The Bewitching Hour

So at our house we refer to dinner time as "the bewitching hour".  It's starts around 4 and doesn't end until around 6.  (Yes I realize this is actually 2 hours, not just one.)  This is the time when all hell breaks loose each and every day without fail. 

Today Wyatt had his first homework assignment.  So he gets home from school and wants to relax and watch a little TV.  (This was my first mistake.)  "Ok. But when that's over you need to do your homework."  So around 4pm we start his homework.  He fake cries through almost the whole thing.  The only time he doesn't is when he's bouncing his ball and catching it.  (Yes - This is homework..?.?.) 

Then there's Riley who is sitting next to him trying to do his homework for him.  "Here Wyatt, do you want me to just do it for you?" 

We can't forget about Ben who is suddenly starving.  So we get him a yogurt.  To stop Riley from doing Wyatt's homework I ask her to help Ben eat his yogurt.  WELL....  We all get distracted helping Wyatt with his homework and look over at Ben who is drinking his yogurt.  He's got it all over his face, pajamas, and highchair.

Of course we can't ignore poor Collin who is laying on the floor in the living room crying because he wants mom's attention too.   I help Wyatt finish his homework, clean Ben up, and go to the living room.  Great!  Collin stinks.  Grab a diaper and the wipes.  Lay him on the living room floor.  (Yes that's right - the floor.  By the fourth kid you don't even have a changing table anymore.  Where ever you can catch them and get them to lay down is where you change them.)  Open up the diaper and that's when the Ass-splotion starts.  He's like a frikin' Play-Doh machine.  It just keeps coming and coming.  "RILEY - GET ME ANOTHER DIAPER.  HELP. HELP."  "GET ME THE FLOOR CLEANER.  THERE'S POOP ON THE FLOOR.  HELP. HELP."  Poop is everywhere.  He finally stops so I can clean him up and the floor.  I feed him a little more bottle and he goes right to sleep.  Eat, Sleep, and Poop.  That really is all they do.

I make dinner and as I'm calling the kids Riley comes in crying with her tongue bleeding.  What the heck!  She bit her tongue or something and now can't eat.  Really?!?!  Now she would would like a nice hot bath to relax in so she can soak her tongue.  Whatever... 

By now it's past 6pm.  The bewitching hour is over.  Thank God!  Not sure how much more I can take.  Let's put these kids to bed and call it a night!!!

Movie Theatre Date Rules

Rules to going on a Movie Theatre Date according to Wyatt

• Things you are allowed to do.
• hug
• blow kisses
• bring stuffed animal dogs
• girls can eat waffles

• Things you are NOT allowed to do.
• kiss
• kiss on the cheek
• bring real dogs
• bring toys
• sleep in the theatre
• eat waffles if you are a little boy 

If you are caught doing anything on the "Not Allowed" list you will be kicked out! 

Now we are ready to go and see The Lion King 3D.

FIRE! FIRE!

OK.  So maybe the title is a little dramatic.  It was a small camp fire in the neighbors tree that landed on the power line which runs between our yards. 

First we get Riley and Wyatt off to school.  Then Ben wants to play in the backyard.  Sure - Why not.  We're sitting on the deck and I look up to see smoke coming from the trees.  Thankfully Collin fell asleep and actually let me lay him in his bed for once.  Then (brainiac me) decides to take care of this myself and I go get the hose.  Well... We have no water pressure so it didn't work.  (good thing too since I wasn't thinking of "you don't put water on an electrical fire").  So I decide to call 911.  The fire department comes out.  My neighbors come over.  (Finally met our neighbor Nancy across the street for the 1st time in 8 years.  Nice lady.)  AND The fire department does nothing except for call Com Ed.  I thought they at least cut the power, but no.  The Com Ed guy told me they don't do anything.  The fire in the trees just went out on its own.  So now the Com Ed guy is sitting in his truck in front of my house waiting for the tree trimmers to come out. 

In between  the fire department leaving and Com Ed coming out the neighbor from behind us comes over.  She tells me that her son (the guy who was mowing the lawn and I told the fire department is coming) tells her that the lady with the daycare called the fire department.  I corrected her and told her, "No.  We just have a lot of kids."

You want to know what thought kept popping in my head every time I was talking to the neighbors, the firemen, and the Com Ed guy.  "I still haven't brushed my teeth.  Gross."  Now I'm going to be known to the neighborhood as the smelly daycare lady.  Great!

Don't worry I did get a chance to brush them before writing this blog just in case any of you out there have smell-o-vision.

P.S.  Riley and Wyatt sure will be bummed when they find out they missed the firemen in our backyard.