Why, Oh Why?

Here is the question:

Why is it that after a full day, no nap, clean pj's, books, new diaper, and full belly from dinner is Tanner still awake in his bed S.C.R.E.A.M.I.N.G. bloody murder? This kid is developing a penchant for nightlife after the rock solid 8:00pm bedtime he and his brother have always known. I must admit I'm stumped. He's been doing this at bedtime for a week or so now. John and I have been letting him get back up and play for another 30 minutes or so and I'm going to bet that we've helped create the monster that is going bonkers down the hall right now. Well, school starts Monday and this has to stop, so I guess it's time to break out the tough love and let him cry it out. Sounds like he's thrown his pacifier across the room from the volume of his protests now, so maybe I'll go peek. Maybe I'll just finish this post and by then he'll be asleep.



Ryan has been on a roll lately with the comedy. Tonight as we were coming upstairs to go to bed I casually mentioned that my legs hurt and that I was tired. Ryan, ahead of me on the stairs, flatly replys, without even turning around to look at me, "speak for yourself". Um, can I see some ID because the last time I checked, you were only 4 years old? He's tired tonight but quite happy to hit the hay because John left for his annual fishing trip to Alaska this morning and Ryan gets to fill in the empty place on Daddy's side of our bed. He's sound asleep over there despite the Olympics on TV and his brother's continued rampage. Wish I could sleep like that. Perhaps if I had run around all day long, almost nonstop except for the time I was firmly strapped into my carseat, I would be feeling too pooped to participate also. All day long Ryan had this monotone, robot voice that he insisted on speaking to me with. Me-"would you like some milk?".
Ryan-"Yes.Please.May.I.Have.Some.Milk.And.Also.Some.Space.Cheese.Or.Maybe.A.Cookie."
Me-"What are you doing with my purse?". Ryan-"This.Is.Not.A.Purse.This.Is.My.Space.Control.Ship.And.I'm.Leaving.This.Planet.And.Going.Somewhere.That.Has.Cookies."
Me-"Did you wash your hands after you went potty?". Ryan-"I.Don't.Have.Hands.I.Have.Tentacles.And.Yes.I.Washed.Them."

I'm sure you're getting the idea. Hopefully I'll have Ryan back tomorrow and Robo-Ryan will have stayed on the planet with all of the cookies.



So aside from all of that fun today, the long awaited, much anticipated remodel in John's office and office bathroom began today! Yippee. I made some before pictures earlier but haven't been back in there with the camera since they ripped down all of the paneling, shoe molding, baseboards, and crown molding. They will be back with the electrician in the morning to do something. If he told me what, I don't remember. Just let me know when I can decorate! That's what I really care about. I'll post some pictures tomorrow night.

Baby #3 has been busy. Perhaps he or she has been inspired by the likes of Shawn Johnson or Michael Phelps. Whatever the motivation, this kid has some energy to burn! I think there must be a disco ball inside my uterus because it certainly seems like the party is goin' on from about 8pm until 8am. Seriously, I love it. My last peri visit went well. I go to the OB next Monday and back to the peri in 2 weeks. Because I'm old, have hypothyroidism, and high blood pressure, I get to see my baby on the sono screen every four weeks throughout the pregnancy. So far so good.



Well, Tanner has either choked to death on his own tears or he gave up and fell asleep. I'll go check.

Phew. He's asleep. And breathing. And soaking wet with sweat. Poor little dude! Tomorrow I'm taking the boys up to a miniature animal farm/petting zoo for a little field trip. I'm tired of the zoo, aquarium, and our own back yard. Time for a change of scenery. So, with that, I bid you goodnight in the lingual stylings of my oldest, red headed son:

Have.A.Good.Night.And.Check.Back.Soon.For.More.Space.Stories.Before.School.Starts.Monday!!!

Gotta love these crazy kids!!!