My Monday

Yesterday I took the day off from work. I stayed home and slept and tried to get rid of the miserable headache I had. Spring is here, I spent a lot of time outdoors on Sunday, so Monday my allergies kicked my butt. Oh the joy of seasonal allergies.

Monday afternoon the little cavemen had dental cleaning appointments. They were both the dental hygienist's dream. Or is it nightmare? She definitely earns her money on those 2 boys. You know how well a 10 year old and an 8 year old cave child brush their teeth. I nag and I nag and I nag, but they don't listen. So maybe the dentist telling them again how important it is will finally sink in this time? I sure hope so. I try to get in their mouths with a toothbrush when I can, but they usually give me the usual, "I can do this on my own, geez Mom" attitude. With all that, we only have 1 cavity between the 2 boys and have sealants to put on both their molars. So a good visit indeed.

After the dental visit we went to visit all the pets at the pet store. Oh, how they would love to bring every animal home with them. The littlest caveman even goes as far as talking to all the animals, memorizing their names, and what they look like. It is usually hard to get them to leave the pet store. But I did manage about an hour later to finally leave empty handed I might add too. Although, we did leave with about 10 pamphlets on which kind of lizard we should get for a birthday someday.

After the pet store I took both my kids to the grocery store. Something that happens, well never! That was just affirmation as why I leave them at home while I grocery shop.

The oldest caveman had to taste test the deli meat to make sure I was making the right decision on which type of deli meat to bring home even though I buy the same stuff all the time.

Also, I had to buy at least 3 kinds of fruit that they tell me they like, but each time I have bought it in the past they tell me "we only like it at school". So they convince they will like it at home this time. Now I have a whole pineapple sitting on my kitchen counter and I have never cut one in my life. I tried to get the kind in the can, but was told that the real pineapple is much better, they will eat it for certain. Ok, how can I argue with that? Fresh is always better than canned.

I also had to put the kabosh on all the snack food in my cart back onto the shelf. Amazing how fast stuff ends up in your cart. I also had to put things back into my cart that I originally intended to buy.

It never fails, one if not both of the cavelings has to go to the bathroom every time we go to the grocery store. I'm not sure what the effect of a grocery store has on the little one's bladders, but it is almost like the moon effects the tide. And it normally hits when we are no where near the bathroom and have to dash like crazy to get there.

It is amazing I walked out of there with my head on straight. They both shriek for me to "look at this mom!", "we need this mom", "why can't we get this mom?".

We get to check out and I'm not sure how I managed to spend a bit over $100, I only had just a few (Ok, a whole cart full of crap we only really need about half of) things. I ask the zit faced bag boy for paper bags and he gives me all plastic. Dork. I despise plastic bags. Unless they are being used as the trash bag in my van.

And I had a headache when I got home. ARG!

Finally Spring!

I realize the official first day of spring was a month ago. But today was really our first day of spring. I turned the heat off in the house for the first time since September 2007. The sun was shining and people were out and about like we'd never seen the sun before. There were no street sweepers to be found, but it was a Sunday. Maybe they will be out tomorrow. Street sweepers are a sign of true spring.

My oldest caveman couldn't get enough of being outdoors. He played with the neighborhood kids all day long. Riding his bike, playing baseball, and enjoying the day.

The littlest caveman went in and out trying to decide which was better. Playing inside with out his big brother bothering him or going outside.

I spent some time outdoors too. It felt good to just be outside in the sunshine. I grilled out steaks for dinner. I wasn't the only with that idea. Around dinner time when stepping outside steaks on the grill was all you smell.

The ice-cream truck came by today and that is a good sign that not only is it spring, but summer is right around the corner. The kids screamed "ICE-CREAM MAN!!" with much excitement when they heard that ice-cream truck bell playing. My kids grabbed money out of the coin jar and went bolting back outside like the house was on fire. They each came back inside the house with big popsicles and even bigger smiles on their faces.

Our cat Rambow is leash trained. She loved being outdoors. She loved listening to the birds and smelling the steaks grilling. She spent most of the day outdoors. Poor little kitty hasn't been outside all winter. She doesn't like the snow.

So we all enjoyed our 67 degree day. Tomorrow we are expected to get rain and thunderstorms. So our sunshine enjoyment is unfortunately short lived.

Boys and their penises

Why oh why is the penis so fascinating for boys? My youngest caveman thinks it's hilarious to say the word penis. Today we were in a clinic waiting room and he said "it's funny when a bad guy in the movie gets hit in the penis!" I heard a bunch of quiet snickers. I told him not to say that word in the waiting room.
He said "Why, is it a bad word?"
Me: "No, but it's just not a word you just say anywhere and anytime you want to"
Him: "Oh, but it's funny when the bad guy gets hit in the penis."

Lately I have head the word penis fly out of his mouth a few too many times. He thinks the word is just hilarious. I personally don't like the word. I prefer to call it a wiener, a fireman, a thingy, and sometimes I even call my husband's Eric the one eyed viking.

Today, I walked out into the living room and my 10 year old caveman had his hand down his pants. WHAT? I said to him "Go wash your hands and use lots of soap and please don't do that in my living room." He was a bit embarrassed, so he says "I was just scratching my leg."
Me: "Well, I think you'd better find a different way to scratch your leg and certainly not on my couch"

Oh the things a mom has to endure when living with cavemen.

The Grounding of the 10 Year Old

My 10 year old caveman got grounded off TV & X-box for a week including the weekend. They aren't allowed to play X-box during the week. Only on weekends. Cartoons they can watch whenever.

The first day my little caveman was "woe is me, my life is over, you're so mean". The next day he decided to make the best of it and found better things to do. Like drive me crazy!

Although Mr. Caveman and I are really liking the "no cartoons" on a school night rule. We've seen some really good changes in the cavelings after a few days. We figured we'd go insane, but he has been pretty good about it. So now is the time to roll with the new change in the cave.

I've tried to make this change numerous times in the past but when I'm not home, it's been hard to enforce. So I finally have Mr. Caveman seeing things my way.

Rock, Paper , Scissors

I'm usually the champ at Rock, Paper, Scissor on the kickball field to determine who takes home field. I usually always beat the opposing team's captain, so our team gets home field advantage.

Tonight we (our work group from town and from out of state) went to Happy Hour at Green Mill. They were having a Rock, Paper, Scissor tournament. I entered because naturally I should win. Easy, Peasy, Lemon Squeezy! Everyone in the bar who entered the contest received Bud Light beads and a free beer. It was a one round elimination tournament. The people from our group who were from out of town cleaned everyone's clocks. The top three placements in the Rock, Paper, Scissor tournament went to our guy from Indiana, our guy from Dallas TX, and then our guy from Houston TX won the championship.

I can't believe I got out in the first round since I normally dominate Rock, Paper, Scissors on the kickball field. Apparently, I need practice on dominating the championships at Green Mill, so I can win a trip to Vegas to try for the $50,000 prize. I can't believe I got psyched out by an old man in the bar tournament. I thought he was going to throw rock, so I laid out paper, and he threw scissors down. But for revenge he went down in the next round. :)

10 Year Old for rent

Any one want a 10 year old? I've already sought legal counsel & he's for free. Who wants free child labor? In the last week we have had excuses to not go to school from, my ear hurts (he really did have an ear infection), to "I lost my shoes", to "I couldn't find my backpack". I of course drug his butt to school. He is definitely testing the waters on the pre-teen years. Oh, I am so not ready to be challenged by a teenage boy. I swear he will give me all my gray hair. Why can't he be as compliant as my youngest? I guess that's what makes us better parents...challenges..by our youngsters.

Modest Cavemen

My cavemen are so modest when it comes to bathroom duties. Ha ha ha! My 8 year old was in the bathroom and came running out throwing his undies saying "Mom, I need new undies, these have bacon strips!" Then he threw them towards me. EW!! Only a caveman would throw undies with a bacon strip on them at his mother. So I said to the little caveman, "Go wipe your butt!"

He replies "Why?"

"Cuz, that's nasty."

So he takes another wet wipe, sticks it between his butt cheeks & and says "Look, Mom, I have a tail!"

Why, are boys not modest when it comes to the bathroom??

I am really living with cavemen!