Busted!

What an interesting night I just had. Where do I start? I know!...How about the part where my neighbor called the cops!

After I left work, I picked the kids up from the sitters and then headed home. Ethan and Aidan wanted to ride their bikes outside while I made dinner. That was fine by me...didn't feel like screaming at them for running wild in the house. Ya know...normally that would be fine, but it was a long day at work and I just didn't have the energy. I put Oliver in his high chair and gave him some crumbs to nibble. He, too, was not in the best of moods...running a bit of a fever. Greg had just left to go help on a service project for the Young Men in our ward. I stand in the kitchen alone with a few moments of silence (aside from the music I was listening to) when Ethan comes in to tell me that the neighbor wanted to talk to me. My first thought..."I really hope you didn't poop in their yard." I walk outside to see my neighbor standing in the street, hands on her hips and giving me the stare down with her head half-cocked. (This might be a tad long)


Me: "Hell..." I am quickly interrupted, I could not finish my greeting.

Neighbor: Can you please tell me why your husband pulled my plant out!

Me: Huh? (very confused) Excuse me?

Neighbor: Your son told me that your husband destroyed my plant! And that he did it to be mean! Why would he do that?! I don't come on to your property and do those things!!!

Me: I am sorry. I have no idea what you are talking about. I never saw my husband do anything. Did you?

Neighbor: No, I didn't see him, but your son said it happened...why would he make that up?!

***Let's think about this for a minute....People....do 6 yr olds ever tell the truth when they think they are in trouble? C'mon lady...really?****

Me: Well...he is only 6. He is known to come up with some real whoppers. (a.k.a. lies)

Neighbor: If your husband is a "hater" then he doesn't belong in this neighborhood!! If I had a problem with you guys then I would come to you and settle it like adults. I wouldn't come on your property and destroy it!

Me: You don't even know it was him.

Neighbor: Who else would have done it? Who?! (ah..yeah...like my 33 yr old husband has nothing better to do than pull your weeds?)

Me: I am sorry, but I am not sure what you want me to do?

Neighbor: Oh! I know what I am going to do! I am going to call the cops!

Me: And tell them what!? You didn't see anything! You don't know that my husband pulled your plant! It could have been your own son.

Neighbor: My child was not raised that way! He knows better! Get inside son, you are not allowed to play with those kids anymore! **hand gesture** Stay off my property!!

Me: Ok!

That is pretty much what took place....and a about 30-40 minutes later....knock, knock...the cops show up! Busted!

Cop: Is your husband home?

Me: Nope. He is at the church doing a service project.

Cop: Oh....do you know so and so, he goes to that church?

Me: No, but I know Officer Stant....he is our home teacher. : )

Cop: Oh yeah...I know him. Good guy. Well, basically she is really upset about her plant. (ya think?) Hopefully you guys can resolve this, but I would suggest you stay off her property.

Me: No problem.

Cop: Have a good night.

Now, I am not gonna say my son is innocent. It definitely sounds like something he could have done, but calling the cops....seriously? Some of you might ask, why would Ethan say something like that? Why would he blame his dad? This is how I envisioned the first few minutes of neighbor and Ethan before he came and got me...

Neighbor to Ethan (or Scary Lady with mean look on face to scared 6 yr old): Did you pull out my plant?!

Ethan: (scared look on face, eyes big, shoulders back, chin down) no.

Neighbor: Then who did?!

Ethan: umm....maybe... my dad did?

Neighbor: Get your mommy out here!

It sounds plausible, right? Anyway, she must of really got Ethan scared or nervous when she started mentioning cops because when we got back in the house...Ethan had crapped his pants!

Birthday

This post is well overdue! Olie turned 1 a couple weeks ago. I didn't have a big party or anything, but I did get him a cake and invited my sister in law and her kids over to join in in the celebration. We ordered pizza, and let the boys play. I put Olie in his high chair and got the cake out to put the candle on it. Then the phone rang...it was my mother in law calling to wish a happy birthday to the little guy. After a quick chat and happy birthday song over the phone, I resume to my previous activity of topping the cake with the candle, when I am stopped in my tracks and start screaming at the top of my lungs..."Aahhhh!! Who did this?!" This is what I found....

That's right! Some little kids already got to the cake! They just couldn't wait 5 minutes. Ethan, Aidan and Thomas all enjoyed a good finger licking of the icing. Oh well. It happens. They're kids, what did I expect. I stuck the candle in the cake and continued on with the celebration. Oliver enjoyed the song as well as the cake! I'd say it was a success.

One year ago today....

One year ago today, I welcomed my sweet baby boy #3 into the world. Oliver William was born at 1:06am on the morning of April 7th. It was a quick 6 hour labor and delivery. It went very smoothly, and pain free (after I got my drugs). He was beautiful. He had the sweetest little cry, if you can even it call it that. I can not believe a year has already gone by. He is such a great baby. He is always in the best of moods, unless of course he is under the weather or teething. He has an adorable baby face with the best facial expressions ever. His babbles are delightful, his laugh is infectious, his eyes are big with wonder and his ears stick out...and I love him with all my heart.

Happy Birthday My Sweet Oli-Bear!

Boys!

To those of you who have boys, I am sure you can relate to the story I am about to share with you. Let me preface it by saying to those who do not relate have boys....they love all of their bodily functions and love to try new things and sometimes they just roll with the punches. With that being said...I will now begin the story.

It was a bright and sunny day...perfect weather for playing outside. The kids were loud and crazy and sending them outside would ensure quiet time for mommy and baby inside. So being the awesome, unselfish mom I am, I let them run wild and free in the backyard. (reminding them to watch out for dog poop. We hadn't done the poop scooping for the week yet and there were quite a few land mines scattered about.) A few minutes go by and the boys come running in the house to grab some toys and head back outside. Then in again and out again, etc. This was getting really old and I hated hearing the door constantly being slammed as they exited to the backyard. I finally told them they needed to stay in or stay out. No more toys were allowed outside. They give me their sad faces, then mad faces and replied, "FINE!" As they stomped back outside. All was well. I was getting some chores done and the baby had finally fallen asleep. Then the backdoor opens wide...Aidan comes running in....sees me, stops, stares at me, puts his hands up as if to say....STOP... before you say anything to me, I have an announcement to make! Aidan then indeed makes an announcement, "Mommy - I just coming inside for Ethan....he needs me to get toilet paper for his butt! Okay! not toys, okay...now... I got it, I am going outside now. okay. Bye mommy. As I stand there listening to this and watching my 3 year old run in and out of the house with toilet paper in hand, I realize he said he needed the toilet paper for his butt.....not his nose, his BUTT!? What!?! I run out side and sure enough...there is Ethan, pants around his ankles, squatting in the back yard. "what the heck Ethan....what are you doing?" I ask. His response..."I wanted to teach Aidan how to poop in the woods. Its awesome." As he smiles, laughs, wipes his butt and pulls his pants up. Then he looks at me like...what did I do?
So although he did avoid the dogs' messes he decided to add to the decor of the backyard himself.
He is now on poop scooping duty.