It was the end of a good shopping day and I was standing at the checkout counter trying to pay for my groceries. Now this place I go to does not have baggers to help you so between trying to pay and putting my groceries in bags my debit card decided to decline on me. Three times my I swiped my card and three times it declines. Asking the lady to hold for a moment I call Josh. Now I'm not panicing because I know we have the funds available, so I ask Josh if it is possible that my card has reached its limit. A line is really starting my grow behind me and the lady asks if I'd like to try again. Still talking with Josh about possible card malfunctions I swip my card, enter my pin number and hit enter. Surprise! My card goes through. I must have needed a nap or a grande coffee at that moment because that's when it hits me. There was nothing wrong with my card. The problem lay all with the finger on my right hand. It was sabatoging my purchase by hitting cancel every time.
Enough of that though.
Every once in a while I get a great idea. Something that revolutionizes our family. In this case it's called Pizza Monday. Probably my favorite day of the week. A day where I don't have to worry about what's for dinner. A day where our family is together for dinner. Every Monday we try something different. Sometimes we order out from our local small town pizza place, or we go to the market for ready made. This last time I wanted to try something different and let Sean make his own pizza. He loved it. Getting to touch the textures and being up on the counter really made his day.
At the beginning of the month when I found out Josh would be leaving before Kade was born I called around to my family asking who could come visit me. Since Kade came early my mother-in-law came up and my sister with her little boy. It was nice having company. A week later it was just my sister and me. Oh, and our boys! Those boy! The hijinks those boys got into.
Sean and Ethan
All that crazyness from two boys, ages 3 and 2, I don't know how Juliane and I didn't go insane in those two weeks. We had to fight tempertantrums over toys, racing up and down two flights of stairs, and climbing over the baby gates just to name a few. The worst happened on a nice sunny day. I was nursing Kade and asked Juliane if she could get the boys dressed to spend some time out in the backyard. When she went to get them they weren't in the toy room. The gate had been knocked over and they were being awfully quiet. The next thing I hear is her gasping and then a dripping sound coming from my kitchen. The boys had flooded my upstairs toilet resulting in my bathroom flooding and causing it to drain out a vent in the kitchen. My husband was lucky enough to have missed all the fun. Thankfully cleaning was easy with no permenant damage.
That got me to thinking about when I was a little girl and would read my favorite comic books. I had five that I would read over and over again. The one carton that I loved above all the others. That was Calvin and Hobbs. He was awsome in my eyes. Him and is stuffed tiger. I'd then dream about the future and the time when I would have a little boy of my own. How I wished he would be just like Calvin. My little boy would have the biggest imagination. He'd be my little hellion making mud pies and killer snowmen.
And sometimes life suprises you and really does give you what you wish for. Let me introduce my Calvin.
Three years with Sean has been a rollercoaster. Sometimes he drives me so crazy and I want to lock him in his room and other times he's so sweet he melt my heart. Like the moments when I catch him giving his baby brother a kiss. He's mine forever.
Just an example of one of Sean's Calvinish moments. I came down one morning to find he had thrown my shoes into the dirty dish water. Ick!