Vocabulary Fail

OK. So Curt and I had a mirror held up to us this weekend and we recognize we REALLY need to watch our language.  I know I have probably mentioned that the driver's here in Doha are RIDICULOUS, and from time to time they really get under our skin (understatement of the year) when they do things like: turn left from the far right lane, don't let people merge, cut people off all the way up to the line at the round about, drive far faster than necessary or they have the skills for, ride your bumper, flash their lights for you to get over when there is nowhere for you to go, and so on . . .

On Saturday morning Curt was in the kitchen, and the boys were playing and just doing whatever in the play area.  I was clearing the table and I hear Brady saying something (over and over again) that vaguely sounds like "F&*^ing Idiot".  I look to see he is sitting inside one of the drawers that stores toys and i walk over and say "Hey Brady, whatcha doing?" and he says "Driving a car."  I about DIED.  He proceeds to say it a few more times - with EXACTLY the right amount of anger and under his breath tone that we may or may not have used from time to time :).  I say, "are you talking about those CRAZY DRIVERS?!" trying DESPERATELY to sink something else in his sharp little brain.  and he says "yes".  I then walk in the kitchen to tell Curt what has happened.  we both have a look of dread on our faces as we can still hear him saying it (again, still under his breath) over and over in the other room.  Trying not to bring too much attention to it, but still trying to implant other phrases, I head back in the play area for some re-training. :)

So tonight, we go to get the boys haircuts in the mall.  They are all being VERY good so Curt would take two of them to play and walk around while I would stay with whomever was getting cut.  Curt asks me when we are in the car on the way home if Brady had shown me his favorite car to "ride" in in the toy store when I had gone in with him.  I say "yes, the red one" (like a ferrari for kids).  Then Curt says "Did you hear what he was saying while he was 'driving' it?"  My eyes must have been as big as saucers because since the weekend we have BOTH been sure to keep it clean 100%.  So yes, apparently he associates driving with what has been an oft used phrase by Curt or I.  OUCH.  Kids truly do reflect your  best and worst don't they?

You can probably guess that Curt and I debated over whether to share this story or not in this venue.  I said it was 1) the truth and 2) maybe we needed some additional public shaming to make sure we clean it up around the kids.  Curt sort of felt like it might be truthful, but the painful kind.  I still really feel like this blog is more for me and the boys eventually than anything else, so I figure when they get old enough to read it and understand, they will have a good laugh at mom and dad's expense. :)

In other news we have made the switch to the big boy beds!  Friday morning the boys found that we had put them together in the guest room and were SO EXCITED they wanted them in their rooms with all of the beds made up RIGHT THEN!  So before breakfast we move the beds into their room with the cribs still in place and the beds next to the cribs.  They practiced laying in them and checking out the new sheets and covers and are SO PUMPED.  We also got a clock for their room with numbers so we could give them clues about when they are allowed to get out of bed, etc.  For nap time, all went down and were SO EXCITED to be in big boy beds.  We had told them if they didn't stay in the beds we would have to put them back in their cribs to sleep and after Aidan made himself known to be running around the room after an hour, that is just what happened.  Curt gave him a warning and 5 minutes later he was up and running around again.  Curt goes in and plops him in his crib and he proceeds to CRY.  He eventually falls asleep and Brady and Gavin DO NOT BUDGE from their beds. :) They do a great job for that nap, for bed time and even getting up in the mornings - we can hear them chattering but not running around until we go in at 630.  Until this morning.

Gavin had been singing by 550 AM, but otherwise was pretty quiet.  When my alarm wet off at 615AM i thought i heard pounding little feet (when they are hobbit feet, that's just what it sounds like).  I crack their door to see Gavin IN bed with Aidan and they are just giggling like crazy.  Brady is still in his bed like a good boy.  I open the door wider and give the meanest face I can even though my heart is just MELTING at the sight of these boys, I point at Gavin, then point at his bed.  He slowly gets out of Aidan's bed and then jumps in his bed.  15 mins later, I go back in to get them up and Gavin is still laying in bed with his feet hanging over the edge and Aidan and Brady have also stayed in bed.  So hysterical. :)  We did hear that Gavin and Aidan had to be put back in cribs for nap today.  Hopefully we can get the good habits to sink in this week - there is a woman here who is having twins in early July and she plans to buy them! :)  YEAH!

Evolution of a Black Eye

Aidan's Black Eye - 2 days in

Day 3

Day 4

No black eye - Brady and puppy didn't want to be left out of having pictures taken. :)

Daddy tickles Gavin - if only you could have heard the giggles from both of them.  :)

Day 5 of the black eye.  Stitches come out tomorrow!

Table Edge:1, Aidan:0

Well, this is one of those days where I count reason number 452 as to why i'm happy about being a SAHM in 3 weeks (from today BTW).  SO, after a LONG ASS week of work (including 1 trip to the ER for brady - no stitches in his lip, but a nasty cut and a follow up with a dentist, curt taking 2 trips to try to get his Qatari ID replaced after he lost it, 2 vaccinations for each the 3 boys (BTW it SUCKS to have to hold people still for 6 shots) and trying to wind up the last 4 years of work so I can leave with a clear conscience) we didn't have ANYTHING for dinner.  Sure, we could have probably done pasta and red sauce, but that jsut didn't sound good.  So we decide to play it loose and drive to mega mart to see if we could get the "good" fish sticks LuLu has quit carrying.  TH eboys were in a great mood, helping out with the shopping and we hit the mother load on fish sticks.

Of course they take awhile to cook, so while I was cutting up watermelon and curt was readying gavn's breathign treatment, they were getting squirrely.  Curt sees that Gavin has DRENCHED his t-shirt by drinkign water and then spitting it on himself, but did not notice that it was also on the tile floor by the couch.  Brady and Aidan had begun chasing each other around the room with oven mitts and I thought to myself, "Maybe we should just put them in their chairs and get the veggies and watermelon for them to start eating since we still have another 10 minutes."  But i didn't.  Curt began gavin's breathing treatment and the next thing I know i hear THE CRY.  Curt calls me in as I am already halfway out of the kitchen to see Aidan laying completely still on the ground, having slipped on the water Gavin had spit on the floor.  OUCH on the back of the head.  Then I see he is bleeding from JUST below his left eye (where he had hit the corner of the coffee table on the way down) and I kind of freak out. 

Long story short, I am entirely short tempered with Brady who is yelling things like "He's not bleeding!" (just after I say to Curt "He's bleeding near his eye") or "He doesn't want to lay there!" (as I lay him on the couch). We are applying pressure and after a minute or so has gone by i check it and see that it is pretty deep and is almost 100% likely in need of stitches.  Because i'm becoming a little unglued, Curt offers to take him to the ER, and I let him.  Brady is VERY sad to see dad and Aidan go and it only takes about 20 minutes for him to settle down.  The 3 of us have some dinner (though no one is really in the mood) and talk about what happened.  Curt calls about a half hour later and shares that Aidan got stitches.  WE talk with him on speaker phone with Brady sweetly repeating "I love you Aidan! I hope you feel better Aidan!, etc" and Gavin dancing around in the background with his shirt off (b/c it was soaked).

I get the boys up to bed and they are being SOOO good!  B/c gavin's breathing treatment was interrupted, once he is in PJs i have him wear the nebulizer while he reads a book and I change Brady.  Then we read a couple of books and when I ask "Are you boys ready for bed?" Brady says, "Yes." with a sigh.  Off to bed they go and they are SACKED Out by the tiem Aidan and dad get home.  Aidan eats a decent dinner and then gets to bed nearly 2 hours after bed time. Curt and I feel like we have been through the ringer.  In my mind, were we not BOTH so completely exhausted with work, we would have had plans for dinner at the usual time and the boys wouldn't have been trying to entertain themselves leading to the slip and slide of death . . . Of course, there are lots of what if's and if only's when stuff like this happens.  I'm sure there will be pictures to follow this post once we get the bandage off . . .