Happy Weekend!

I want to post something today, but I'm kind of tired. Therefore, you all get to enjoy this. Have a happy weekend!

It's Also the Second Rule

The first rule about Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club.

While feeding Finn a bottle the other morning, I heard the bigger boys arguing in the play room. Eventually Deacon got frustrated to the point of hitting Zeke (I could hear the punches land on Zeke's back). Zeke then retaliated in a way that made Deacon shriek and start crying. I have no idea what happened because after Deacon started crying the conversations went like this.

ME: Zeke, get out here.
ZEKE: (coming out slowly, hands behind his back) I don't want a spanking, Mom.
ME: I'm not going to spank you. What happened?
ZEKE: I don't know.
ME: Is Deacon crying?
ZEKE: Yes.
ME: Why is Deacon crying?
ZEKE: I don't know.
ME: Did you hit him?
ZEKE: No.
ME: Did you throw something at him?
ZEKE: No. I don't know why he's crying.

ME: Deacon, come out here.
DEACON: (running to the couch, crying) Huh?
ME: Why are you crying?
DEACON: I don't know.
ME: Are you hurt? (Knowing full well he was hurt since he looked like this with that little gash under his eye:)

DEACON: No. I not hurt.
ME: Are you sad?
DEACON: No.
ME: Then why are you crying?
DEACON: I don't know.
ME: Did Zeke hit you?
DEACON: No.
ME: Did Zeke kick you?
DEACON: No.
ME: Did Zeke throw something at you?
DEACON: No.
ME: Then what happened?
DEACON: Noffing.
ME: Nothing?
DEACON: Noffing. I'm okay.

Sigh. However, I DO know what happened this time:

See that blue bridge in his hands? He was goofing around on the couch, rolled off, and face planted right onto on of the legs of the bridge. Let's just say that since Josh has been gone, Deacon has become quite a bit more...um...rambunctious. Even though Zeke is so skinny he looks like he could snap in half at any moment, I can't help but wonder if it'll be Deacon who breaks a bone first?

Easter 2011: Part Two: Ka-blam!ty

As I mentioned yesterday, my dear friend Amity Ka-blam!ty (it's what I like to call her sometimes) bought colored bubbles for the boys for Easter. Before I go on, I'd like to point out 3 things about these bubbles.

1. The bottle says "spill-resistant bottle". Spill-resistant bottle, my foot.
2. My back deck looks like 2 tiny alien armies waged a massive war back there.
3. I felt like a crime scene photographer taking pictures of it all (check my flickr for more, because oh yes, there's more).

Now, behold what my children did Easter afternoon with their new bubbles. (This is why we had baths before dinner that night.)

As you can see, they were pretty happy with what they did. Zeke even told God all about it when he prayed for dinner. I'll admit that at first I was a more than a little upset with the mess and the colored bubbles in their "spill-resistant" bottle overall. But then, as I was putting those clothes, coats and shoes into the wash I overheard Zeke say to Deacon, in the sweetest voice ever, "This was a fun Easter, huh Deacon?"

So, Amity, even though I still can't get it out of my rug, and even though I'm still finding blue and green smudges all over my house, and even though I'm worried that if it doesn't rain soon the bubbles are going to permanently stain the back deck, thank you SO much for making Easter a fun one for my boys. You totally rock!

Easter 2011: Part One: Amity

I feel like I need to tell the story of our Easter in two parts. Mainly because I have so many pictures from the second part that I want to share, and I don't want this getting too long or overwhelming.

Easter started with Finn still being sick. Therefore, we didn't make it to church (sad). My mom had sent a box of Easter goodies that was supposed to be here on Wednesday for me to give to the boys on Sunday. That box hasn't shown up (it'll probably get here today). Since I was counting on my mom's box, I didn't have anything for the boys myself. And since Finn was so sick, I couldn't get to the store to get anything, just in case.

Cue Amity. I texted Amity on Saturday to see if she was, by any chance, going to Walmart since I needed juice and milk. She was going, and was more than happy to get my groceries for me (at least, I'm assuming she was happy to help). I also asked her to grab some donuts as a special breakfast treat for the boys. When she stopped by to drop off the goodies, she also gave me these colored bubbles. She said they were for the boys, just in case my mom's box didn't get here on time. And since my boys are sweet, bubbles and donuts were a good start to Easter for them.

The rest of the morning progressed like normal (except for the sick Finn and the no church parts). Right about lunch time Amity texted me and asked if her 2 oldest boys could come over and hide eggs in our yard while my boys napped. She even had an extra bag of jelly beans to put in some of the eggs, which was good since Zeke asked specifically if the eggs would have jelly beans. Thank you pre-school for teaching my son that plastic Easter eggs have jelly beans.

So, her boys came over about an hour after my boys went to bed. They went right to work, and the Peavey went right to supervising.

When the boys woke up, I took them outside to hunt for eggs (Finn had to stay in bed and rest). They had such a good time. When I thought we found them all we opened the eggs with the jelly beans and then the boys stayed outside and played with their new bubbles while I got Finn up and took care of him.

When Finn went down for a little rest, it was bath time for the bigger boys, then dinner for all of us, then movie time for the bigger boys and bath time for Finn. Then it was off to bed for all the littles while Mommy rested on the couch watching "Firefly". It was a long Easter, it was a somewhat trying Easter, but in the end, it was a good Easter.