Boys will be boys

I was constantly reminded this weekend that I am outnumbered in this household. Trevor wanted to make sure I know that his personality is completely different from Jack's. Although, they are still boys, and therefore both love to talk about poop. Besides that, they don't have much in common.

There were times this weekend when I felt as if I were in a commercial or parenting video. Of course, it'd be the ones where they highlight the "problem child."

It started Friday night, when we went to Barnes and Noble. I promised Jack a book. While searching for other interesting books (one being something about "Fart Powder"), Trevor is laughing and screaming and jumping/galloping around the small kids stage they have in the children's section. He even climbed on the small benches and jumped off. Then climbed up on the rails and hopped off. He was definitely entertaining himself. But that's not the best part. When we were ready to go, Trevor was having too much fun and continued to hop around the stage. I tried the "Bye, Trevor. We're leaving," thing (that ALWAYS worked with Jack). Didn't work. His response - "Bye, Mommy!" with a huge smile on his face. So I had to pick him up kicking and screaming and carry him to the line. He's learned to calm down much faster so it wasn't as embarrassing as it could have been.

Today, he took a 20 minute nap. I tried a second time and left him in his room where I assumed he had fallen asleep. About 30 minutes later, Jack says, "Mom, look." Trevor had come in the room, sat down, and started playing with his toys. He's usually grumpy/fussy when he gets up, so that was my clue that maybe it wasn't a nap after all.

You would think that going all day with such a short nap I'd end up with a moody two year old. Not the case.

While waiting in line at Walgreens, he went NUTS. He started running around Jack and me in circles -  LITERALLY - laughing hysterically the whole time. I think he did at least ten laps, then I tried to calm him down, but he did it again. And again. I can't imagine what the people behind me were thinking. I tried not to make eye contact. They gave us, or Trevor at least, plenty of space though.

That's the end of the craziness. Then there's Jack. He's had pretty much a constant fever since Tuesday night. It's been five days now. The only other symptoms he's had was a sore throat. No vomitting, headaches, nothing else. The doctor said it was just a virus. So he's missed three days of school and it's looking like it might be four. Thankfully I've only had to miss one so far (Thanks Mom!). I think it's Conor's turn tomorrow although I'd love to stay home one more day, too! I think Trevor has been sick so much lately that he is temporarily immune to illness (fingers crossed and knocking on wood as I type this). And, I think moms are immune because if we got sick, who'd take care of them? (again, knocking on wood and yes, Conor, I know you'd take good care of us)

On a brighter note, only 5 days until Spring Break!! Nothing extravagant happening as far as vacations go. But we will be celebrating my twin nieces' first birthdays. I've been busy making the invites and a birthday banner for it. I love making that stuff. I wish Jessica wanted me to make more. I'd do that any day over grading papers and typing lesson plans (which I still have to do tonight - but the banner is one step away from being completed)!  The last Saturday of the break will be spent in Surfside Beach for the annual St. Patrick's Day Parade. It gets bigger and better every year. In the past, we got an undershirt (I think it was new?), a whole bundle of beads that they forgot to undo, and coupons for free beer at the local bar. I'm looking forward to what this year will bring. Sadly, Jessica and Dusty's promise to have a float in it has again been broken. They will be out of town yet again. Yes, I know Jessica, "Next year." All this hopefully topped off with some green beer at Tookie's. Can't wait!