So I had all of these great or funny stories that I was going to tell about each one of my kids. I had plans to write them out when I had the time, but of course now I can't, for the life of me, remember them. That's the way it goes when you are a mom, I think. But I do remember some, so I'll share those.
Liam, talking about the linoleum flooring (out of the blue, we had not had any previous conversation about it) that is in our house, "So it's like a big roll of plastic-y paper that they just put on the floor?" Yes. Yes, that is exactly what it is. I don't think I could have put it better myself.
Fox is potty training this week. He has done awesome even though I wish potty training was just me saying, "okay, you poop and pee in this toilet now," and then that was it. They got it. And I never had to change wet pants or clean up..."stuff" off the floor. But really he is doing very well. Just like I did with my other kids, I let him go to the store and pick out a treat that he can have as a reward after using the potty. He picked out M&M's and Halloween pumpkin and candy corns. We call them "potty treats." Unfortunately, Fox decided to take it one step further. While walking through the store Fox asked (quite loudly, mind you. I don't think that boy has any volume except for loud), "Mom, I have a potty M&M?" "Mom, I yike my potty pumpkins!" We got some really weird looks.
Last week, (before potty training), Fox had a stinky diaper. I asked him if he did and he emphatically denied it. Even as I laid him down and started wiping his bottom he cried and squirmed and said he didn't poop.
Me, being the awesome parent I am, swiped a wipe across his bottom and held up it up and said, "Then what is that? Is that poop?"
He nodded his agreement.
"Did you poop in your diaper?"
"No."
"Well then who did?"
"A bug."
"A bug crawled into your diaper and pooped?"
"Yes."
"What color was the bug?"
"Red, with red yeyes."
I questioned him a little bit more about the bug, and he had all the answers and really who can argue with that? Fox-1 Kira-0 (Okay let's be realistic, it's more like Fox-439 Kira-2, but who's counting?)
Tony has been bugging me to write this story.
Remember how my post about the house we are living in I said that I had a few things that I didn't like about it? Well one of those things is that we have been getting eaten alive by fleas!! EW! I know! This property is suppose to be a no pet property, but I don't know if the people before us just ignored that or if all of Ames is just infested with fleas (really I'm starting to wonder, there are quite a few people that I've found out are getting bit by them also!). We have no animals. We are clean people. Between Tony and the professionals that the property owners paid for to come out, our house has been sprayed 4 times for fleas and yet still they are getting us. I really, really don't know how. (So if anyone has some awesome tips I would love them!)
Anyways that's not the story....
While racking our brains, trying to figure out how these stinking bugs are still living we came to the conclusion that they had to be on other animals (aka mice or rats). So that night Tony went out and bought poison traps and sticky traps and set them up down stairs. The next several days I didn't go downstairs. Laundry got neglected. If we needed food from our food storage for dinner, I changed what we were eating. I avoided downstairs like the plague. I knew that some rodent would be stuck on one of those stupid sticky traps and I would be the one to find it.
Finally we ran out of clothes and I
had to do laundry. I almost cried (just kidding...no, no I'm not). In all sorts of anxiety I told Tony that if I even heard anything I was coming back up and making him go down instead. He agreed. I grabbed my laundry basket and cautiously headed down the stair. When I got to the bottom step I heard it. A high pitched squeaking/squealing! My heart stopped. My body stopped. I dropped my laundry basket and hightailed it out of there.
"TONY!!" I screamed, ready for him to come to the rescue.
I was answered by laughter.
Remember that awesome laundry shoot that I told you about? Well, evidently it also works as a good way to make noise from up stairs to downstairs. Tony, seeing my uneasiness about going downstairs, decided to help me get over that fear by making squeaking noises down the laundry shoot. And he's good at them.
He laughed hard for a good half an hour afterwords. I cried a little bit, hit him a lot, and made him do the laundry.
It's been a couple of weeks and we have yet to catch anything but a few spiders. I think our idea of critters living down there is incorrect, but it made for one horrible prank for Tony to play. (He did it 2-3 more times after that and got me every time. Darn boys)
EDIT
I remembered the story about Emma!!
A friend of mine bought Emma a cute new outfit. It was adorable, with plaid shorts and blue shirt that said "smile & laugh" with a big smile face. The day she wore it we were out and about going to 2-3 different stores. When we got home I smiled at her and said, "It love your new outfit!" She grinned then quizzically looked down at her shirt and said, "It says 'stinky' right? Liam told me it says stinky." I laughed out loud and told her "No, it says 'smile.'" She shrugged, said okay, then walked off to go play.
It took me a little while to realize that Liam must have read the shirt as saying "smelly" instead of smile (darn 1st grade phonics reading). My favorite part is that Emma was totally cool with going out wearing a shirt that labeled her as "stinky."
