Bun Bun By Any Other Name

After finding out from the vet that our pet rabbit is a boy not a girl like we thought, Owen stated "We have to change Bun Bun's name." To which I replied, "Owen, Bun Bun can be either a girls or boys name." Jay joined in, "Yeah Owen, Bun Bun is a boys name, Bunny is a girls name." So we will keep the name Bun Bun.

Keep Flushing

What is worse than two four year olds sticking a whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet and flushing it? Two four year olds flushing it the second time, the third time...you get the picture.

The Writing's On the Wall...

...and the counter, and the floor, and my car's door panel. Owen has become quite an artist, graffiti artist that is.

Good Morning

When I got up this morning, I walked into the kitchen to find a steak knife in the middle of the floor, Jay skating across the floor on can cozies and Owen chasing the 13 year old dog shouting, "We're playing a shooting game." They had let the dog out of his crate but not outside so he had wet the floor. I made them swear to stay in their room so I could take a shower before church, a very quick shower. During that time, they tried to catch the beta fish in their bowls. At least this time they didn't put them in the same bowl like the last time. They also tattooed themselves up so they would look nice for church. On the way to church, I actually had to pull the car over because they were throwing trash out the window. I had managed to close Owen's window but not Jay's completely when I locked it. Jay holds the button so that I can't put the window up. This was all before 11:00 am and very typical behavior for them lately.

How do you play tag with a caterpillar?

The boys brought a caterpillar home from Grandma and Grandpa's house. If I had been there it would have never have made the trip. They put it in a bug house with some leaves. I protested its presence in the house because after 4 1/2 years of raising Owen and Jay I know this will not end well. The boys went to there bedroom and the caterpillar which they named Sammy stayed in the kitchen. The boys would not go to sleep. At eleven o'clock I went into their room to tell them to get to sleep. Owen was sitting on the floor of his room in the dark holding an empty bug house. He says, "I lost Sammy." "How do you lose a caterpillar?" I ask. Owen says, "We were playing tag."

We could not find Sammy that night but he showed up the next afternoon, enticed by a fresh plate of leaves placed on the floor of the boys room.

Farkles

Owen pointing to a freckle, "Mommy look. I have a farkle."

When I Became Mean

Owen: Mommy, I want to do the monkey bars.
Me: No Owen.
Owen: Mommy you are mean.
Me: Yes Owen I am mean.
Owen: When did you become mean.
Me: When I became a mother.