365 | Day 4... Rainy Day Post-it Frenzy

 

Colton spent Casey and Mackenzie's naptime with a pile of Post-its and a marker.  I spent it with my Kindle, lazily wondering what he was up to, but too absorbed to check it out.  (It's Sunday.  I get like that.)

 



He got a lot done.

 

I forgot to ask him about the second line of this one.  It'll probably seem obvious once he tells me, but I can't figure it out.  ('read it and you'll see', maybe?)

 

 

 

"Countdown to Trick-or-Treat." (For some reason, the spelling is impeccable on that one.)  "Cisin."  (with a very helpful map to said kitchen), and  "Lit swis is for..." (the light switch for the above wall sconce, not pictured.)

 

Wood Stove

 

The front door, leading to "aotsid."  But it's only outside "sumtims"...?

 

Cabinet

 

"dont cumin."  That's where Mama keeps her wine glasses.  However, he said the next note means 'decorations house', and that it's for 'anyone'.  I find this contradictory.

 

Dining Room

 

Refrigerator

 

iPad.  Don't touch.  Unless you want to stick a Post-It to it.  Then go for it.

 

Dishwasher

 

Freezer

 

The door to Colton and Casey's room.  He chose Halloween decor for their label.

 

The linen 'kulosit'

 

Mom and Dad's Room

 

Kitchen, that way!  But again... only somtims? 

 

 

 



That Boy is so cool.

365 | Day 3... in Colton's words, "It's very Tim-y"

Dinner at Grandma's and Uncle Tim's (not Tim Burton, but there are similarities):

 

 

 

I think it's awesome how, for little kids, Grandma's houses have a tendency to be these magical places with trinkets and treasures and forts and plenty of discoveries to be made. 

 

But what I LOVE is that my kids' Grandma's house really is a bona fide funhouse, chock-full of freakery, wonderment and intrigue. 

 

Even for me:

 

 

 



365 | Day 2... in which preparation for the hard winter ahead shall begin

Casey and Dad saying their goodbyes this morning as the annual hunting vacation trip commences:

 

 

 

I will stay home and mind the children.  He will hunt and possibly gather.  Many snarky comments will pass through my head.  Very few will leave my mouth. 

 

[I'm all for the hunting trip, by the way.  Very much of the opinion that every adult with small (or big) kids should be able to step away occasionally.  But I do need to throw that opinion at myself, too, and figure out where my outlet is going to be.]

 

So!  Tonight's plans?  Spiderman Mac n' Cheese, popcorn, and a DVD--  It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.  It's Friday, bitch!

 



365 | Day One of What the Hell Am I Getting Myself Into and I'm Not Making Any Promises

I'm gonna do this thing where I lie to myself and say that I'm going to post a photo every day for the next year.  This is my new blog project, and it's way too ambitious for me.  It would probably help if I had a smartphone to help me out a little, but for now I'll rely on my Canon, which I don't take anywhere with me, and half the time I can't remember where I put it.

Actually, today I'm going to post a photo that I didn't even take.  Casey got his proofs back today for his preschool pictures.  Anyone who knows Casey knows what this means.  Yep:

When it comes to Casey, you don't tell him to sing a song, recite the alphabet, do a dance, repeat a word, talk on the phone, converse with strangers (or friends), and you certainly don't tell him to smile for any camera.  He is shy and he is stubborn, and the combination is proving to be... well, probably a lot like I was when I was little (or maybe all the way through high school.  Pretty sure my physical reaction to shyness was to turn red and glare at people, too.  At least I understand where he's coming from.)  Not even his sweet teacher could convince him to get happy.  He normally reacts really well to all his teachers... but there was a camera, and the camera could see him.
Now I have to figure out how to buy these photos without buying a whole package.  I just want one or two for keepsakes.  It's just too 'Casey' to pass up.

They Come in Threes

Just finished bathing three little people, picking out three sets of jammies, blow-drying three heads of hair, brushing three mouths full of teeth, clipping 30 toenails and 30 fingernails, reading three books, and tucking in three crazy children.  Now I'm going downstairs to have three drinks.  That's all!

That Boy Just Bitch-Slapped My Heart

Without delving too much into the weird, heavy, downward-spiral-type emotions that are plaguing Shawn and I tonight, I thought I'd mention that Colton's first day of school is tomorrow.  His first day of first grade.  He's a full-timer now, and his parents are thoroughly FREAKED OUT.  I was okay earlier today, even a little excited about packing his first school lunch (because that sort of thing really brings out the dork in me)..... but before I knew it, it was time for soccer practice, then dinner, then dessert, then books, then brushing teeth... and suddenly it was time to say goodnight. 

And that boy gave me a big hug and said, "I'm gonna miss you."

And I have been moping around the house ever since.  Because I'M GONNA MISS HIM TOOOOOO!!

(And I'm a little sad that I have to start keeping him clean now.  Pretty sure there's a Brillo pad around here somewhere...)

Casey's World: Pooping on Stuff and Murderous Paramedics

This will be fast.  Shawn wants to go to bed, which is in the same room as the computer, and he's pretty sure I type louder than any human being on the planet.

This morning, as I was finishing putting the very pharmaceutically aromatic Desitin on Mackenzie's diaper rash, Casey ran up for a hug.  Then he sniffed me and said, "Your eyelashes smell funny.  Like an ingredient.  I'm going to eat them.  And then I'm going to POOP ON THEM!" 

(He also threatened to poop on his lunch, my foot, and Mackenzie throughout the day.  It's a thing.  We're working on it.)

(That's a total lie.  I'm not working on it at all, except to laugh every time he says it.  For some reason, he finds that encouraging.)



Also, a few days ago, we were out for a walk and he was explaining how an ambulance works:
Casey:  They drive, and they go FASTER and FASTER!  But then they go slow.  And they help us.  And then FASTER and FASTER!  And they say, 'weee-oooo weeee-oooooo'!
Me:  Ohhhhh.  What do they do if there's an emergency?
Casey:  They KILL US.

Then at Colton's annual check-up this morning, Casey brought in an unloaded Nerf gun and shot and killed all the staff (including the doctor) and all the zoo animal wall decals.  He starts 3-year-old preschool in 2 weeks.  I have exactly 14 days to get him to stop pooping on stuff, killing people, and pretending he's peeing on me and everything in sight every time I change his clothes or help him with the potty. 

....................But it's not yet time to teach him that his real name isn't Casey the Bean, which is how he introduced himself to the doctor today. 

"I'm just Casey the Bean," he says with a shrug.

Nope.  I'm not emotionally equipped to let go of that just yet.