Sibling Rivalry

So of course any time, mom and dad want to talk, you have to constantly get interrupted. As if your children know,  if they allow parents to talk to one another  and exchange information, we might actually team up against them or procreate.  With so much chaos and screaming, time to divide and conquer, AGAIN.... Bath time got moved up to 6:30pm.

After the bath, Nathan and I went up to his room and worked on his phonics journal,  (and extra arm and a leg).  But there is no price on your child's education, right?  (Don't ask his dad the question of higher education).


So we are working on his workbook for the week, Letter recognition, letter sound and penmanship.  I noticed he was very focused, and pleasant.  Umm very different than usual.  He looks at me and says,  "Good thing Katelyn is not here bothering us". It struck me as odd, but I was having such a good time with him I let go of the comment.

Well 30 minutes later, who do we hear coming up the stairs,  YUP Katelyn..... Dad takes her to her bath, I could see the sigh of relief in Nathan's face.  But it didn't last long.  Katelyn was back in the room about 10 minutes later.

Well it was clear, the sibling rivalry was there.  Dad tried to get Katelyn out of the room,  their conversation consisted of the following:

Katelyn wanna go to your room and play,           Answer:  NO
Katelyn wanna go to the choo choo room  and play          NO
Katelyn wanna go see Noah                                                 NO
Katelyn want a pair of new sun glasses                               NO
Katelyn want a new purse                                                      NO
Katelyn want Ice Cream                                                         YES

If wives could be that easy..... Brian wishes he could get off with just buying me ice cream

Driving Lessons

Have you ever been driving, and find yourself with a back seat driver?  Well normally I am the backseat driver, questioning everything.  But today was different.  I picked up the kiddies from school to drive them to swim class.

As we were driving we caught a little traffic, freeway merging. I can hear Nathan in the back seat, "I hate traffic," "What is all this traffic?" I turn to him and asked him, "Nathan what do you know about traffic?", "I know Everything!!" he replies quickly. I think to myself, I agree with him, usually I am the one in the passenger seat sitting inpatient and getting upset.  I continue to drive along.  Nathan tells me, "Why can't you go that way", he is referring to the opposite side of traffic, you know the side that is moving at full speed.  I reply, "Because we are going to swim class and swim class is this way." As we continue, traffic picks up and slow down, I press the gas petal and then the brakes.  Apparently, that annoyed Nathan, He quickly says, "Ahhh Why are the pressing the petal and making the car go arrrrrhh"


OMG Who invited this backseat driver, the irony in all of this, I normally would be making all these comments.  Is it possible that I too was thinking all of these thoughts and sending them to Nathan through telepathy? For someone who has never driven a car, Nathan sure has a lot of things to say to someone who has. No more driving lessons please.....

Where does the time go

I've been planning on introducing Nathan to the infamous Oreo cookie dunk,,waiting for the right moment.  You know the day he was a good boy at school, played nice with his little sister, and listen to mom and dad.  Well we had a pretty good day today.  So I went for it.

Didn't start the way I wanted it too.  We just finished wrestling around, even Katelyn had her body slams.  Nathan ended up getting a scratch, so instead of being super happy, big tears were rolling down his cheeks. AHHHH,  can we have a good experience, please.  It didn't appear at all like the Oreo commercial.

Nathan starts to feel better, and starts to enjoy his Oreos, dunking them,  making a little mess.  No big deal.  Until he says, "So you are gonna clean it", EXCUSE ME!!!! I think to myself, you are crazy little boy and you have some you know what to say that.  Nathan being, funny says it again.  Just so I don't pour his milk down his shirt, I rather walk away, to what he response, "Hey where you going , lady?" AHHHHHH. Just like dad, he must of confused me with the cleaning lady.


Not five minutes later, Nathan comes upstairs and says, "Mommy I am sorry,"....Just like a man kisses your behind but doesn't really mean it.  He leaves and returns to play like nothing happened.

Just the other day, we were sitting down on the couch, watching Scooby Doo. I was rubbing his ear.  He says, "Mom would you stop doing that." As if he was a teenager and embarrassing him in front of his friends.  Later that same day, we had the air condition tech come out.  He was working outside in the back yard.  Nathan asked me if he could go watch him work.  I told him he needed to wait until mom or dad can go outside with him, (to watch him).  He replies," I don't need you to watch me, I can protect myself."
Wow, where did the time go and what happened to my baby? You know the one that is suppose to be  sweet and mommy's little boy.

ANSWER:  GONE

Getting Crapped On

For the last six months Nathan has been asking for some boots. Sounds simple, right. With Nathan nothing is simple.  We thought,  maybe "fireman boots" to go with fireman outfit, and fireman truck.

Nathan, says no. I want work boots like Abuelo, gray and with shoe laces.  Well naturally Abuelo's "work boots" aren't gray, they are really leather, just old and dirty. Nathan's dad  find these infamous boots, ridiculously expensive.  No way is a four year old getting $90.00 that he is going to outgrow by the end of summer.  Than there are the "Cowboy" boots, really make up your mind.

To make matter worse Nathan needed to earn these boots, good behavior, no talking back and had to be nice to his sister (How long is long enough for a four old?)

Nathan finally gets cowboy boots, I told him he still needed to earn them and be a good boy.  Today he asked if he could wear them.  I TOLD HIM YES.  That lasted for about two minutes before he had a major fit about needing chap stick for his lips, when I asked him to put it away, he wants to get mouthy and get upset. Naturally it went up about 10 nocthes  ( I brought it up) after 30 seconds of some serious yelling and putting him on time out.  It got heated.  Baby daddy can't finish what he was doing (private,shuuuu) I bring Nathan;s little sister upstairs,  time to divide and conquer.

I sent Katelyn to her room, I asked her to get ready for her bath, (time to take of her clothes, and diaper off which by the way she is getting pretty good at).  I go to our bedroom to change into my pajamas.

Ahhh, what happens.  Katelyn walks into our bedroom, I can see she no longer has a diaper, poo poo on her butt, WHERE IS THE DIAPER? I found the diaper in her room, along with more on the carpet....CRAP...

Talk about getting crapped on TWICE...

Pumped up Kicks

Have any of you heard this song, well when you get a chance to hear you will see it has Nathan written all over it.  They must have met Nathan in a different life.....

Here is my version:

Nathan's got a quick hand.  He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.  He's got a rolled up lollipop, hanging out of his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he is coming for you, yeah he is coming for you.

All the kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run, outrun my Nathan
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run faster then my bullet

LOL...Nathan's Nation

                         

The new fish

We finally got our new fish, we decide to bring three home to start with.  Hopefully they last longer than Noah.  I didn't realize goldfish could live up to eight years, Noah lasted three weeks.  You think we did something wrong.  I know,  Noah was being watched by Uncle Shawn just a few days before his passing. UMMM

Nonetheless, I asked Nathan what he was going to name his fish.  He named them Jacques, Zoe, and Kristen.

If you are wondering where would a four year old up with those names, all by himself.  Yes they sounded a little familiar to us too, it just so happens they are all real people.  They are all the names of friends from school.  They should be flattered Nathan thinks so highly of them that he decided to name his fish after them.

Grocery List

How many times do us moms go out the to grocery store and have the kids with us, in this case MY SON Nathan,

As I am walking around getting some fruits and salads, he turns to me as says, "Mom, do we need any beer"


Well we always need beer, but I didn't expect my four year old to make the request. I politely responded, " not today."

The Charlie Brown

Ah my Nathan,

We ended a good day, with a good dinner.  Uncle Shawn stops by and visits to show his new ride.  Well Here at Casa De Nathan we tend to celebrate a lot with Jack and Bacardi.  Well the night comes to an end,  couple of Jacks and Bacardi down, we feel relax.

Everyone is gone, house is clean and the kids are down.....Naturally what comes next.  Yes, you know.

The thing with the kids being down is that you need to make sure they are down, by four really there is no control some bodily needs always show up, thirst, I need to pee, I am hungry, etc.

But for all intent purposes, Nathan was down.

Baby daddy wants a little dance, (get it) LOL and within seconds, I swear I heard Nathan's bedroom door crack open, Baby daddy, Says, "he is coming hurry up," WOW Nathan is like lightening, before I could hear the end of Baby Daddy's sentence, BAM, our bedroom door swing open.  I scream, AHHHH, Nathan screams, ahhhhh, needless to say Baby daddy got CHARLIE BROWN hahahahaha. Everyone is so shocked and embarrassed that we just have to laugh about it.  One day Nathan will realize what that meant.

The Morning Chaos

Well normally my mornings are Chaotic, as I am sure most of you who are mommys know.  Trying to get the kids ready, trying to wake up yourself, breakfast, and just getting them inside the car. Whoa....and still be in a good mood, really stay away from me until about 10am.....

This morning was different, Baby daddy has been off for the week, so it's been very nice.  Not that he always gets up, but Nathan wakes him up before me, hehehehe  (I Like it).

So we make it to breakfast and talk about our morning.  Nathan says he wants to go to Las Vegas,  I asked him, "Nathan what do you know about Las Vegas."  He says, "I know a lot", REALLY. "Yes it has big pools" I ask Nathan, "How do you know? " He replies, "My friend Alina went to Las Vegas and she told me,"

Ummm, I didn't realize that in preschool, four year old kids talk about their social life and networks.  I guess they do, I don't want to know what comes in elementary and Junior high.  Well he further adds that his little sister is a cry baby and we should leave her with Abuelo and Abuela.  WOW,,,does Nathan think we can just dump his sister off at a beck and call.  Well he is probably right, but no it's not going to happen.

Well fortunate for Nathan he will finally visit Las Vegas next month, I hope it meets all his expectations.

Conversations with a four year old

Well I have to say it's been pretty quiet around here, lots of time in the pool swimming.  Since Nathan has been underwater a lot, he really hasn't had much to discuss.

Except,,, at the end of the day after hanging out with his cousins and playing,,apparently daddy's partner comes to front door.  All the kids run to door.  I take Nathan outside to say good night. Well he was so excited to see Mr. Kyle that he took the fastest bath in Nathan history.

As he looks out the window, I tell him good night and say I am leaving, he says, no mommy don't leave me.  I said Nathan, "daddy is outside and he is with the police.  I think you will be ok".  He looks at me and says, "mommy your not a good deputy" EXCUSE ME....Nathan, replies, "Mr. Kyle is stronger and fast.

Well apparently, Mr. Kyle has been taking some special medicine, because about 5 minutes later, Daddy goes inside Nathan's room to say good night.

 Nathan asks his dad, "Dad who was that?"
 Daddy replies," Nathan, that is Mr. Kyle"

Nathan: "No he looks younger, his skin is lighter and his hair is different"
Daddy: "That is Mr. Kyle, it's nighttime so he looks different"

Well apparently the moonlight makes Mr. Kyle look stronger, faster and younger..Can I get some of that moonlight.

The Tinkle

So yesterday morning, I woke up and went to the bathroom, As soon as I walked in I could smell a strong odor of urine....Ummm


Well I knew Brian was in there right before. I thought, No way  he is too old for accidents.  I had also heard Nathan come into our bedroom earlier.  (Since dad has been on vacation, I pretend I am still sleeping) It helps, Nathan makes a V line to Brian's side of the bed.  Why would Nathan come into our bathroom, when he has one right across from his room,,,WHY??


Sure enough though, the bathroom mat was soaked, not a tinkle, more like the faucet was left on.


Later that morning I asked Nathan, "Nathan did you have an accident in mommy's bathroom, He put his head down in shame, and relied "it was only a little tinkle"


Well if that was a tinkle, I don't want to know where the rest went,  he is either sleep walking like his dad or he has been drinking too many Chocolate beers.

The Gold Fish

Well about three weeks ago, Nathan was at the OC fair with his cousins. I leave for five minutes. When I return I find that I have a goldfish,,ummm.  According to Gramma it belongs to Nathan.  So Now I have a goldfish, Gramma whispers to me, "Don't worry he wont make it through the rest of the weekend."  I look at this goldfish and he is like a rocket.  Yup had to be Nathan's, same personality, fast, never stops and looking for trouble.

Well the goldfish hits the road with us, we have another party to stop by before we go home.  I left the fish in the car, and noticed the cup he was in was cracked,  a little leaking.  Not major.  I was concerned if the fish, would be ok inside the car.  Being hot and all,  I thought well he is in water and went inside the party with the kids.

We spent about two hours at the party, It was time to go home, Nathan was beginning to jump off the wall and literally jump off my dad's head.  TIME TO GO.

We get to the car, I opened the door and I quickly see the goldfish, gasping for air (or Water) all the water leaked out of the cup.  I quickly grab a cup of filtered water I had and  throw the goldfish in it.

He MAKES it,, I thought this is really Nathan's fish.

We get home, and baby daddy had gotten a bowl, plant, fish food,decor, ect... OK

Nathan decides to name this infamous goldfish, NOAH.  So Noah it is. Well I grew to like Noah, I thought he was a cool little fish.  Fast forward to August 10.  Well we get home from the spa, I go to feed Noah and what do I find??

Yes, he is now dead, floating, OMG.  I call Brian down to the kitchen.  What do we do?  Brian decided not to tell Nathan, and quickly flushed him down to his grave.  The following morning, K (Nathan's sister) begins to point to where Noah's bowl would be and starts calling for him.  Nathan turns, and says Dad, where is Noah?
Well dad still not wanting to say anything, tells Nathan he is cleaning his bowl and had placed him inside the closet for now. Nathan gives him a look, and says ,OK.

So what does dad do?  Let me remind you, it was a small goldfish in a small bowl.

20 gallon tank aquarium, 25 lbs of gravel, numerous plants, a treasure chest later,,,yup Noah has a replacement.

Conversations with a four year old

Well this is the first time I ever do anything like this.  I consider myself a private person, and don't like my life out there.  However, I have a son, he is four years old and his name is Nathan.  Theres been several conversation pieces with this child, that just crack me up.  I feel I am speaking to a 16 year old.  Can any mothers out there relate?  So i figure what a better way to preserve these times with my son, who is commonly referred to as tsunami,  because after a disagreement with him or after a bad day, our emotions have been thrashed and we feel defeated.

As crazy as he drives me, he has recently been making some pretty good arguments.  Well I forgot to mention, everything with Nathan is about bargaining. He always has an idea, and most recently told his father, "DAD, I't's hard to be a little boy."

Hard to be little, try being an adult, he wants to jump from rock cliffs and drink chocolate beer.