OH MY GOSH!!

Okay, can I tell you guys that I totally forgot I had a blog. It must be the fog that rolls in around age 30. I think its gotten to thick in my brain and nothing functions properly any more! Maybe there is some way to install a fan in there when it gets too thick! ( just a thought) I was looking on Facebook a little while ago and looked at my page and thought, Oh Crap, I totally forgot about our blog. Man, it cannot get much worse than this and if it can I am in big trouble. I only hope that my husband can put up with me for a while longer! HE HE!! It won't be long before I am drooling and need a diaper again. We better start buying now!
Okay, on to family. I have to take a moment and brag on Samantha, our 10 year old, whoops, I mean almost 11 year old. (DUH, MOM! and just imagine with me for a second the famous roll of the eyes! Oh, yes I think you see it, yeah right there. Yep she did it. Or maybe you imagined yourself doing it. Well, whatever,Yes, 10 and she has already mastered it!) Seriously, (just for a second though) I met with her 5th grade teacher last week and she has recommended that Samantha be tested for the honors classes for English/writing and math. This is a big deal first of all because Samantha is an overachiever and because she has wanted this since 3rd grade. So, yeah, I am so happy for her and yes, very, very proud. Ashley and Hannah's teacher both love them so I just sign papers and socialize for the alloted 20 minutes we have. It's my adult time if you can imagine how absurdly pathetic that is! What a proud mama I was that day! I know, I know, sometimes I am proud other than that day!
WARNING! WARNING! Landon, my little man, has become a monster! If some one sees my son please tell him that his mother wants him back home immediately. The little bugger that he sent in his place it going to cause me to twichand mummble on a continual basis. It feels like it happened overnight. Oh, of course he still loves a good cuddle and kiss, but he is so sassy and loud I don't know what to do. I took them to the kids club at the gym the other day. Opened the door and let them in to go play and I'm just talking to one of the teachers and he runs up to the door and screams, "Hey mommeay, (come on just imagine a two year old for a moment) GET OUTTA HEEYA! WHITE NOW! The little girl looked at me and said," what did he say?" I think he just told me to get out of here. I was a little offended. She said, "I can safely say that I have never heard a child come in here and ever tell their mom or dad to leave them." That is all that needed to be said.
He copies Josh and every ugly word that comes out of his mouth. Like the other day when the boys were out in the backyard yelling at the 4th and 5th grade boys that play next door, "Hey, you guys are losers, oh yeah, well you are a loser. Then Landons' immediate response is, "Hey, you losa!" And then he just beams at Josh like, what a cool big brother I have! Of course they were both sent to their rooms, you know right after Jay and I picked ourselves up off the floor and stopped laughing! Maybe I shouldn't admit that, but oh well this is what I have been reduced to. I have to find laughter in the little things. And yes there are alot of little things with our bunch. The funniest thing with Lan is that not only does he sound angry, but his looks could kill a man on the spot. I think his favorite phrases of late are "get way from me, humph!", "don't tuch me!", "you weeyed (wierd)" and oh yes my favorite of all time "I hate you mommy!". But see when he wants to be sweet he says "I lu you mommy" and then he hugs the life right out of me. Yeah, you just melt don't cha!
I have to say that the Goober who said that boys are easier than girls must have had girls and been deaf and blind. Boys are crazy and loud and like to hit and kick and move and yell and jump and climb. Must..... STOP.... NOW... And they love dirt and bugs! I have a huge supply if anyone is interested. They love to pick bugs up and show them to me. You know that thrill of the hunt and proud protector of the house thing. It starts at such a young age. What a proud day this is for me! Oh, I love my life!