What we do when the PlayRoom is closed

Today was a pretty different Sunday from Start to up until now. The kids woke up at 6:30am to want food and apparently they wanted hot food since they were requesting my presence in the kitchen. They are strong enough to open up the refrigerator and get the stuff out of there. So I know they won’t go hungry if I don’t wake up.

Since I was still pretty sleepy, I was some what slack at what to make them. Usually it’s First Said, First Made. Today was different, I heard The Younger say “French Toast Sticks” and The Elder say “Daddy Oatmeal”. So that’s what I made.

Later that morning around 9:15, My Lovely and Talented Wife finally joined us from the World of Slumber and so I took that as a sign for me to dump the kids with her and go to Sunday School by myself. So, being the Big Boy that I am, I got ready and got out of the house to Sunday School. We are in an interesting series about Children and how they are Mysteries and not just things to try to control or figure out (like a problem).

While in Sunday School, the skies decided to open up and we had a HUGE rain. While driving home, I was OHHing and AHHing over the storm sewers and wished that I had SOME camera with me to go for a wet Photo Safari.

The rain lasted for awhile and pretty much dashed any plans of doing something fun, like taking the kids out for a run in the double stroller or shooting off some model rockets. So, not knowing what to do, I let nature take its course. Doing this of course leads to total Mayhem and Chaos when the subjects are 3yo and 5yo.

While I was helping My Lovely and Talented Wife with some paperwork, we start to hear some battle cries from over yonder. And not the screams and cries tha,t you understand as parents as fake cries or whines, but the ones that require discipline or a trip to the ER.

The Younger comes down the hall crying a real cry. He is such a faker, but this wasn’t his usual Broadway performance. This was real.

“The Elder Bite me!” The Younger cried.

“The Elder Bit you?”

“Yeah!” Okay, this was serious. Biting is the Capital Punishment Offense in the household. Hell, it’s what got us kicked out asked to leave preschools. It’s a sensory reaction when The Elder gets very frustrated and he loses the ability to control his temper and his body actions and resorts to biting. Now, in The Elder’s defense, The Younger tests him on a regular basis since The Younger is Sensory Seeking, meaning that he HAS to do highly sensory things, hence The Daredevil Incarnate. So The Younger will roll over The Elder to try to get a reaction. And he got one. He got a big one right on his face.

The Elder had bit The Younger on the face. Luckily for The Younger he didn’t get a small chunk that would really bruise badly, but he got a large chunk, which still isn’t all that great. It looks like The Younger was in a bar fight or something. When the Chompers comes down, Here Cometh The Hammer.

You should check out My Lovely and Talented Wife’s Version of the Excitement

Part of the punishment was that the Playroom was CLOSED until further notice and that they had to be near where the Adults were working. So what do two kids do that can’t go outside and have to stay inside and play, without killing each other?

Joint Harassment of The Loud and Lovable Skipper Doodle

Although “technically” our house is not a gymnasium, the kids can’t tell the difference sometimes. The Younger thinks that every piece of furniture is a trampoline. Boy, I can’t wait until he can hang from the door frame. Hell, what am I thinking… he’s half white Terry boy and filipino, he’s never going to reach the door frame without stilts. [Stilts? He could be a circus performer…]

So, when toys are boring, what else can you terrorize? The DOG. Actually there was some teaching involved in terrorizing the dog. The Elder and The Younger were running around the House trying to get The Loud and Lovable Skipper Doodle to follow them. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. The Kids then decided to try to CHASE him. Well, that totally freaks The Loud and Lovable Skipper Doodle out and he ends up getting wound up. Sure enough, The Loud and Lovable Skipper Doodle was pretty active for a good session and then decided to take his tired butt to underneath the desk. However, The Kids weren’t done, The Elder was trying to call The Loud and Lovable Skipper Doodle out from underneath the desk. When it wasn’t working, I tried to teach The Elder to give the “Come Here” command and how to whistle to call him. We’ll have to get video of how he calls the dog….

Creation of Secret Clubs

(Let’s Post some RULES in this place)

This one took off in a different direction. Now that The Younger is potty-trained, he is just about tall enough to pee over the edge of the toilet. I had ran into the bathroom because I had to GO and The Elder was right behind me, “Me Too!” he called.

So while The Elder and I were going to the bathroom, he calls out to The Younger to come to the bathroom.

“YOUNGERRRRRRRR, Come here”

“He can pee like us, we can be a Pee Club,” I said.

“Pee Club?” The Elder questioned.

“Yeah, we can be part of the Pee Club. Rules are that you have to pee standing up and NOT make a mess.”

So now My Lovely and Talented Wife is banished to the Master Bathroom while The Elder is on patrol. Not sure if The Loud and Lovable Skipper Doodle will apply for membership. If he does and makes it, I am applying him for America’s Got Talent.

Reads: “No Bears in Tent”

disclaimer: we don’t have a bear problem in this part of the house

Create Rules and Regulations

That’s Right! The Males out number the females 4-1

Helping Daddy on the Computer

If I think I have dandriff, I’ll know better now

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