First problem - Ares was loud, so I told him that if he, Lukas and Connor can stay out of the room while the consultant was talking, I'd give them a brownie when she was done. I put the boys on the island with a brownie when she was done (and they did as I asked). I forgot that I had a ton of different kinds of candy all sorted into nice bowls. I went back to see how the boys were doing, and each of them had handfuls of Skittles and Starburst wrappers all over the place. I can only imagine how many they ate. Eeeks!
Insert 4th boy and all hell went loose. Not that boy #4 is bad, by any means, none of the boys are, they're all very good, but I think that with the extra head in there, the boys thought of much different (read: worse) things to do.
First random phrase that made everyone stop: Let's go play now, I'm done hitting you. (Ares to Lukas)
Then, the boys were laughing hysterically upstairs, running down the steps and all around. Colt comes down the steps with white stuff in his hair (looks like the scene from Something About Mary) and says that they were fighting bad guys in the shower. So, what was in his hair? They said 'soap', but it was Ares' prescription steriod cream for his dry skin. And on the carpet, and on the floor, and on the doors (like, 5 of the doors upstairs). In fact, 2 days later, I'm putting Ares' cream on while in the spare bedroom, using it off the closet doors.
The toy room looks like a bomb went off, really, everything was on the floor, EVERYTHING. I'm ready to get rid of all toys, ALL. TOYS. (Can you tell I've about had it? OMG, what a disaster!!) **update, I've already put all duplo blocks in storage, along with a Thomas track. I have a box of 'get rid of crap' that I'll put out for free at our next garage sale.
***setting the scene***
Boy 1 - loves to play with tool sets, carries a toy hammer or drill around everywhere (Lukas)
Boy 2 - loves sports. Baseball, football, it doesn't matter (Colt)
Boy 3 - loves to be in the center of attention (Ares)
The three boys (the three older ones, not Connor, who was playing nicely by himself) were all swarming around our floor lamp, crawling behind the chair, on the chair, around the chair, when, you guessed it *crash*. The lamp falls and breaks (not the bulb though). Boy #2 runs away, Boy #1 starts picking up things to try and fix it. Boy #3 stands up, puts his arm in the air, and assures everyone 'I'm OK!!' Hahahaha!! Wow, do their personalities shine through.
Oh, so the boys were quiet again, later until Lukas came up the stairs saying that someone hit him with a ball. So we go downstairs, and Ares has a Santa sign (that stakes into the ground outside) and a ball in his hand. A genius way to play baseball without the proper equipment. They said they were trying to dress up, but then they say how they decorated the basement. Yes, they did. They pulled down all of the Luau boxes, and the Christmas ornament box and 'decorated' the basement with Christmas ornaments. Really, they did. Ornaments hanging from the treadmill, from the penguin christmas decoration, but there are lots of broken ornaments. Lots. Of. Broken. Ornaments. There was a lone Halloween costume waaaaay up in the closet, untouched, no doubt the cause of all boxes on the ground. How no one got glass in their hands/feet is unbelievable.
Thanks to Chrissy and Sarah for helping me clean up. It's still a disaster, but at least the ornaments that are still in tact are put away. The next day, I was telling the story, and Ares interrupted me, saying that they didn't take ALL of the ornaments out, 'because some were stuck'.
Can we say 'exhausted'?
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| Most of the broken ornaments are underneath the inflatable tiki god, |
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| But the boys were right, they did decorate. And they were SOO proud of themselves. *sigh* |
