Living with monkeys

***DISCLAIMER: If you have a weak stomach please turn away and do not continue reading :)


Last night it was time for my boys to bathe and start getting ready for bed. I was in the middle of reading something and decided to stick them in the shower together to play while I sat on the bed reading, 10 feet away. It was only for a few minutes.
I hear them laughing and talking but wasn't really paying attention. The laughing started to get more and more robust and there was a lot of banging going on in the shower. In the past when they laugh like this it is never a good sign. They were have WAY too much fun for the shower. I decided to investigate.
I peek my head into the shower and almost fell down in shock!
I screamed, then yelled for my 2 older kids to come witness and grabbed my phone to video tape the maddness.
What were they doing, you ask?
The 5 year old had decided to poop in the shower while the 4 year old was throwing it up against the wall. Yes, they were flinging poop. All over the shower walls, floor, my shampoo bottles. I was glad to not find the feces on the ceiling.
I could not believe my eyes! That is when I realized I had given birth to a couple of monkeys!
What the H-E-L-L am I going to do with these boys!
I made both of them clean it up as best as they could and then finished the cleaning job myself all while gagging. I have changed hundreds-thousands of poopy diapers in my time but this really struck the gag reflex.
Note to self: Laughter = Trouble.

I didn't post the video because I am pretty sure it shows too much skin! :) I actually did you a favor!

Five finger discount

Tonight my 5 year old son, Gerrit, learned a very valuable lesson. A lesson about stealing.
We went to Staples after dinner tonight to pick up some office supplies. As usual, the boys had a case of The Gimmes. "Mommy, can I have this?" "Papa, can you buy me that?" followed by a quick "No" every time.
After a stop at the grocery store and more Gimmes, we headed home to unload our purchases.
Standing in the kitchen, a little toy magnet rolls out of Gerrit's waistband. I quickly remember specifically saying no with the reason that our fridge doesn't hold magnets (stainless steel) and also remembering the time they put a magnet on my laptop erasing my hard drive. Not that I even needed a reason because no means NO!
So how do you teach a kindergartener this valuable lesson? I remember when my big brother was caught stealing a pack of gum at about the same age. My mother marched him into the store and made him return the gum promptly. He then more than likely got his rear end beat! Which was the typical punishment back then. My brother never stole again!
But I really needed to impress on him the importance of his actions. Obviously, we were not able to drive back to the store.
I had to think fast!
I decided to make him write "I will not steal" 20 times. Making sure everything was legible and spelled correctly or he had to redo the whole sentence.
With tears streaming down his face he eventually finished his punishment before going straight to bed with no dessert. So before he heas upstairs, I ask him "Gerrit, now what have you learned from this?" Now his tears are really flowing and it is turning into his ugly cry. He could barely talk from the crying. What was his answer?

"That you don't love me anymore!"

God help me!




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Santa Reneged

My boys deserved nothing but a lump of coal in their stockings this year for Christmas! Let me explain:

Saturday was the big day! My boys were so excited and could hardly fall asleep on Christmas Eve with anticipation.
We all woke up and raced down the stairs to see what Santa had brought. They were in awe of the loads of toys they found. Helicopters, airplanes, sleeping bags, video games, Nerf guns, Art supplies and more. They had hit it big time this year!
All day Saturday they played with their new toys while munching on chocolate found in their stocking.
Sunday morning we started our day as usual. Boys were in the living room, under the tree playing, fighting, crying, laughing, etc with their new toys.

Then Mommy snapped.

I started noticing broken pieces of toys around the house. I then thought back over the last 48 hours and I remembered all of the other toys that had been broken. A gun here, an action figure there, nerf darts (many), remote control car antenae. Then I realized that in their boredom (I still cannot imagine how they could be bored) they didn't really care about these toys at ALL! These 2 little boys had no respect for their toys. They did not appreciate them nor did they value them. It wasn't just that day or that week. It was every day.

So I grabbed a few trash bags and started filling them up. Everything. Gifts from grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, and, yes, even Santa! Nothing was left! I shoved everything last thing in the closet and proceeded to scream at and lecture them for the next 20 minutes! Mommy was on a rampage.

Later that day we left to run errands. We stopped at McDonalds for a Happy Meal. I took the toys out of the box and made both boys return the toys to the cashier, explaining that the toys deserved to be with children who will appreciate them.

It has been two days since my meltdown. They still have nothing to play with. Just a few books and eachother. They have been begging for their toys back (which means I think my evil plan is working). If they can get along, then they can start earning them back tomorrow.

I know some of you may think I am horrible for doing this to a 4 and 5 year old. But sometimes kids just have too much and they stop appreciating what they are given. I hope this sticks with them and they tell this story to their own kids ("Our mother took all of our Santa away") as incentive for their own children. I blame myself (and my husband) for buying them things more than I should.
If you have other ideas on how to let me children appreciate their possessions, I am open for suggestions!

**UPDATE: On Wednesday, December 29th they were able to get all of their toys back but not before making them beg for 3 days ;)