Costco funnies

We were at Costco tonight and Tyson was being his usual crazy self. We were walking down an aisle and he is running all over the place. He decides to go and run at Jason and grab him around the waist. Jason surprisedly yells, "Hey, don't bite my butt!" Tyson apparently tried to bite him in the rear. The funny part is this lady is walking by and starts laughing and we are laughing (Jason not so much, since he's just been the victim of an attempted butt bite) then the lady says, "That sounds familiar". Jason and I pause and watch the crazy lady go by. Is this something that is common? We think Tyson is a crazy and that is why he does these random crazy things. I just can't stop thinking of this poor lady who is regularly bitten on the butt.

boy or girl?

We had our ultra sound this morning with the meanest ultrasound tech in the world but she did tell us that we are having

A GIRL!!!!!

I am super excited! Jason and I bet that if it's a girl then he has to do dishes all week, so not only do I get another sweet little girl I get to not do dishes for a week! Double score!!!

Tyson was not too keen on the idea of another little sister but he held the ultrasound pictures the whole way home and then called Grandma and told her the good news. The pictures are awful and the tech really sucked so I will not bother posting any. And just to clear things up we will not be naming the baby a 't' name. We were going to keep it going if it was a boy but I can't think of one other 't' girl name I like. Sorry all you Tanya, Tiffany, Trisha, and Tatiana's out there :)

Our crazy trip

We lived through our crazy vacation and here is our travel log!! We left on Saturday and were very hopeful we would all make it back and not kill each other. I tell you now it was touch and go for a while :)I went to the dollar store and had a bunch of new toys for the car ride. Taylor is crazy about phones and loved this fake cell phone.
But this had to be my favorite time of the car ride.

We started our crazy trip at Sea World which was not happy news for Tyson he wanted to go to Disneyland so we dealt with fits all day long. Here we are at the Shamu show.

But by the end of the day he saw the benefits of Sea World and begged to see the Shamu show again, which was a much happier experience for everyone.

Another picture from Sea World. What a boy!

This really was the changing point at Sea World. He was afraid of everything but he went wild for these star fish (thanks Spongebob, or should I say Patrick?)

I love when they have little play pens for the kids to play in. Taylor did not like staying in the stroller and loved being free in this little play area. Should I be worried about those lips? The girl will never need collagen I guess.

Our second day was the San Diego Zoo, which was probably our roughest day. Tyson was really afraid of everything and Taylor was not happy for most of the day.

I thought the petting zoo would be awesome, but it was the catalyst that took us home for the day. Tyson would not pet anything and Taylor was running after all of the animals and scaring them to death.

Our favorite was the goats attacking Mark. They loved his wheelchair and kept trying to eat it. Mark was less than amused.

Our third day was Universal Studios. The group shots always turn out wonderful. I give up trying to get a good one.

Tyson was petrified on the universal tour. This is his nervous face and hands, we saw it a ton on this trip. Who knew we were raising such a wimp? We'll have to get him out more!

Neither of the kids were big fans of the characters.

Our next three days were at Disneyland. The first day was rough and then Grandpa came down from Napa and Tyson couldn't let him see he was such a wimp and really bucked up and did well the next two days.

Classic Disneyland picture. Where else can you wear ears on your hat and eat a sucker as big as your face?

I love that Tyson will dress up in anything and let me take a picture of him. He is such a sport!

At least I got a good picture of someone with a character. The guys loved the characters and got so excited when they saw them walking down the street.

I think this was my favorite part of California. It was really hot the whole time we were there and the kids loved playing in the water. Taylor is fearless and is rubbing off on Tyson. I love it.

Tyson and Grandpa with Goofy.

Even Mickey was trying to help us with Tyson. he just stands in front of the character and looks at the floor until the torture is over.

Here are the scared hands again. He wouldn't even give a high five. What a nut.

Gotta love these crazy kids!

I would give the trip a solid C rating. A lot of good, a lot of bad, a lot of drama and a lot of laughs. We did have the day of poop and piss (as we affectionately call it), it involved a lot of each. We learned Mark talks in his sleep all night long and A Small World will never be the same after he peed all over their handicapped boat. Jason spent more time in the bathrooms than in line on any ride, we can tell you where any bathroom is at any park we visited. We ate more peanut butter and jelly than we'd care to remember, while trying to save money and not buy food at the parks. Jason and I had a motto for the trip: This is not for us. Which means, we will not be going on any rides of our choosing, we will go on the rides that can accommodate a wheelchair and on which Tyson or Taylor will not freak out on. It also means we will not freak out about not getting everything in, we will see and do what the group can do. A solid C rating.

Tomorrow is our big ultrasound and we will hopefully find out what our baby is! We are super excited!!!!

super scary

Yeah for Jason! He painted the entrance way and it looks great! I think we both were stressed out the whole time he was up there. Every noise he made I would shout "Are you OK?" I just kept thinking if he falls it will be all my fault for making him paint it. I did tell him if he falls and goes to heaven maybe he'll finally get a day to rest. Poor man! I do work him to the bone.We bought this machine that has been a life saver! It pumps the paint to the roller and has edge attachments, so we don't have to keep dipping the roller in paint and then getting back up on the ladder. It made the painting go much better, especially in this entrance way.
Doesn't it look great? He did a great job! Isn't that ladder insane? Honestly if anyone ever needs a ladder that can reach 26 feet. Please let us know!
We have a little more to do and then we will officially be done with the main part of the house. The rooms left to paint are the loft, Tyson's room, the master bedroom and 3 bathrooms. Not to mention the crown molding. I was happy at the beginning of this post and now listing the work left to do I am a bit sad. I love/hate our big house.

Mean 3 year olds

I don't know if my fragile heart can take any more abuse from my mean 3 year old. Today for some reason he is out to make me cry. This morning after his bath he gives me a big hug and I ask him what's that for? He (I think) says something sweet, so I hug him real big and then I say maybe it's because you love me so much and you are thankful I do so many nice things for you. He laughs and then farts on me.

At lunch today I give him his lunch just how he likes it. A hot dog cut up with every sauce we have in the house. He is crazy about sauces. He says to me "I'm going to get the wishing rock (We saw the movie Shorts and it has a wishing rock in it) and then you will be gone forever and then go to the monster place and get eaten by all the monsters." This my friends is out of the clear blue sky. I took him to the park, we fed the ducks, (one of those stupid geese bit him on the finger, those birds are getting a little too aggressive, maybe no one has been feeding them since it's been so hot) he got to watch A Bug's Life (his new favorite). I just did not feel that I deserved such mean comments! How do you respond to this? I said, "Is that how you talk to your mother?" He called me a name and I said, "Well you have five minutes to eat and then you are in your room in time out until you can learn how to speak nicely to your mother."

I swear I never dreamed of being mean to my mother when I was 3 YEARS OLD! What the heck? I have 16 years before I send him on his mission. (which he has informed me he will not be going on) I think I'll start researching military schools now. Do you think they'll take him at 4 years old?

this and that

Taylor will finally let me put things in her hair! It's been two days now and I am going to keep trying every morning after we comb her hair. The thing is, she will only leave them in her hair if they are like this. If I try a pony tail on the top she rips it out. If I try a barrette on the side, it never lasts more than a minute. So now I am trying to train her hair to go backwards instead of hanging all over her face.

Taylor has been carrying this little pumpkin all over like a purse, it's adorable. Girls are too much fun! She usually carries a doll or stuffed animal around too, giving them hugs and kisses. It is quite a change from Tyson who, when you hand him a toy he tries to figure out how to use it as a weapon or breaks it immediately. Taylor however, refuses to smile or even sit still for a picture. When the camera comes out she is gone.

Poor Mark, it's not bad enough that the kids are constantly in his room and messing up his things, the other day he was in the middle of putting his laundry away and Tyson went in there and fell asleep right in the middle of it. Mark has a staff that comes a few times a week and helps him clean and do his exercises, and every time she comes she says, "Mark what did you do to your room?" And he frantically tries to tell her it was the kids and she says, "Don't try to blame the kids for your mess." It's pretty funny. Poor guy!

Tyson slept like this for 2 1/2 hours and Mark was beside himself, he didn't know what to do. We kept telling him to do his normal routine, it's not like he ever is in his bed other than sleeping. He finished his laundry, watched a movie, and came out for dinner before Tyson finally woke up.

Last night Tyson was being typical Tyson and I told him I was going to have to start spanking him until he was a nice boy so I grabbed him and was play spanking him. He started counting the spanks and counted perfectly to 13 with no mistakes. I thought it must be a fluke so he was sticking his tongue out and shaking his butt at me so I grabbed him again and he counted to 13 again perfectly. This went on 2 more times. I guess he just needed the proper motivation to learn to count. That boy is a nut! Who says kids don't benefit from being spanked?

Manic Monday

Do you ever have one of those days, when you wake up and know that it is only a matter of time before you kill someone? That was my yesterday. Jason has a four day weekend every other week, I hate this new schedule. I can deal with my husband for three days, when the fourth comes around all bets are off. I start the day, how I start every day, getting the guys up and going off to work. Only Monday the kids are also up at 6am and driving me nuts. Where is my husband? In bed. He sent the kids down when they woke up. So I am spiting mad because this is not the first time he has pulled this crap and we have had words in the past. I guess not strong enough words so I added some expletives this time to get my point across. A little time passes, but I am not one to let things go lightly and here is our next conversation. (Me)"I'm going to strangle you one day." (Jason) "I'm going to tell the lawyer to put a clause in my will that if you kill me then you don't get any money and it all goes to the children." (Me) "Oh it's not a matter of IF, it's a matter of WHEN and I should get all the money you have because I have let you live this long." Do you ever have these conversations with your husbands? Maybe I've shared too much :)

This is my sweet set up until we put the house in order.

I also made 4 loaves and 20 mini loaves of zucchini bread yesterday. This is how all of my loaves turned out, hence the mini loaves. Any ideas why it does this? I hate painting now and the stairs were particularly horrible.
Jason got the back wall done and hopefully we can get things pushed back into their places soon.

He also painted the two cut outs blue. I really like the blue. The problem is we are now done with blue and still have 4 gallons of it. Guess what color Tyson's room will be? (Whether he likes it or not)

We even got upstairs mostly done. Jason pulled out the huge ladder we just bought and it worked like a charm.

I had to throw in pictures of Taylor dancing. She makes us laugh every time music is on. She came to Earth with her dancing shoes on.

The barn plays music and she is holding on to it while rocking out. Pictures just do not do it justice.

We only have 3 more days on our chicken pox watch. The kids are going stir crazy and I will only take them places where they won't have any contact with others. I think it is better to know that they may be contagious rather then spreading it unknowingly. I know the poor lady that may have spread it to us feels awful.