Moe…..or maybe Clyde.

So……Moe.  Moe.  He’s that kid.  You know, acts up but has the cuteset smile and melts your heart.  Quite a loving kid if I do say so.  He’s my angel.  What a miracle he was.  But anyway.  He’s that kid who asks before he gets anything, takes anything or even throws things away.  Mommy can I……  Even when he suspects the answer is no, he asks on the .0005% chance I may say yes.  But there is this, um, dynamic between he and Curly.  Moe has been obsessed with hair since birth.  (that’s another story) Curly always had long hair until recently.  She would knock him over and torture him.  He would then lie in wait, like a lion (ironic lions are his favorite animal) He’d watch.  And wait.  And just as she settled in laying across the chair with her lovely blond locks gently falling down the side of the chair he would ever so quietly, ever so gently hunt her down and yank the hair and crawl away fast as he could.  Then he’d smile and tickle his nose with his fresh kill while she cried at the massive bald spot that was just created by her lion brother.

Well, time has passed and we were able to curb the hair obsession with, none other than toy lions.  But his lionlike behavior and special dynamic with his sister lives on.  Tuesday Dad took Moe to Walmart after school.  When they came home, I heard “Mommy can I have a Ho Ho?…….PWEEEAAAASSEEEE”  Well, seeing as they are Swiss Cake Rolls, each kid got a package with 2 in each.  He ate his and then a little while later asked ever so politely for more.  At the response I gave him, he was displeased.  I insisted dinner must be eaten before more junk food.

Now, Curly isn’t feeling 100%.  She is over taken by yet another sinus infection.  She opened her one allotment of swiss cake rolls and ate one.  Leaving the other on the floor with her blanky, pillow, drink and snacky bowl.

He watched.  He lied in wait.  And when it was clear she had succomb to the request for her attendence at the kitchen table for dinner he overly quietly slunk to the area that was clearly hers and ate the remaining snack cake.  His cheeks full like a chipmunk.  Quiet not to be heard by anyone.

I was lucky.  I got to see him in action and while it was wrong to allow it, I did as she shouldn’t leave her stuff lay around and I wanted to see how he did things.  This was one time he didn’t ask first.  He always asks.  He knew she’d never say yes.  Plus it was sweet revenge for the torture she still inflicts on her little brother.

Yes, now I know what to watch out for with that one.  His halo seems a bit crooked and he is quite skilled at his talent of theft.  These are good lessons for a mom to learn now.  That cute innocent smile fools me no more.  But it still melts my heart.

Oh these Halloween decorations.

I LOVE Halloween.  One of my most favorite holidays by far, if not the absolute favorite.  Come on now, a whole holiday centered around chocolate cannot possibly be bad.  I’ve decorated.  I love it.  I’d do more if I could afford it or had the time to make more things.  But for now, what I have will have to do.

My youngest, Moe, the 3 year old, LOVES all of the spooky things.  Almost to a scary level.  His best friend that he takes everywhere is named Spooky, of course.  It’s a 4′ skeleton that was one of those foam craft kits you get at Michael’s.  we put it together and man o man does he love it.  He looks at the scary skeleton on the kitchen window and says “He’s Smiling!!!!” and so is the Pumpkin Head  on the china cabinet.

We have one of those inflatable things in the front yard.  I got it on clearance for $10.  It is the one that is the Haunted House.  There are 3 ghosts sticking out of it.  Curly and Moe have named each one.  Each ghost represents one of them.  So there is a ghost for Larry, Curly and Moe.  Curly and Moe kiss each ghost goodbye every night.  It is hilarious.

Curly is so very excited to be a witch this year.  She loves wearing her costume around the house.  Moe wants to be a skeleton and since they didn’t have any in his size, I bought another foam skeleton kit and glued the bones to a black shirt and black sweat pants.  I even painted them with glow in the dark paint. Those two are totally in love and play with all of the Halloween decorations they can get their hands on, especially Moe.  It is so much fun!  I’m so glad they love this holiday and I can share it with them.

You may have noticed the lack of mention of Larry.  Larry is not thrilled with Halloween.  The decorations are ok.  He’d prefer the cute things.  Honestly, Larry is scared of death.  Halloween reminds him of this.  I know it is a symptom of his separation from self.  He needs so much.  Sometimes I’m not sure what the answers are.  The 4′ paper spider he is good with now, as long as it stays in the living room.  He’s not a fan of it, but accepted it and even told me where to put it.  He’s terrified of spiders and bugs, mostly if they come in the house.   But I struggle with what to tell him.  How to explain death.  How to make him not afraid.  I can’t hide the facts from him as 1. Some kid will tell him something and 2. It is inevitable that eventually someone we know will die and if I leave him at home and hide him from it, it will be that much harder to come to terms with it later, especially if it was a grandparent’s funeral he missed out on.

Larry and I went shopping yesterday.  We ended up at Michael’s for the glow in the dark paint I needed for Moe’s costume.  As we passed all of the Halloween stuff (on clearance!) Moe saw a little box that was hinged.  He wanted it….sure for 99 cents its all yours!  He was going to paint it.  I said we could get black paint and I have red felt and he can decorate it to put with the Halloween decorations.  Yes, it was a little hinged coffin.  “Mommy, what’s a coffin?”  Hmmmmm, dilemma.  Do I tell him?  I know what will happen if I do.  Do I not and someone else tell him later?  Well, I chose honesty.  But very matter of fact about it.  Gave him the definition and use of a coffin.  Told him they make them very nice inside with satin and pillows.  Well, he put it back and said he’d rather do a different craft and that the coffin was too scary.

He is now imagining himself in a coffin.  I know it.  But it will be a few days or a week and then the nightmares and more questions and fears.  I can’t hide all truths from him and I refuse to let him live in a big bubble.  I just hope for signs of improvement soon.  We’re doing all we can.  His phobias have such a powerful hold on him though.  I worry about Larry.

But….Larry is excited for trick or treating (except for scary houses).  He likes chocolate and he LOVES his Star Wars Clone Trooper costume

Out of the mouths of babes…

This weekend we had to finally retreive Larry and Curly from my sister’s house.  They were there for 2 weeks, visiting, taking swimming lessons and having a grand time!  Those stories aside for now, I am still laughing incredibly at the few sentences that were overheard from the backseat on the way home.  All three kids sit in the back of a Malibu so they are quite close which always makes a car ride, ummm, eventful to say the least.

Moe: “Oooooo, I have really big wood.  Biiiiggggg Wood.  Hey guys, I have big wood.”

* We really have no idea what he was talking about *

Larry: “She’s threatening me with her tongue!”

Curly: “He keeps poking me.”

Us: “Everyone keep their tongues to themselves! and QUIT poking your sister!”

Shake It Portia!

Portia is our cat.  Lovely cat that she is.  This is one amazing animal.  Her story later.  So 2 nights ago I put Curly to bed.  At the usual time, 8:00 and all is well.  Apparently there was a stowaway under the bed.  Portia. Crazy cat should know better than to mess with Curly.  Curly LOVES Portia….to death.  Curly had gone to bed, or so I thought, very easily.  No antics, no “Need Mommy Time”.  Yea!  A nice evening to be had by all adults left awake.  Ahhhhh, silence.  No TV, no fighting, all 3 monsters in bed.  :)  I’m watching The Closer.  One of my favorite TV shows.  It was probably 10 or 15 minutes into the show when I hear this long meeeeooooooowwwww.  Now to know Portia is to know she is a talker.  The cat never stops talking.  But there was something different.  Crap, my bedroom door is closed or she’s locked in one of the kids rooms.  Crap crap crap she’s going to wake them up!

So up I go.  Huh, my door is open.  CRAP.  Open Curly’s door and there she is, Curly has got Portia trapped.  Holding her up making her dance.  For an hour this poor thing has been on its hind legs partying it up!  I can’t help but laugh, almost hyterically at the site of this poor tortured furry being, but knowing that she’d never hiss, scratch, bite, claw or do more than a long meeeooooowwwww SOS call.  Yes, my daughter got a lecture, but I am grateful to have this wonderful being in our lives who adopted us.  Oh I wish I had a picture.

Our lovely children!

I am very lucky to be blessed with 3 beautiful children.  I always dreamed of a big family, not terribly big, but one where we have 4 children.  They are easily divided into pairs that way  A few months ago I had the urge, the feeling, the need to have my 4th and final.  Anyone who knows me knows that it certainly was out of the question a few months ago, but gosh how strongly I felt it.  I think because underneath it all it was my body’s last ditch effort to want it before the the end.  Yes, at 33, the end of my reproductive years is upon me and although I’ll never know the 4th child I was to have, I am grateful for the 3 I do have.  So here I will cherish all of their antics, funny, not so funny, mischievous and loving things as they are.

I present you Larry (8yo boy), Curly (5yo girl with straight hair) and Moe (3yo boy).  And no, those are not their real names

The birth of a new blog!

Well, here it is.  The blog of my children’s antics.  I got the idea from NikkiMK06’s blog, Caution! May Contain Small Parts and thought it was a great idea!  Think about it, all the funny things we never write down, all here to look at often, by me, you and others laugh, and….the ultimate….when we finally get around to scrapbooking, here it all is!

So, welcome to Tic Tac Tiny Toes! (Design to be updated VERY SOON )