Climbing

People told me that having boys is a whole new game. 

Evie is all girl.
She's emotional.
         She cares about what she wears.
She wants her nails painted.
         She loves her friends.
She wants to be a princess.

However, we have now  have three 18 month old boys to add to this crazy household.  

Their energy is increasing while mine is decreasing. 

My three sons seem to have a magnetic pull towards:

 1) anything away from me

 2) anything that can be climbed and conquered. 

 I truly realized this when I saw Caleb standing (in nothing but a diaper) on top of the patio table on our deck the other day, proudly flexing his muscles.  When removed, he promptly got on his little feet and ran right over to the chair to again try his mountain climbing skills.

 All three boys love not being on the ground. Their nightly ritual now is climbing up on the couch and  jumping all over it. If they do tumble off, they bounce right back up like a little rubber ball, unfazed.  

They climb boxes, chairs, tables, stairs, railings to stairs…anything and everything. Evelyn and I will watch them after dinner as we sit at the table. We just shake our heads; boys! 

SO MANY BOYS!

They wrestle and attack each other. They love to throw dirt  and food and any and all objects off  the deck. They tackle the cats. If let loose, they run away from me, (especially James and Caleb).

They are a nightmare if the three of them charge the front door and sneak out. 

They are unstoppable. 

They seem to be indestructible. 

They are three mighty, death defying, rambunctious boys... and I'm exhausted. 

Each day I wake up and I lay in bed trying to figure out how and what I’m going to do to make it to nap time. 

Sometimes I bring Evie to Freddy’s play land at Fred Meyer. Hey, free childcare for an hour and Evie seems to like it!  Last time I dropped her off, I kindly asked the nice lady behind Freddy’s if she’d also accept an 18 month old who’s mature. (you have to be two to be amitted) 

She shook her head no.  Couldn't she sense my desperation?

Some days seem so so long. 

 I find myself salivating  at “help wanted” signs displayed on coffee shops and cashier stations. 

 I’ve been dragging so much lately that even Amanda has been bringing me home donuts.

Proud mom moment: Dyeing wildflowers

Yiikes! Boys! 

Three crazy, rough, rowdy, lovable, kissable, squeezable boys...who have smiles that light up a room and laughs that pierce through any dark day. 

Yes, I may be going insane sometimes. But someday I'll have three handsome men towering over me, and perhaps and I'll say, without a doubt, all this was all worth it. 

Free in the doctor's office at their 18 month appointment