Peeing, biting, etc. etc.

Warning, these stories contain bodily fluids

So my call to Robby this morning; "do you want to come home and switch places?"  Or maybe that's what I said yesterday and thought today.  The kids have been on quite a roll/terror this week. It actually makes me laugh; they seriously know how to entertain. Or maybe I'm just entertained very easily. On Monday we had some friends over and a little boy, who knows better (he's three) took off his clothes and peed in Lance's crib.  His sister and Lily ran to tell me. So I wasn't super happy about that but what can you do?  So then that evening Lily tells us she's going potty and looks super mischevious, Robby even commented on it, but I didn't think much of it, until she then came into the living room and told us she and her friend had peed in Lance's room. I knew they hadn't in the morning, so I asked her if she had tonight, and she took me in and showed me where she had taken off all her clothes and peed on Lance's floor, 30 seconds previously. I was not a happy mommy and she knew it. So she cried and cried.  I later told her I was glad she'd told me what she'd done, but it was still very naughty.  She said she was sorry that she did it on purpose. You think? 

   Lance thinks he can go to the bathroom, but he never really has success. But the same morning, Monday, he had his diaper off and started peeing on the floor. I told him to stop and got him onto the toilet, and he went so I was super proud.  But then he proceeded to go more on my kitchen floor before I got a diaper back on him. sigh.

This morning I was trying to clean Lance's room, which was a mess, and Lily started screaming.  I ran in to ask her what happened and she told me, "Lance ate my heart."  "what?"  "He ate my heart." me, "Did he bite you?" Lily, "Yes."  and he had, a big bite mark on her chest. So Lance then went to time out for that, which he cried and cried about and did not want to apologize for. When I got him out of time out I told him he needed to go and say he was sorry for biting Lily, and he threw himself on the floor and screamed some more.  So I left him him there. Eventually he calmed down and told her he was sorry without me saying anything else. He likes being able to give kisses when he has to say he's sorry.

Any time he stubs a toe or does anything he wants me to kiss it better. And kiss his cars better if they get bumped. I draw the line there!  He calls Lily "Bubba." Which is quite funny since she calls him "Lancey Bubba."  He'll say things like, "Bubba sleeping." Bubba hit."  It cracks us up. If he wants to get out of doing something he puts his head on his shoulder and says, "Sleeping."  

   This afternoon, about 2 hours after I'd put him down for a nap, I was in the kitchen and saw this little blond boy walking around the corner. He'd gotten out of his crib, and opened his door, by himself!  My life as I know it is over. Luckily he likes to sleep and so hopefully even when we turn his crib into a toddler bed he'll still take naps and go to bed. As it is right now he loves sleeping on the floor. Any time at night when he wakes up we just bring him into our room or Lily's room and put him on the floor and he's just fine.

Lily loves playing on this Friend website that I have bookmarked for her, from the church magazine The Friend, which is for kids. She loves playing matching games, singing the songs, and coloring the pictures.  She also loves these videos about the temple. One has a girl who's 11 singing I love to See the Temple and talking about being excited to turn 12 to do baptisms for the dead there. On Monday I asked Lily why she liked the video and she said, "To be reverent."  I'm not sure what that meant but I'll take it. And then yesterday she turned around to me and said, "Mom, our body is a temple!"  And then today she said, "Jesus wants us to go to the temple. Can we go right now? I can go inside with you."  I took her inside the temple a few weeks ago, just right inside the doors. She thought it was pretty special, though she did say in her loudest voice, "Mom, Look!" Before I could stop her. The water that's flowing inside has lights on it that makes it look like it's on fire which she was fasinated with.

It just kills me how she takes everything so literally.  On Sunday we were coming home from a friend's house and she said, "I'm going to give you a talk.  There was a boy, David Michael, and he took his grandma's money, and flushed it down the toilet!"  Of course to her the money was literally flushed down the toilet. I talked to my friend later who said there was a talk from a Bishopric member about stealing money so I'm guessing that he must have said that in some kind of context in his talk.

I think that's all of there little moments so far this week. I'm trying to write them down so I don't forget.  They are just so much fun; I really am a lucky mom with a terrible memory, so hopefully these will help me. If you made it to the end of this you must be a relative or really, really good friend!