Nap time shenanigans

Today Evrett out-did himself in the naughty/hilarious category. This is a 2 part episode so stick with us!

First he was grumpy about napping because we’d been at the park all morning and he fell asleep in the bike trailer about 2 blocks from the house. This made him think he had an excuse to be awake and ‘have more lunch’ instead of going directly to bed. I over-ruled him, but allowed him to have his little water bottle in bed for a few minutes to have a drink. This was my first mistake. . . Not 10 minutes after I left his room (and about 2 mins after Ben finally quit fussing and went to sleep) out pops Evrett saying he can’t sleep because he’s soaking wet.

“Why are you soaking wet? did you pee in your bed?”

“No Mommy I poured my water on my head so I could be like Moe”

FYI Moe is a ‘Doodlebop’ from the disney channel show of the same name who pulls a rope every episode and gets water dumped on his head. He also plays drums and breakdances which is why Evrett thinks he sooooooooooooooooo cool. Ughhhh.

So anyway we change his wet clothes and pull wet blankets and Mr. Bear off the bed and I lay him in our bed to take his nap. I tell him he MUST take his nap now, and lay quietly and NOT play or otherwise monkey around to keep himself awake. I used my very best “Mommy is serious and you better listen or it will be very very bad” type voice. He promised to go to sleep.

Then I made my second and third mistakes: I actually believed he’d behave, and I neglected to check the room for any objects he might find too exciting to ignore. About 20 minutes later I had finished a few things and decided to check on him before I sat down to have a snack. He’d been pretty quiet so I assumed he’d be out cold; that will teach me to assume things. I open the door to the overpowering aroma of Old Spice deodorant, an open container of it laying on the bed and Evrett quite obviously in the middle of putting his underwear back on.

Me: “WHAT are you doing?” I am genuinely confused at this point since I cannot conceive of why he’d need to be naked even if he was ‘using’ Daddy’s deodorant on the sly.

Evrett: “I just don’t wanna be stinky Mommy–and I need gel in my hair like Daddy but it won’t open”(Thank goodness for hair gel with difficult lids)

While biting the insides of my cheeks very hard to keep from laughing I point out that deodorant is for armpits, and not our ENTIRE body–which lesson was much more quickly learned when the portion he applied to his forehead(seriously kid? who does that?) began to make his eyes sting and we had to use his teddy bear to wipe it off. And now I need to change our–freshly washed might I add–sheets because my fourth mistake was taking away the toiletries and then leaving him in the room to take his nap. Now the bedding has soaked up the scent from his liberally slathered legs, arms, and torso and reeks like an overzealous gym teacher–double Ugghhh. Oh well, such is life with boys.

And here’s some pictures just cuz they make posts more interesting . . .





Those, fairly obviously I guess, are of St. Patrick’s Day, Easter and a hike we took in March. Good night all.

Umm, really??

Really, really Tor? I cannot believe you have roped me into this ridiculous ‘tagging’ phenom. 10 deep dark secrets about me? I’m not exactly a vault when it comes to my own life. I’ll give it a shot.

1. I once stole a mint from the Lion’s club box on a counter in a store in Cambridge, MN (I was about 4. They cost 3 cents.) My mom caught me with the empty wrapper outside, made go back and apologize, paid the 3 cents–over the cashier’s protests as I recall–and then made me sit in the car at the next errand. This was back in the days when a 4 year old could sit in a car outside a store and the police would not be called and you would not be in any danger–unless you got out of the car and your mom caught you at it.

2. One night when I was maybe 8 it was very hot so I slept naked. Somehow my brother found out and told the entire Latchkey(aka before school care, which our Mom was ran at the time) program about it the next day. I have rarely been so embarassed.

3. I was a 3 sports a year jock in middle school; tennis, basketball and track.

4. In high school I decided sports were too big a commitment and so joined French club, SADD, Odyssey of the Mind, Drama club, became the track team manager and did backstage work for musicals thus using all the time plus a good bit more that would have been used on sports. Odd how that worked out.

5. I always complained about hating school, but secretly loved it.

6. I abhor spelling mistakes; can’t seem to get over that no matter how hard I try.

7. I’m beginning to dislike coke–it gives me a stomachache sometimes.

8. I love country music and the tv show One Tree Hill.

9. I think Americans(myself included) are generally greedy, selfish, and gluttonous. I am disturbed by this because I still believe the USA is a wonderful country and cannot seem to resolve the two issues in my mind.

10. I want to learn to play the cello and speak Spanish fluently.

Better late than Never . . .

With that timeless cliche as a caveat, we will now post pictures from Ben’s 1st Birthday. Yes it was in January, and yes it is now April; babies stuffing their face with cake is never out of style right? Plus Ross and I are in the doghouse with all the grandparents for not sending them sooner. haha. So, here are some of our little monkey turning 1, and a couple of some ‘small fires’ we’ve had in our fire pit this spring. Also Evrett sitting on his very own ‘big boy bike with only 2 wheels!’ which he is really, really excited to have.crw_8228.jpg


Not sure exactly what he’s chewing here, but it didn’t do him an lasting damage so I guess it’s fine.


Evrett is playing a song here–a drumming, kazoo type song.


Ben was none too sure about this giant white thing with flames on it at first. . .


But the whipped cream frosting and chocolate-y goodness overcame that quickly enough!



This has nothing to do with birthdays; its just Evrett being ‘Super Evrett’ in his underwear.


Ross tried to get some cute ‘art-y’ shots to mark turning one. These turned out rather well I think. But I’m biased.


Just for Tante Rebs and Uncle Wilson, the favored ‘lookaway’ 🙂


And one more just because he’s cute and making a cute face to boot!


Now the random, difficult to categorize extras:



There will be more posted soon also. We have Easter and Ross’ birthday and such to add on.