Gotta Love That Boy

My husband can be a picky man about some things.  He likes his clothes washed and folded in just the right way.  He likes his truck mess free.  He likes his desk organized in a certain way.  But the thing my husband is most particular about is what body parts, and things that are next to body parts touch.  Shoes should not touch a couch, chair or bed (I agree with this one).  Feet, whether socked or naked should never touch a table, pillow or other body part.  Tongues should stay in the mouth and never be used to lick a plate (guilty).  When any of these things happen, my normally calm husband get fidgety and upset.  So you can imagine his disgust and my joy when our son decided he was going to change into his school clothes while laying on our bed.  He took his pull up off and standing, bare foot and bare butted, on my husband's pillow, decided to put on his underwear.  My husband immediately told him to get down and he did.  Naked butt first, he slid down my husband's pillow onto the floor!  I'm still laughing.  The sheets were immediately washed.  I love my family.

Fatherhood 303

After three children parenting is bound to change.  My husband is pretty much the same dad he was with our first child, but occasionally he surprises me.  Our children were given cookies this Sunday after Sunday school and our son dropped a piece on the ground.  Being four and properly trained in not wasting food, he promptly picked it up and ate it.  To which my husband said...and I quote.... "Don't eat things off the ground."  My son responded with, "But I blew all the hair off."  To which my husband replied, "It's OK to do that at home, but not in public.  Only eat food off the floor at home."

First of all to hear my husband tell my son to eat off the floor is crazy.  I never, ever thought I would hear something like that come from him.  Second of all, my husband thinks our floors are clean enough to eat off of!  That makes me feel good.

Daddy Hypnosis

How does he do it!?  The other morning my son came into our room very early (6 AM or so) and immediately wanted me to make him breakfast.  Unfortunately, I was unavailable because I needed to take the puppy out for her morning walk.  If she doesn't get it, she's crazy all day.  So my son says, "OK" and hops into bed with my husband.  I was thinking, "Ha ha, he'll have to get up and feed the boy."  I went on the walk and about an hour later went upstairs to find my husband and son both ASLEEP!!!

He must have our kids hypnotized because I know they are not trainable.  First of all, my two oldest ALWAYS come to me first thing in the morning.  They completely ignore my husband's side of the bed.  And when I say, "Ask your dad", their reply is always, "But he's sleeping."  What!!???  I guess mom's don't sleep.  Second of all, if I have the nerve to ignore my children's plea to wake up, I am accosted by pokes, whispers, tickles, hugs and bouncing on my back until I get up.  They don't even bother him.  It's not like he's mean or anything.  He's certainly nicer than me about that stuff.  And yet I am the target; not him.

That's just morning time stuff.  They never seem to stomp on his feet, (although there is a period of time where each child has been the perfect height to cause some "man" damage), or throw up on him, or poop in the tub when he's watching, or spill their drink in his lap.  Somehow it happens to me.  I have to figure out his methods.

More Awesome Parenting.. no seriously

It all began with a grumpy 3 year old at about 5:30 in the evening.  It was that kind of grumpy that only happens when a young child has decided to give up napping, when he has the flu, at Christmas time.  My husband and I couldn't wait for bed time, but we knew that if he fell asleep then, he would get up around 8 and be up way past midnight.  As we were not feeling so great ourselves, we needed him to stay awake long enough for dinner and then he could go to bed around 7:30.  Unfortunately dinner was taking a little longer than expected and our son started to fall asleep on the couch.  When he gets tired and decides to fall asleep there is NO waking him up.  Dancing monkeys, juggling lit torches on bouncy balls couldn't get my son to open his eyes.  So my husband did what he had to do, what only a seasoned veteran parent would do.  He offered our son.... a cookie.  He popped right up and by the time he was done with his cookie, dinner was ready and we were all able to get a good night's sleep.  Now that's parenting.