You’re the boss, Brandice

The proof is on your face

When Zion has done something he wasn’t supposed to, he always leaves the evidence on his face.

“Zion, have you been eating Raspberry Cream Cheese out of the container?”

“Nope.”

“Zion, how did you get that Raspberry Cream Cheese all over your face.”

“Ummm…”

“Have you been eating Raspberry Cream Cheese?”

“Ummm…yeah.”

Later on…

“Zion have been playing with the markers?”

“Nope.”

“What’s all over your face?”

“Ummm…green marker.”

“So you were playing with the markers?”

“Aidan gave them to me.”

Even later…

“Did you eat dirt while you were playing outside?”

“Ummm…nope.”

“What’s that all over your mouth?”

“Chocolate dirt…umm…Andrew made it.”

“Gross.”

Ingenuity

Even the adult boys I know will pee outside if that’s where they are when they feel the urge. I realized a little while back, that idea had not occurred to my boys yet. Then yesterday, Aidan came inside and told me a very interesting story about her brother.

“Andrew peed in a cup and mixed it with dirt to make chocolate.”

“Oh. Please go tell your Dad that story.”

Of course, Ben was proud.

One fine day

It was last week, Ben and I were cleaning the house and the boys were laying on our bed watching a movie. I just got that feeling that things had been going to well. That things were way to quiet. They were. Zion had dumped a whole thing of sugar on Ben’s nightstand and the floor. It wasn’t just any sugar, it was my natural cane sugar. The good stuff. The $4 a pop stuff.

You would think after that that I would put a deadbolt on our door and never let them enter again, but I didn’t. I. Am. Stupid. Last night, they got to hang out in our room again, while we had company. They got in my craft stuff, and dumped 100,000 craft sticks on our floor, followed by 300,000 tiny beads.

They have been sitting in my bedroom floor ALL morning fighting over who gets to the hold the bag the craft sticks go into, trying to eat the beads and breaking my paint brushes. They have rolled around on the floor, stood on their heads, pulled each others hair, but they haven’t picked up anything.

I was taking care of Zoe when I realized that they were being very quiet, so I went to check on them. I walked into my room, and saw they were hiding under the covers on my bed. My heart melted, they had been playing hide and seek and I didn’t know. So I pulled back the covers, and it turns out they were hiding but they were not wanting me to seek. They had grabbed some homemade bread off of the counter and were eating it in my bed.There were breadcrumbs everywhere. This is going to be a long day.

This is the part where I get slightly dramatic, I don’t like this part, so we’re going to go quick. Someone said to me once, “The days are long but the years are short.” One day, I’m gonna wish my boys were here, eating bread in my bed. I’m going to miss all of this (I feel a Trace Atkins song coming on.)

I am sure the boys will be off somewhere, doing there own thing one day. I hope when they get done doing there own thing, they find their kids eating bread in their bed! I hope they call me to complain about it, because I am gonna laugh at them, and then I’m gonna buy my grandkids a ginourmous box of craft sticks…ginourmous.