With three small children, our house is the opposite of quiet. The screaming, yelling and “NO MY TURN”s vibrate the house from dawn until dusk. Occasionally, there is silence, which is followed by the realization that something really bad is going on or is about to happen.
For each kid, silence means something different.
Landon is 10 months and quiet means that he is eating something he shouldn’t. Like a roly-poly, paper, socks, crayons, shoes or any leftovers from the previous meal that survived the hospital-grade floor scrubbing that occurs after each meal. The silence is short lived and soon will be replaced with hacking and choking, then giggling.
Adalyn is just a couple months past her two year birthday and her quiet time is filled with coloring on things that she is not supposed to. Like couches, wood floors, walls, tables, windows, laundry, toilets, dishwashers and 10-month old brothers. She will act so sorry and apologetic when you catch her, then will go right back to her non-paper coloring canvas the second your back is turned.
Ben is four years old and isn’t nearly as sneaky as his siblings. When he’s doing something wrong, he puts forth no effort to hide it. During his potty training years, it was a different story and his silence was very predictable. We got into a habit of telling him to go poop any time he had been quiet for more than 30 seconds.
The result of the epic 10″ snow storm was a wonderful playground of fresh snow to play in. After the driveway, sidewalk, deck and mailman path were shoveled (which Ben actually really helped with), it was playtime. We built a 7 foot tall snowman – complete with top hat, oxygen mask and tie – and snow steps using a recycling bin.
Here is the snowman – note the orange juice lid eyes, celery nose and Chick-fil-a nugget container mouth. Ben said it looked like a fireman’s mask.
Ben was hot last night, so he turned our thermostat from heat to AC. Thankfully, it was cooler in the house that was the AC was set at so it never actually kicked on, but it was 63 when we woke up since the heat hadn’t ran either.
*filed under things nobody cares about but will make me laugh in 10 years if this blog still exists.
We were lucky enough to have family stop by on their way through Kansas City. Eli and Ben are 2nd cousins, or 1st cousins once removed, or something like that. Either way, they had a blast running around and laughing throughout the house.
It’s been nice enough to take all the kids to the park in the afternoons lately. I’m bound and determined to get Ben on video the first time he goes all the way across the monkey bars at our local park. Previous attempts here, here and here.
Today was the same result, but with a bonus underwear shot.