Boy Mom

Today was Singleton Day for Mr. Dude and me...or as Charlotte likes to call it, "Charlotte's Day of Fun with Grandma and Jensen's Day of Fun with Mommy." We spent the entire day doing very boyish things, all at the request of my little dude.

First up, he wanted to go see the excavators. They are building a new road nearby, and Jensen loves to watch the big trucks at work. Unfortunately the best place to park and watch is beside a cemetery, but that doesn't seem to bother Jensen.

Once we had our fill of the excavators, Jensen wanted to go to the car wash. We took the kids through once when they were tiny, but I don't think they have been since. Jensen was so cute. He tried to put on a brave face, but I could see his little fists clenched and a look of worry on his face the entire time. Afterward he admitted that the car wash was fun, but a little loud and scary too. To put a smile back on his face, we headed out to Target and Marshall's to pick up a few things...including the toy of his choice. I'm not afraid to admit that I spoil both kids when it's their turn for Singleton Day.

And his toy of choice? Yep, an excavator. Which he carried to the car all by himself.

We met Daddy for lunch and were in for an little mini-adventure when the smoke alarm went off (SO LOUD) and the fire department was called in...all due to some extra-smokin' hot fajitas! So Mr. Dude got yet another manly thrill when the fire engine pulled up outside and the firefighters walked in to save the day.

Another treat...lemonade!

After nap (or lack thereof, as usual), we headed outside for some more fun with Jensen's new excavator. We dug up some new friends...

...teeny, tiny baby worms. Jensen kept looking for them and when he would find one, he'd make me pick it up and put it in his little outstretched hand, then deposit it into a nearby bush which he decided was "the worms' home". By the end of the day I was quite dirty but happy from my day of fun with my little dude.

 I always wanted a little boy and I never knew if I'd be so blessed as to have one. I sometimes tell Jensen that I love him more than the moon and the stars and the sun. Today when we were riding in the car he asked if I loved him "more than the moon and the stars and sun and the bulldozers and the excavators." Yep, Buddy. I sure do.

Wordless Wednesday {Boy + Dog}

It's Not My Favorite

Reading back on old blog updates, I sound a bit like an (annoyingly perky) broken record: “I love this age!” “Every month gets better and better as the kids get older.” “This is the best age yet.” Well, the kids are now almost three, and I’m here to break the cycle: This is NOT my favorite age. It has stopped getting better and better and started getting whinier and whinier. And tantrum-ier and tantrum-ier. I'm still a broken record, but now I sound more like this: "Stop whining. Stop whining right now." "Go to time-out. Go to time-out right now." "Brian, get me some wine. Get me some wine right now."

I have a VERY low tolerance for whining. But I kind of don't know how to stop it. I've tried ignoring it, time-out, etc., and I definitely do NOT give them what they want when they're whining. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears. Unless I'm wearing my earplugs, which I seriously may start doing. My mom assures me that they'll grow out of it and they won't still be whining when they're 18, but I have my doubts. 

(Also, I just realized this entire post consists of me whining. About whining. Ha!)

Anyways, here is a pic of my kids not whining...because they're eating ice cream. And it's virtually impossible to whine while eating ice cream.