How To Make A Slip and Slide

We bought the boys new beds and mattresses but hadn't yet put the beds together nor taken down the toddler beds. The boys were sleeping on the new mattresses on the floor. Wednesday night when they were supposed to be sleeping, they lined up their toddler bed/crib mattresses end to end on the floor. They snuck into the bathroom and got lots and lots of water. They poured the water onto the mattresses and in their PJ's they ran and slid across the mattresses. I walked in and caught Owen mid slide. They were both soaked from head to toe as was the floor and even their new mattresses. I was so mad at them that I made them sleep in their soaking wet PJ's in their soaking wet bed. I even told them if they got sick and ended up in the hospital with pneumonia, I would just have their 3rd Bday party without them, eat their cake and open and play with their presents! They turn 3 on Dec. 16th. They did not get sick and everything eventually dried. If they are this "inventive" and "clever," words others use to describe them, at age 2 then I can't wait to see what year 3 brings us.

Christmas Stocking

Me: Jay, is Santa going to put anything in your stocking this year?
Jay: Yes
Me: Is it going to be coal?
Jay: No, socks from Walmart.

The Boys Were Two Steps Ahead

This past Sunday was a bit crazy with the boys. They seemed to be two steps ahead of us all day. We took them out to the mattress store to get mattresses for the new beds we bought them. I got tired of them taking the toddler beds apart and dragging the mattresses all over the house. At the mattress store, while I was paying for the mattresses, they jumped from bed to bed, then took all the price tags off the furniture and put them all on one dresser. Next it was on to Target to buy boots. Owen lost his jacket which luckily was found again. Jay thought it was fun to play hide-n-seek. I ended up chasing him all over the store. Not too bad so far but it gets worse. At home, we went across the street to check out a recently refurbished house now on the market. As we were leaving the boys just ran out of the house and across the street by themselves without looking. It is a good thing we don't get many cars on our street. When they reached the driveway, they scooped caulk out of the freshly caulked driveway cracks and smeared it all over my car. While I was washing Jay's hands, Owen got a hold of some stickers and stuck them all over my coffee table. I sent him to his room and found him playing in my room. Again he is sent to his room and manages to take apart a VHS cabinet and has tapes all over the floor. Owen puts them back when I tell him too but of course none are in the right cases. My mom called and while I was talking to her on the phone, Owen went into the bathroom to wash his hands. I go in to check on him and he has managed to get soap suds on the walls, toilet, mirror, door, tub, and floor. I send them both to their room and clean the bathroom. Their bedroom door is shut which means that they are probably naked at this point. I open the door to their room and there is a trail of poop across the floor (probably about 6 piles) Owen is squatting and Jay is next to him saying, "Owen, poop here next!" I just stood there waiting for the stroke I thought I might have. They will be 3 years old, 3 weeks from today. I hope I make it.

Your a Genius

Owen: Mommy, your a genius.
Me: Thank you Owen.
Owen: No Mommy!
Me: No what Owen.
Owen: Your a genius.
Me: Do you know what "genius" means?
Owen: Yes, it means you are bad.
Me: No it doesn't. It means you are very smart.
Owen: No it doesn't!
Me: Yes it does.
Owen: No Mommy!

The Books

The boys don't sleep at night. They play instead. In an effort to discourage playing at night we removed all the toys from the boys room except for some stuffed animals and their books. With the ingenuity that twin two-year-olds possess, they removed the books from the book shelves, removed the shelves, propped them up against their beds and used them as slides. This is a picture of the aftermath of destruction.

That's Disgusting

Last night was bath night. Owen asked if he could run around naked for a little bit before his bath. We heard that this was a good way to work on potty training so we agreed again in spite of the last time we let him, he pooped and peed on his Sit-n-Spin. We told them both that they need to tell us if they have to go potty. They were playing for a bit when Jay ran into the living room and announced that he had to go potty. I put him on the toilet and he peed and started to poop. I let him have his privacy and went back to sit in the living room. Then Owen comes in and says, "That's disgusting." I asked him what was disgusting. He thought for a moment and said, "Putting your finger up your nose is disgusting." I agreed with him. Then he said, "Pooping in my brother's bed is disgusting." I said, "WHAT!!!!" Owen says, "Mommy, I pooped in Jay Jay's bed." Sure enough, Owen pooped in the middle of Jay's bed.

My Little Speech Therapist

Monday morning the boys were laying in my bed watching TV while I got ready for work. "Curious George" was about to come on and Jay says, "Curus Deorge coming on." Owen then corrects his brother, "No Jay Jay, not Curus Deorge, Curious George." Jay tries to say it again and Owen corrects him again. Jay got mad. Owen got mad and yelled for me, "Mommy, Jay's saying it wrong." I told Owen that it was nice of him to try to help his brother but that now Jay wanted to be left alone.

It's been about six years since I worked as a Speech Therapist with children. Owen's speech and language is so advanced for his age. I have to keep reminding myself that Jay's speech is normal for his age and I need to stop comparing it to Owen's speech.