Are you kidding? I couldn't believe it! What goes through the minds of my boys, I will never know. What made them think that they could go over to the neighbors backyard and jump into an irrigation ditch get completely covered in mud from head to toe and then think, "I am going to go home and ask my mom if I can play in mud." I just don't understand.
When I went over to get Dylan, he was in the ditch and was rolling in mud and having a grand old time. He couldn't get out of the ditch because he was so muddy and the ditch was high and slippery. He had no shirt on and his pants were so filled with mud that they were falling down.
This muddy incident is days after I walked into their room on a Sunday morning to find a mother's worst nightmare..... Permanent marker all over their window seal. All I told them was to get a coloring book and crayons and color some pictures. That is all they had to do, but instead I get this.....
I don't know how many times both of my boys have gotten into trouble for writing on the walls, couches, clothes, floor and anything else they can get their hands on. Seriously, what made them think that they could pick up a permanent marker and color all over everything and think
"Mom won't mind. I bet she will think this is a masterpiece."
AHHHH, Calgon take me away!
Here is a little poem that sums it up...
Raising Boys
Author: Roberta I. Teague
I scrub the wall of fingerprints, Pick up the mounds of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in- Wish I could use a hose!
Meals are served from dawn to dark, Dirty dishes crowd the sink.
Just when they’re washed and put away- Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime From pants worn thin and patched.
They look so very neat and clean- Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!
Broken bones and bloody knees, I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride- Just grateful it’s not worse!
Screams and shouts and arguments Test the keeping of my cool.
They left the neighbor’s faucet on- See their new front yard pool!
A soothing bath is ecstasy, A reward at the end of my rope.
Raising boys isn’t really bad- But first I must wash the soap!
A rose can say I Love You, Orchids can enthrall;
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, Oh my, that says it all!
10 comments:
I am partially guilty here. My boys were soaking wet and covered with grass...but they never made it over to the mud (thank goodness) Luke shoes were on the side walk where I was watering a dead spot of grass. i think they got wet over here then went over to the mud puddle........
I think it's great. Imagine how much fun they had!!! It's true boys are full of it!!!
Oh Jodi, I totally feel your frustration! Do you think 3 boys is better than the alternative though? That being...3 GIRLS?
It looks like fun to me! Who knows what goes through their little minds when they do things like this? It's probably something like, "Cool! This looks like fun!" rather than "Better not. Mom might get mad." Actually, it's probably more like, "Mom might get mad -- but it's worth it!" I'm disappointed that I'm not listed in your blog list. Do I need to fill out an application or audition or something?
HA HA I love your boys they are so funny! I wish I could still play in the mud! and as far as the permanent marker goes I cant wait to have kids ha ha!
the pictures of the mud are great! When Austin was 4 and Rebecca 2, he cut her hair for me. I was upset, and he said, "Mom, it will grow back."
Oh - this is too cute (um...frustrating) - no cute!! How is it that we want to kill them and love them at the same time?
How funny!!! I am only laughing because I know this is something Heber WILL do at some point in his mischevious life. I guess that is all we can do right!!
This is what I miss so much about being near you guys. These awesome, hilarious, yet disasterous stories!! Thank you for keeping a blog Jodi!! We've had similar disasters with pens. I can just see your eyes widening and your jaw locking! Ahhh!
Oh Jodi my dear. I bet you just loved cleaning up those boys! And you know...someday...you will just love that pic and be glad you had your boys! I am glad you do...the stories are the best!
Ps...thanks for the bread and for last night. I now need a kitchen aid to really make bread...(this is my excuse to tell Josh to get my mixer)
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