He’s THREE!!!!! I know I usually write some sappy post but I got nothing today. Maybe later, maybe not. He completes this family, that’s for sure. Without him we wouldn’t laugh nearly enough.

I can almost say I have 3, 5, 7 and 11 year old!!! How is that for crazy? Seems like yesterday I walked through the doors carrying baby T! WOW!! Time flies too quickly!!

I thought for sure he would be 3 and still wearing diapers. I was so desperate that I told him when he turns three the diaper fairy comes and takes his diapers away. The diaper fairy would then give the diapers to a baby. Well, hes not quite 3 and he doesn’t need diapers anymore!! So you know what this means don’t you? 11.5 years of buying diapers,running to Target just for diapers and spending money on other things I didn’t need are over. Just like that I have no reason to go down the diaper aisle. Its bittersweet for sure. Its the next chapter in our lives.
The chapter of babies has now come to an end….dang i feel old!

Wy officially has pink eye. He’s been out of school since Tuesday. Today he woke up not looking any better so I broke down and got him an appointment. $15 and being exposed to many germs later he was given eye drops. Well, the doctor informed me that even if it’s bacterial it will go away by itself in 5-7 days. So it’s been three days and I may skip the nasty drops, save myself from the screaming and fighting and wait it out.
I don’t like him missing school though. If he’s not better by Sunday morning I may break down and hold him down, most likely have to sit on him, pry his eyes open and pray the drops actually get in his eyes. That way he can return to school Monday.

Now on to JJ

When she tried out for the solo she didn’t get it. Her best friend did though. She took the rejection well and I thought to myself “well sweetie, you got the brains and the looks but not the voice” Bad mommy I know. I would never tell her this though but I really didn’t think she had what it took for a solo (hey, i am one of those moms that know my kids aren’t perfect). Her best friend came down with the flu so JJ was asked to fill in for her. Her music teacher worked with her during lunch. She had maybe an hour of practice for this solo.
Mr. Fun and I were so nervous for her. She stood up there, the music started and then I heard this voice. This voice was simply beautiful. It brought tears to Mr. Fun’s eyes. I held them back. Who knew she could sing like that? I sure didn’t think she could. She is trying out for the spring musical and now I hope she gets the leading part. She rocked that concert last night. On our way out everyone was telling her how great she sounded. It was a proud mommy night for sure.

and mom, can you send the addresses I asked for to mdawsonphotography@cox.net, please?

So we were at the store picking out a treat for G’s class. He is star of the week and he can bring a treat in to share with the class. I would prefer to make them but that’s not allowed, all treats have to be store bought.I think it’s a stupid rule. We had cupcakes picked out then JJ pointed out a candy cane made from cupcakes. I asked G if he would rather have that. JJ answered with “he doesn’t like that”. Out of nowhere this lady asked G if he could talk. G looked at me for permission to speak to a stranger, I nodded but not before this lady asked him again if he could talk. He answered with yes. She began to lecture him that he needs to talk for himself. I was so shocked I was speechless(which is rare). I tried to get my children moving quickly. Hahaha, four kids all moving in one direction quickly while surrounded by treats they rarely get, now that’s hilarious. She wouldn’t stop talking about her kids and how they talk for each other and she doesn’t like it. She then told G once again that he needs to talk for himself so that he wouldn’t get hurt. I told her that he’s not much of a talker anyways. This woman started on how that doesn’t matter and he needs to speak for himself. OH MY WORD WOMAN!! SHUT UP!!! Those that know my kids know that they rarely talk for each other and that is why my almost three old talks like he’s five. JJ just happened to hear the question and G didn’t. So I had to be put through a very creepy situation. I suppose I can understand her concern but she doesn’t know my kids, they don’t speak for each other very often. So lady, BACK OFF!!! Go work on your own children and let me parent mine the way I see fit.

I still wonder why I had four kids. I do. I doubt myself daily. Can I really raise four kids to be good, respectful, successful adults?

They are all going through phases right now. G is into hurting his brothers and then acting like it was an accident. I ain’t stupid, pinching your baby brothers cheek that hard is not an accident. He also likes to be a smart ass. Hoping this passes soon. Wy, well…..Wy is Wy and it isn’t a phase, unfortunately. JJ is into bossing her brothers around, raising her voice to them. Drives me crazy, only because I hear myself in that tone. When she does this I remind myself I am not going to be the mother that yells. Then I yell *sigh* . T is almost three and it’s showing. Not sure how the age two got such a bad rap, I love the age two. Now the age three sucks, in my opinion. They are old enough to know better so the rotten things they do are no longer cute or as easily forgiven. I don’t expect perfection, you’ve heard about Wy. I do expect respect and a good listener. So far threatening with time out has kept T in check. His mouth however is forgetting to ask nicely for things. He likes to demand in a not so pleasant voice.

I do realize my kids are good kids. When we are out in public I always, ALWAYS get a comment on how well behaved they are. This makes me proud, then we get home and they melt. They throw tantrums, they fight and they forget who is in charge. I guess if they are going to misbehave, at home is the best place to do it. I am dreading the teen years……….

He fights me on everything I say. I say run he says walk. I say sleep he says read. I say no he asks again and again. Then for the hell of it he asks about ten hundred more times. He drives me to yelling. I do not want to yell at my kids, it makes me feel awful inside. I beg him to stop so I won’t get to that point, he keeps pushing me and pushing me. So I yell. I am trying very hard to walk away and count breathe count breathe. He FOLLOWS ME!! Hangs on me. I put him in time and he kicks the door and screams!! I want to get past this.

I have this friend, we’ll call her Steph because that’s what I call her. She is a great friend. A friend I feel I can talk to about anything and I trust her completely. So we were talking about my Wy monster. She had some insight for me that I would have never thought about. She says when she looks at Wy she sees a very sensitive boy. A boy that gets his feelings hurt easily. I thought about this and have started hugging more and trying very hard to stay calm,talking in a calm voice. The last couple weeks I have heard him say “but so and so hurt my feelings”. I have never heard him say this before. Usually he just cries and screams. So we talk about and cuddle, he seems calmer. Seems to get over whatever has worked him up easier and it doesn’t come to a yelling match and the kicking of the door.
He still asks for things after being told no, he still doesn’t listen to me once he has his mind set on something but we are getting there. I am getting better at stopping myself, reminding myself he is not like my other three children. He doesn’t always listen the first time, time outs don’t work, taking away x-box and computer time only works if you get to it before he’s too worked up. Once he realizes he lost the time he starts yelling that he didn’t lose anything. He is Wy, he is ultra sensitive, he is hard headed, he is stubborn. I think he will struggle the most out of my children when it comes to life in general. I hope that I can help him now to better understand who he is, what is right and what is wrong no matter how you feel. I want him to be able to express his frustrations and hurt feelings in a positive way. I am struggling with this…..

Why was I not warned that boys develop an attitude when they turn seven? It’s nothing horrible but man he can argue any point to the bitter end. Luckily he is my pouter and he’ll storm to his room and pout for a few before realizing I am mom, he is son, I win.

Finished proofing all my Florida sessions and now I am back to this….

Isn’t he so sweet? Nah, he’s a pistol with a little sweet thrown in for good measure.

Last week it was a major head trauma. This week he’s trying to knock some teeth out.

Luckily he only ended up with bruised gums, tiny fat lip and very minor scratches on his nose.
He was going to go duck under the garage door while it was still opening. I said “T, don’t do that” So he stands up and the garage door gets him right in the mouth as its going up and knocks him on his butt. The amount of blood pouring from his mouth had me a little freaked. I know that the mouth tends to bleed a lot but this was crazy amounts. Luckily it stopped bleeding and the damage done is minor.
So later at dance he slips and falls hitting his head on the corner of the wall. Nice little goose egg on the left side of his head.

Do they sell bubble wrap in mass quantities?