First, I must apologize for the lack of blog updates. My computer died, ABOUT 3 WEEKS AGO (I just yelled that out loud, so that my husband would possibly get the hint) and I must say... I am going through computer withdrawal, symptoms. Night sweats, uncontrollable twitching, and erratic ranting. There's nothing like looking at my favorite blogs on my teeny-tiny cell phone screen.
It may be a little sac-relig on my part but I'm thinking of having a friends and family, fasting and prayer day, so that my husband will be inspired to purchase a new lap top. How does this Sunday, look? No?
Okay, I'm not. I'm just kidding. Well, if you want to, you can. I believe you can put it under the "service" category for a fellow Latter Day Saint.
Summer has been busy with my litany of on-going projects (shocker), my church calling, and daily Homeboy disasters. I'm sure you were all thinking that he must be calming down since I have not been blogging about his crazy antics lately. No true. He will be turning 4 in September and I'M STILL WAITING for him to out grow the terrible two's!
Below is a list of just a few things that he has participated in since the month of May:
Fell out his bedroom window, breaking branches on the bush below his window and receiving many scrapes. I heard him playing in his room and the next thing I know, he walked through the front door, bawling. He pushed the corner of the screen in his window and nearly plunged to his death. (he fell about 8-10 feet)
Dumped a small can of PURPLE paint on Homey's bedroom floor. Dark purple paint. Purple. Paint. Carpet ruined. I'm still lamenting over the decision of installing carpet instead of wood floors in every room. 10 years later and I was right, dear husband! Me. Right.
Ruined an ENTIRE freezer full of meat, and frozen treats. He left the freezer door open for at least 24 hours. There was no saving anything. Naughty boy!
Caught him hosing down strangers going by our house, with the hose and wearing only his underwear. Sadly, this has happened more than once.
Decided he was too tired to walk into the house and sit on the toilet, and instead, unloaded a Stanley-Steamer on our driveway. When I first came upon the little, pile, of poo, I thought to myself, "Now that's an odd place for a cat to poop." Then I noticed the hammer hap-haphazardly lying just to the right of the poopy mass. "That isn't cat poo! That's Homeboy poo!", I screamed outloud. He tried to blame this impromptu, poo, situation, on his "widdle brudder" when I interrigated him. He finally confessed, while he smiled. Eeeeevvviiiiiilllllll.
He flooded my bathroom floor on Saturday.
Found a hidden permanent marker and painted his fingernails. He has decided to go Goth.
Got into all of my spools of thread and made a spider web that covered the kitchen, family room and hallway.
So there you have it. This is just a list of a few things that Homeboy has participated in. Oh there is more. So much more. Like when he announces to EVERYONE that he has to poop and he holds himself, indicating his need to use the restroom, while I am doing Sharing Time in Primary. Awesome.
Even though he leaves me frustrated and exhausted, I'm loving his cute personality. He says the funniest things and it's hard to stay angry too long.
My favorite thing that he has said lately...
"Mom, your plan sucks!"
(he said this after I told him that the "plan" was to clean his room, give him a bath, and go to bed)
Homey, on the other hand, seems to be giving us a little reprieve from his teenage antics. I would say the most difficult thing we are dealing with is dragging him out of bed to get ready for church on Sundays. Sadly, the child is just like me, when it comes to being a night owl and waking up. It was brutal when I was a teenager. I remember and I sympathize with him. We are late every Sunday because of him, but at least we are there.
And have I mentioned how expensive teenagers are?!?!?!?! Stupid child labor laws. (JK) The kid eats what ever money he earns. He is an endless pit of hunger!
Oh, and how could I almost forget to mention the thing that has bugged me more than anything with Homey?!?!?! Skinny jeans. He wears them constantly. He thinks he looks hot in them. He thinks wrong. He only owns one pair, because I refuse to purchase any more. Boys they are ugly. UGLY! Return them to your sister's closets and wear them no more! Who ever came up with this idiotic fad needs to be kicked.... hard.
I miss the days when I could dictate everything my son would wear and do. (sigh)
Steve has been busy with work. He has always worked so hard at what ever job he has done and puts everything he has into his work. I'm proud of him and his efforts to rid our streets of the law breaking scum, that roams our community!
Bad boyz, bad boyz! What-ch ya gonna do when they come for you?!?!
I do have one little complaint about my dear husband...
GET RID OF THE BROKEN TV, THAT HAS BEEN SITTING IN OUR FAMILY ROOM, SINCE MARCH!! MARCH!
I'm considering placing a doily on top of the broken tv and placing a lamp on top of it.
Well, I must apologize for getting carried away with my ranting. There are times when it just spills out of my mouth and I must vent.
Just like holding a fart in... stifling my frustrations, can be dangerous to my health.
It's good for me.