Bonkers anyone?

It's been a busy, crazy month so far and I'm ready for it to slow down. I get to a point where I don't like the month of December. I love the fact of what Christmas means and stands for but I get irritated with the hustle and bustle of life.

I tell myself every December that I will be on top of things, that I will not wait for last minute gift shopping, but every year something comes up. Something that is unavoidable.

So for the sake of my children, I will make this a great Christmas by showing them that it is better to give that to receive, but most of all, that Jesus is the reason for the season.

Enough of a pity party. I'm good.

The boys have been driving me bonkers lately. Yesterday was a bad bonkers day.

The boys wake up and they rough play which usually results in someone crying.

They start school and AB is staring at the wall, or out the window with a blank stare. While UB is whining over not remembering what he had learned a month ago. Then AB starts scribbling all over the big pink eraser while UB starts to dump his crayons out because he'd rather draw than do math.

I send them outside, in this cold weather, and they end up fighting over who gets to ride a certain bike.

After lunch, it's reading time. AB picks a spot to read and is quietly reading, while UB sits on my lap to read to me. UB is finished before AB, so he goes off to play. At least that's what I think he does. That is, until I see a head bopping up and down as I sit on my bed folding laundry. I look down and there is UB, doing some yoga poses on the yoga mat. After the allotted time to read, they rough play some more. And they end up crying. Both of them this time.

AB goes to play on the computer while UB decided to use the bathroom. So when he comes out, I notice that my femenine pads are opened and in the trash. I ask him what he was doing with them and he says just playing. I tell him that they are for girls only and I stop myself from telling him that they are special napkins because I sure don't want to see those special napkins at the dining table when we actually need napkins. He then runs to AB and tells him that he was playing with mom's big band aids. (deep sigh)

I'm still doing laundry when I hear UB laughing. I go in my bedroom to see what is going on and I see my chihuahua's bed and blanket in the shower and my poor chihuahua shaking like a leaf, terrified of UB. I save her for the second time that day.

I send him to his room, but he stops at the Christmas tree to turn on and off the lights because he wants to see the lights blink. After I get on to him, he keeps the tree lights off because he says he doesn't want to waste the battery. (another deep sigh)

My mom had given us a bread machine as an early Christmas present so we tried it yesterday. AB wanted to make pretzels. When the machine beeped that it was time to get the dough out, UB decides to push the button again and the machine turns on to start the process all over again.

I get to it in time, take it out and am about to let the boys make the pretzel shapes when I see that there is about a pound of flour on my countertop. There stands AB, with a grin on him face, telling me he's ready to roll the dough in the flour and form the pretzels. He says that is how Emeril does it.

Now, it was just flour on the countertops I wouldn't be so flustered, but the flour was on the flour, on whatever else was on top of the countertops, but most of all, on the boys. (another deep sigh)

When they finish forming the pretzels, they decide they want to put cinnamon and sugar on a couple of the pretzels. Before I could react, they had already tag teamed each other and were making the mix. So now I have flour, cinnamon and sugar all over my floor.

We put the pretzels to bake and the boys went off to play while I went to finish the laundry. I figure the mess in the kitchen can wait a while.

As I sat there, folding laundry, I realized that it wasn't about me. I was making memories with the boys. That even though they weren't doing things the way I would have done them, they are learning. I have to remember that I was once a kid.

So as the boys continue to do things that drive me bonkers and make me speak in Spanish to them during those times,that probably to them sounds like I'm speaking in tongues, I will thank the good Lord for those opportunities I have with them.

The polyester navy blue 'marry me suit'

When AB was 4 and my neighbor's little girl E was 5, AB decided he was going to get a 'marry me' suit. He bugged and bugged me until I took him to the store to find a 'marry me' suit.

Him and E were going to get married. Since I didn't want to spend lots of money on a suit I knew AB would never wear, I took him to Goodwill.

We looked and looked and no suit was good enough. Until he found this navy blue polyester suit that was 4 sizes too big and looked like it was from the 70's.

It had the matching jacket and pants. The pants were bell-bottomed on the bottom and narrow on top. Can you say Welcome Back Kotter?

So I splurged and paid $5 for this 'marry me' suit. AB was so proud of his purchase. We got home and he put it on. Of course it was way too big, but it didn't matter to him.

Across the street he went to E's house. She would always play dress up with her Cinderella dress or whatever she had. AB went to show her his new 'marry me' suit. I'm not sure if he asked her to marry him, but he came home with her trailing him.

As the years went by, this suit was used for dress up. Never left the house. Until one time that AB decided he wanted to wear it to church. He had grown up some so it wasn't as big as it used to be.

Here he is with his suit on last year. On the way to church.
Since the pants had to be rolled up, it didn't really matter that they were bell bottomed.

Fast forward one year. AB has found this suit again and tried it on last week. He was quite happy that this 'marry me' suit fit him perfect now. The bell bottom of the pants are quite wide. The tightness of the upper part of the pant fits perfectly. The jacket is a little tight, but to AB it fits perfect.

So perfect that he wanted to wear this polyester hideous suit to church last week.

I distracted him and he forgot all about it.

I'm going to have to get rid of this suit before he decides to wear it out of the house again.

AB and his red converse

Guess what we got in the mail?

Anyone?

Well, let me show you.
Yup, AB got his new red converse Chuck Taylors. He was extremely excited.

The only 'opportunity' I see is that AB is OCD. A lot. Not a little.

He has to match. Everything is about matching for AB. His shoes have to match the rest of his outfit.

He even gets embarrassed when UB doesn't match. Doesn't even want to be seen with UB during these mismatched times.

So after AB got his shoes and was wanting to wear them, the dilemma came about what to wear.

Red shoes just don't match much with.

So the tears came flowing down because the shoes would match with the shirt but not the shorts. Or with the shorts and not the shirt.

But suddenly, the tears stopped because he found an outfit that matched and that he could live with.
I think the red shoes are going to make it in AB's world.

He might be wearing the same outfit day in and day out, but the shoes will definately survive.

Don't you think he's happy now?

I love rock 'n roll

Somewhere in the last several weeks, AB heard a song. A song that he didn't know the name too, but was wanting to download.

A song that he only knew part of the tune to, and only the words, I love rock 'n roll.

I looked it up and realized that it was Joan Jett & The Blackhearts song.

AB was excited that I had found this song for him. But he kept correcting me when I said that the song said, "I love rock 'n roll, put another dime in the jukebox baby".

Him and UB know more than me so they told me it said, "I love rock 'n roll, put another diamond in the jukebox baby".

I had to have a referee, Hubster , to break up the argument between me and the lightweights.

Regardless of what the song said, they wanted it downloaded unto AB's mp3 player.

I finally found the song and proceeded to download it. Before I downloaded the song, AB was talking about how awesome a singer Joan Jett was and she had a good rock 'n roll song.

I told him that she was who Hubster and I listened to growing up. She was from the 80's along with other of our favorite rock 'n roll singers.

AB looks at me and says "Wow! That's awesome! Is she still alive?"

Another scorpion?

Remember when AB got stung by a scorpion not too long ago?

Well, it happened again. To him. And only him!

When Hubster is out of town, the boys like to camp out in my room. I've tried letting them sleep on my bed with me, but it just doesn't work out.

They hog up the bed, the blankets and the pillows. I don't sleep when Hubster's not here, so the couple of hours I do get to sleep, I want to be relaxing.

So they each get their own little pallets on the floor around the bed.

I had put the boys to sleep and I was reading under the covers using a flashlight. I heard a noise and started pointing the flashlight at the kids.

UB is in a deep sleep while AB is crying. He's holding his face saying that it hurts. I ask what happened, he says he doesn't know. I feel bad for the kid so I ask him if he wants to come sleep with me. Yes, he says.

He brings his pillow with him, but when he does, I see something crawling. I point the flashlight at it and it's a scorpion.

I yell for AB to turn the light on while I throw the pillow on the floor.

He runs for the light switch, I jump off the bed and run where the pillow fell. There is the little critter running around towards the bottom of the pillow. I grab a shoe and try to kill it, but it's not dying. I press the shoe on it to kill it, but by this time, AB tells me he wants to save it to show it to his dad.

I run to the kitchen to get something to put this in. A jar.

I get the jar and put the scorpion in it. But I guess I caught his front arms, whatever they are called, because it couldn't go down to the bottom of the jar. So I open the jar , let the scorpion out and somehow it goes back in on it's own.

Sucker.

Once the culprit is caught, I look at AB's face. He's complaining that it hurts and that his tongue is numb. I of course start panicking. I wasn't here when the first scorpion bit him so I didn't know what he felt back then. Of course, the other one stung the tip of his finger. This one stung his face.

I call Hubster, because he's going to be able to do much since he's in New Mexico. I call my mom, because she can do much for me too because she's in San Antonio.

I then look online and it says what to do. It tells us to go wash it with soap and water. Done.

It tells us to put an ice pack on. Done.

It tells us that if the numbing of the mouth persists, that I need to take him to the ER. What?

By this time, I am going crazy, but in a non-crazy kind of way.

I put UB on the bed with us. He has no clue what is going on. AB is trying to tell him that he got stung by a scorpion again and UB is just looking at us like we are bothering his sleep.

By the time AB and I are relaxed, we get in bed. But when I get in bed, I realize that I am not going to be able to sleep because I'll be worried about AB.

And also because the boys pillows had taken over the bed. It was pillow,me,pillow, UB, pillow, AB, pillow. I had a tiny, tiny space to sleep on.

I waited for AB to fall asleep, then I did. But then at 1:30 I awoke to a loud thud. AB had knocked down the nightstand by his side. I get up to pick it up. Both boys are still asleep.

I try to go back to sleep, only to have UB use me as his pillow. Then AB wakes up and says that UB wasn't letting him sleep.

Off I go to sleep on the couch. 2am is the time you make these crazy decisions. Especially if you are tired.

Of course, falling asleep on your own couch is just weird. I heard more noises, the dog barking and then of course the bright light coming from the thermostat. The sacrifices we parents make for our children. But that's the moment that I realized that I was sleeping alone on my bed the next night.

The next morning, both boys woke up bright and cheerful. I on the other hand, was not. I was hoping for a nap, but that didn't happen either.

I asked the boys if they were sleeping on their beds the next night. No, they said, we'll just sleep on the floor. But what about the scorpion, I asked. We are going to sleep on one big pallet, that way if it stings one of us, the other one will get stung as well.

If that isn't brotherly love, I don't know what is.

Here is a picture of the scorpions that stung AB. The curled up one is the first one that stung his finger. The other one stung his face.

Not to worry, he's fine. Ready for the next scorpion that crosses his path.

Where oh where are all the Chuck Taylor's?

It came to my attention that AB needed some new clothes. I just didn't realize how desperately bad he needed clothes. I also didn't realize that he went through the summer with only five pairs of shorts and one of them is too small on him.

Of course, I hadn't realized how much he's grown until I measured him last week and found that while he had only grown 1 inch in 4 months, he has made up for it by growing 1/2 inch in one month. Just last month.

He is now at the ripe old age of 7, 55 1/2 inches tall.

So off we went on Saturday to not only look for some winter clothes, but some shoes as well. His feet grow as fast as he does. Maybe even faster.

He had a particular shoe in mind. Converse All-Stars Chuck Taylor's, in red, and nothing else would do.

We went to the mall in the town closest to us. I thought, "How hard could it be to find red converse hi-tops when the majority of this little town owns some. I'm sure to find them quick because if those other kids have some, then obviously there are plenty around.?

WRONG!!!!!!!

We went to store after store after store looking for this one particular shoe. We found lots of Converse hi-tops, but none that matched the description.

UB found him some. He also wanted some with red, but he wasn't as picky. As long as the shoe had red on it, he was ok.

But AB was another story. We went to Sears, I like Sears because of the Kidvantage program, and found some clothes for AB. Success, but why couldn't finding shoes be the same way?

After walking through that little mall twice, we decided to stop and fill ourselves with sugar. After cookies, for them, and a cinnamon sugar pretzel, for me, off we went again to find the shoe that was hiding from us.

After a while, with Hubster getting impatient with my impatience over the fact that I couldn't understand why AB couldn't just pick a shoe, any shoe, we left the mall. Without shoes for AB, but UB was happy.

The problem we are coming across is that because AB is big for his age, he is at that stage where the kids sizes are too small and the adult sizes are too big.

Poor AB, I guess he'll just have to look at the shoes on the Internet and just dream of one day owning a pair of Converse All-Stars Chuck Taylor's in red.

A portrait of me

I found this drawing tht AB made. I think this is how I look to AB when I'm getting on to him. Either that or I'm singing him a song.

Adventure Boy and his dirt bike

AB enjoys riding his dirt bike. He is an amazing kid and I'm going to brag on him a little. At the age of 2 1/2 he was riding his bicycle without training wheels. By the time he was 3, he wanted a dirt bike. "No", I said "too dangerous". "Yes", daddy said "that's my boy".

For his 4th birthday, we got him a dirt bike. He was so proud of that thing. He almost ran into some cars and some people when he first got on, but that's besides the point. He soon learned that riding a dirt bike was different than riding a bicycle.

He rode his first dirt bike for a short while. Simply because if you remember me telling you, some more-on stole it from our shop. We saved some money and bought him another one.

He rides this bike like there's no tomorrow. He wants to ride it all the time. When it's a sweltering 120 degrees outside. When it's freezing cold. When it's snowing. Even when it's raining.

He wants to race dirt bikes. "No", I said "too dangerous". "Yes", daddy said "that's my boy".

He bugged and bugged and bugged some more to go riding after it had rained. He knew the ground would be soft and wet and he just had to ride in it. What kid doesn't like to walk, run or ride in water puddles?

So yesterday evening, when it had finally stopped raining, after much bugging, Hubster went outside with AB so that he could ride through the puddles. He claimed it was to learn how to ride in wet dirt, but these pictures proved otherwise.
He's quite content to ride through these puddles. Just look at his face.

"It really is fun mom"

The Whataburger burger

We recently went to a Whataburger. If you are from around Texas you know that Whataburger's are usually found all over in a Texas town. They are quite yummy, but the further south you get, the better they are. You have to order them with toasted buns and grilled onions and it makes them scrumptulicious.

Anyway, AB got a kid's meal with a cheeseburger. He finished it and was still hungry. We gave him some money and told him to go order Justaburger (the name of a burger).

He came back and I asked him where the change was. They didn't give me any, he said.

Confused, I looked at the sign with the prices and kept insisting to him that he should have gotten change.

No, he said. She took the money and said it would be right out.

I asked him what he ordered. Just a burger mom, he said, no fries, no drink, just a burger.

Suddenly I realized that he didn't know that the name of the burger was called JUSTABURGER, he thought I had told him to go order just a burger.

Kids are so funny.

Wordless Wednesday

Happy Birthday Adventure Boy

Last Tuesday was Adventure Boys birthday. He had been extremely excited because we let them pick what they want for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So he chose pancakes for breakfast, tacos (homemade) for lunch and frozen pizza for dinner. I know, those are such nutritious food choices, but hey, a kid only turns 7 once.

He had also received some money from some people. He wanted a certain nerf gun. He gives me the money and says, "here mom, it's to help pay for the gun I want" How sweet is that?

Then UB had one dollar, he combined it with AB's 2o something dollars and 0ff we went to the store to get AB his toy gun. We get to the store and AB says he wants to make sure he has enough money to also buy his little brother something. He picks out a gun (the one that he wanted) and then lets his brother choose a small gun and they go pay.

UB is thanking AB profusely for buying him a gun on AB's birthday. AB is quite proud of himself because I told him I was proud for thinking of someone else on his birthday.

Then we get home and they start shooting each other and fighting. That happy moment at the store was short lived.

Happy Valentine's Day

I'm not much on Valentine's Day. To me it's just another day. I know it's a love day, but shouldn't you show your love everyday?

I'm just saying.

Last night when Adventure Boy got out of the shower, he ran into the school room. I asked what he was doing and he said "nothing mom. I'm just playing with this card."

This morning he brings me this card.

Complete with candies taped to the inside of the card. UB also gave a card, but the reason I didn't post UB's is because he is who we call the sweet one. He's usually doing something sweet to us. AB on the other hand does not. So when Hallmark moments like this happen, I take advantage of them.

It was nice that he made this all on his own without being told to.

Nothing like glitter glue and tape to make a momma happy from her little boy.

Is it time to ride my dirt bike? Is it time to ride my dirt bike?

When you homeschool, you spend hours and hours and hours and, well you get the picture, with your kids. They are with you ALL the time. You have to find time to yourself. Whatever time that is, you take it.

I lock myself in the bathroom for my quiet moments, but usually that ends up with the boys hanging outside the door waiting for me to come out. And as soon as I am out, they start talking non-stop again. Not that they stopped when I was locked in the bathroom, I just turn on the exhaust fan and pretend I'm alone on a remote island.

Reality hits as soon as I open the door. I learn to sometimes tune them out. Especially when they are fighting or are asking the million time question. I sometimes forget what they asked because most of the times it's something petty like, "mom, is it time to clean the toilets?". My boys are strange that way. They enjoy cleaning the toilets. I've come to realize that it's because it involves water, but hey, whatever works.

They fight over who will clean the guest bathroom. I usually have to break up a fight over that one. I know that I should appreciate them wanting to, no, begging to clean the toilets, but you just don't understand. When they clean the toilets, because it involves water and all kids enjoy water, there is usually a bigger mess to clean up. For me.

So that is why I tune them out when they ask if they can clean the toilets. Adventure Boy is the worst about asking. He will ask every 15 seconds. That goes for everything. I usually just turn on my invisible mute button on him and continue on what I'm doing.

Hubster doesn't know how to do that. So on Saturday when he told Adventure Boy that he could ride his dirt bike after lunch, AB took it seriously the minute lunch was over.

"Dad, you said after lunch I could ride my bike, can we do it now?" was the question asked 50 times before Hubster said, "I realize it's after lunch, but it is going to be after lunch until lunch time tomorrow, so go play right now".

Hubster is building a drag racer. He is having a blast taking everything out of a car and making it into a really fast car. More to post on another day.

He doesn't know how to 'tune out' Adventure Boy's repetitive questions yet. He's not as good as me. Hee Hee.

After the millionth time (that's probably how you'd feel if you've got a 6 yr old asking the same question all afternoon) of asking Hubster the question right into his ear as he was working on the car, Hubster got distracted. He accidentally poked a hole in his gas tank from being startled when AB spoke.

Now, in Hubster's defense, he works long hours and travels a lot, so when he has some time to work on his hobby, he tries to do it. He also spends time with the boys and they had already ridden their dirt bikes BEFORE lunch for quite a while.

Needless to say, Hubster was not happy.

But the day was not lost. After lunch had finally arrived before dinner , AB and UB were able to ride their dirt bikes before it got too dark.

Meanwhile, Hubster has started to look in his catalogs for a new fuel cell.

How difficult is it to find jeans for Adventure Boy?

At only 6 yrs old, Adventure Boy is 4'6" tall. He only has two pairs of jeans that fit him (length wise). Even those are just right on the ankle. So we head off to a store to go find him some pants that actually fit. As much as he dislikes trying on jeans, that is the only way we can make sure that he is not going to be running around with jeans that are either too little or too big.

We find some jeans and go to the dressing room. He's not liking this part so he goes inside the dressing room only to come out a couple of minutes later with some jeans on saying "oh mom, these are perfect. They fit just right, let's go" I get up to go see and this kid has got his pants on halfway up his hiney and not buttoned. When we button them up, they are actually shorter than the ones he has that do fit.

Back in he goes. To play in the dressing room. The next pants he tries takes him longer to put on because he's jumping up to see if he can touch the jeans to the ceiling. He's also crawling from stall to stall because there is no one else there and he says it's fun.

He comes back out with another pair that is super baggy, but the waist is small. But according to him, "they are comfortable mom". Even if he looks like he's wearing a corset. We finally find some that fit him. Of course out of all the pairs we had, those that fit are not on sale. Oh well!

We approach the register and there is an elderly lady in her 80's paying for her stuff. She then gets her receipt and starts looking for her keys and stuff. This takes her a while. We just stand there and smile. She turns around to apologize for taking up too much time, then proceeds to tell us that she is lost without her husband. Her husband used to do things for her and now that he's gone, she has a hard time alone. She then starts to cry and tells us that she can't even change a light bulb out in her laundry room. She can't get on a ladder. I feel bad for her and the cashier is looking at me with a 'what do I do' look. I ask the lady if she would like for me to follow her home and change it out.

Of course I'm looking my 'best' that morning. Because before the drama enfolded of AB needing jeans, I was busy starting to clean. I had on some sweats and a ratty t-shirt, with my hair all messed up and no make-up. Not to mention that AB had on some almost short pants that were 4 days well worn already and his hair was not brushed and his ADHD had kicked in and he was jumping up and down at the register.

So then I asked her if there was a neighbor that she knew could do it. She was still crying and said she hated to bother them. She did get a smile on her face when she had the idea to ask someone at church.

After that incident it made me realize of all the single elderly ladies at our church. How they are not proud, but feel it's a bother to ask for help. They feel that us younger people are too busy and don't have time. They have some of that right, we don't have time, but it's not because we are too busy, it's because we don't use our time wisely.

If you know of an elderly person that is alone, the best thing to do is go to their house and tell them you are there to help them do whatever they need. You'll be surprised at how well that works. Because if you think that you will be rewarding them with your services, you'll be the most rewarded with what they give you. Their smile.

Adventure Boy's Christmas list

Adventure Boy is 6 going on 16. He wants everything electronic for Christmas. He thinks Santa is bringing him everything he asked for. Boy is he going to be surprised when that doesn't happen.

His list consists of an xbox, playstation, wii,electric guitar, laptop, drum set, computer games, ipod, and various other items. Do you see a pattern here? Nothing on that list says less than $10.

Hubster wanted to get the boys a video game console so that they can have something to do with their friends. I said, "let them dig holes in the back yard and find horny toads with their friends". We ended up getting them a used console of some sort. I think it will do the job and maybe when they get older, as I will, I might consider getting them something that I know they won't break.

Adventure Boy knows people with an ipod. When he is around these people, thanks Barb, they let him listen to their ipod. He is rockin' and rollin' and thinkin' that he's getting one little ipod for Christmas.

Yesterday while on our way to karate, I hear humming from the back seat. That is somewhat rare because I usually hear fighting. I look in my rear view mirror and see some headphones in AB's ears. I turn around to get a better view. Yup, sure are earphones in there.

I ask him what he's listening to since he was humming AND had earphones. He says "nothing mom, I'm just pretending I have an ipod."

Well, at least he's using his imagination.

High-ya

The boys have been fighting since yesterday. I blame it all on the weather. It's always someone or something else's fault, never mine.

Adventure Boy uses his karate skills on Underwear Boy, but not to fear because Underwear Boy knows how to bite and pinch hard. Thus starting the he hit me, he bit me, he started it first saga.

I wait until they both start to cry then they get in trouble. I won't tell you what I do to them. All I can say is that if that law that they are trying to pass in that weird state ever passes here, I'm in big trouble. But I do threaten to tape them to the wall, hang them on the ceiling fan or even tie them to their beds, but none of that ever works.

Adventure Boy was having a stripe test at karate. The way karate is done here is that every month they get a black stripe on their belt. After three black stripes they get a red one and after the red one they receive their next belt. AB is only a white belt. Yesterday he got a red stripe and because it was red and not black he wanted me to take pictures.

During the testing, one little boy was going to get his gold belt. He was told by the instructor to break a board with his foot. All the kids in the class were watching with much intensity. The little boy did it. He broke the board in half with his kick. It was neat to watch. Of course we moms are like "I bet they broke the board a little before they let him kick it".

Well, that brought Adventure Boy to a whole new level of adventurness. All he could talk about was how he was going to start practicing on breaking a board with his kick so that he could do it on the first try at karate. (The little boy took 3 tries)

While he was showering, I heard a noise in the shower. He normally hits the bathroom wall because it's a fun noise (I'm guessing here). I tell him to stop and to my dismay I see he is practicing his kick in the shower.

I can only imagine how many holes we are going to have in our walls while he attempts to practice this move over and over until next month.

I'm thinking that today Hubster and I will have to go buy a supply of boards just so that AB could leave our walls in one piece.

Don't make me karate chop you!

Does this coat make me look fat?

I'm a little late posting today. It's still cold outside. But at least the ice is gone. The boys actually let me drive today.

I like the cold weather. The only think I don't like are the heavy coats. Nothing like wearing an extra 10 pounds to the already heavy body. Feeling like a sumo wrestler.

The boys don't like this weather. Adventure Boy wears sleeveless shirts during the summer. So what do you think he wants to wear when it's 28 degrees outside? Yep, sleeveless shirt.

On Sunday, it was 28 outside and he was determined to wear his sleeveless shirt(to church) with a long sleeve shirt on top, because he couldn't get it through his head that the ice on the sidewalk and weighing the trees down meant that it was cold outside. It's only ice you know.

After much persuasion, he wore a regular shirt with a long sleeve shirt on top. Then came the dilemma with the coat. He wanted to wear a hoodie. I really don't think he understood the concept of coooooold by this time.

He has a heavy camo jacket, but Hubster didn't want him to wear that to church. He brought his heavy coat that has two jackets in one and makes you look like the little boy with the red rider bb gun.

He was arguing that the coat was too heavy, that it was too hot, that it was in the way. By this time, I just tuned him out. Freeze if you want boy!

We arrive at church and he does not take this coat off. He says it makes him warm. HMMMM!

After a while, he starts complaining that he can't breathe. I tell him that if he took off his big heavy coat, he'd probably breathe a lot easier. No mom, can't do that, then I'll be cold.

After much persistence on my part (because I'm just such a nice mommy) and heavy whispering of "well then stop complaining about not being able to breathe" he decided to take his coat off.

"Wow mom, I can breathe now" he said

How much longer until spring?