clothes on!

Luke says, Mom says, Seamus says

Luke:
I'm trying to put Dad's hat on the dog because that will be super funny.

Mom, do you want to catch my gitch?

Luke: You have a booty bag!
Sarah: What does that even mean?!
Luke:  I don't know, but it's funny!

Laura:
Please stop repeating yourself.  We hear what you're saying, but we're not listening.

I got rid of those shirts because they were too short and I was pretty sure they were never going to be long again.

(the humor in this one is the fact that I only have sons) Make sure you put shoes on when you go out so you don't ruin your nail polish!

You've gotta stop smacking your feet on the floor when you run.

Laura: I want to nibble your cheeks!
Luke: Oh mom, I'm much too skinny for lunch.

Seamus' newest words:
Ba-ya-na (banana!)
Puh! (up)

Luke Says:

Oh hurray!  It's Friday!  Fry-day is for eating fries.

I'm eating, I just don't look like I'm eating.  It's camouflage.

mom: Two thumbs up means the best.
luke: Two thumbs down is worsest.


mom: You have to come in.
luke: Why?
mom: It's dinner-time.
luke: I don't want dinner in the Summer.  I'll come in for Winter!

mom (singing broken off): Morning has broken, blackbird has - if you swing that yo-yo anymore you're going to hit somebody, and I'll have to take it away!

I don't like Sunday School because there's snack-time and then I don't have an appetite for lunch.

mom: We're going to hit two birds with one stone.
luke: What?
mom: We're going to get two things checked off our to-do list at the same time!
luke: And the birds in the bushes will be so surprised?!

luke (holding up shoes): Are they on the right feet?
mom: Nope.
luke (switches sides): How about now?
mom: Nope.
luke (exasperated, switches sides): How about now?
mom: Uuum, no.
luke: You're pulling my leg, aren't you?

Luke says; Mom says

Mom (me):  Even Batman wears nicer pants than those to church.
Luke:  But these are fancy if you wear them with a cape!

(after I cracked an egg and had it splash in my eye!)  I have never had egg in my eye when I was a baby and I never will.

A holiday is for hauling.

(while eating cranberries)  Branberries take away our sickness because they have fiber in them.

 Luke had his last day of his first year of preschool yesterday.  He passed with straight A's!  I didn't even realize it was the last day until just before he walked into the classroom, so I didn't get to really prepare him. But with the weather as nice as it is, and kid's soccer coming up in a few days, I think we won't have much trouble finding ways to spend our time!

Mom says:

A new genre to match the funnies that come out of Luke's mouth:  the funnies that come out of my own!

There were some pretty scary pigs in that movie, huh?

The baby doesn't speak English yet, so give him some grace.

Please don't use the utensils on your feet.