KID'S ARE IN BED, BOOYA!
Ok. So, mucho excite about how I handled the kiddies today. There were a couple temper tantrums, a dish broke (which is what I get for being nosy and trying to put the dishes in the dishwasher away and letting the kids help me, I suppose), and the kids mostly wanted candy and danimal's, but it's like saintly-hood in comparison to my nephew who, I swear, is the worst devil child out there.
He has more temper tantrum's than you can imagine and, if he can help it, someone WILL get hurt.
But the majority of the time was spent playing Call of Duty, watching movies, eating Mac & Cheese, giving piggy back rides until my back hurt major shiz, bouncing them on my knees, tickle fights, and general happy fun tiemz. I diffused the majority of temper tantrum's by talking softly for a couple minutes to them, then walking away. Super Nanny style. I swear, the woman works wonders.
Joe, the middle child, was the worst, and even then it wasn't too bad. He wanted a danimal's before dinner and I refused, saying it would be his dessert and I already gave him candy, so he went on to whine about how he hated Mac & Cheese and all. I walked away to him screaming in the background, helped Raymond with Netflix, gave Caroline a bit attention, then went and made the food. Not even half way through, Joe asked me if it was alright if he ate two bites. I bargained four, he agreed...and then ate the entire plate. I was very proud.
All the kids finished dinner and we went to watch Star Trek and have tickle fights and general love fest. The kids were allowed two cookies each, danimal's, and a banana. Precious little monkey's, they were.
Bedtime is eight thirty but, knowing kids, I decided to try and get them to start bedtime a bit earlier at eight. Caroline, who already had bags under her eyes and was quieter than before, went to bed herself with a little crying and a tearful 'night night'. It was adorabibble.
The boy's were a little tougher. I finally bargained that they could watch TV for thirty minutes (see? I ish sneakziez) before they had to go to bed. When I went back in, Joe was sound asleep, and Raymond tried to convince me that his parents let him stay up and watch TV. I turned the TV off, told him that his mom and dad told me bedtime was at eight thirty, and that I was powerless over everything. I closed the door, went outside and stood for a moment to make sure the TV wouldn't be turned back on. I heard him say "those guys are so mean..." before all was silent. I'm near positive he's asleep now.
But a little while ago freaked me out. I kept hearing this high pitched whistle, kinda like a tea kettle going off, but it was faint...if that makes sense. I would go close to where it was and there would be no sound whatsoever. I checked on the kids and there was nothing. I chalked it up to me being a dork, but I still am occasionally hearing the sound. It's either very short bursts or a very long one that goes away when I come near it. It's extremely strange....
I'm fairly certain I'm just hearing things, but who knows.
Anyways, I've been half-browsing LJ for the past thirty minutes and can I just say....I MISS YOU GUYS! D: Holy crap, where have I been?! Y'all have been crazy without me and now I feel horrendous. I'mma try and be better about the whole disappearing act, but it's tough sometimes trying to balance everything. I'm actually becoming somewhat social outside of the interwebs, which is a new thing for me, really. About three years ago, there's no way I'd ever be babysitting or have as many people around me, loving me, as I do now. It's been mindblowing these past two months, seeing so many people come around me.
Heh. My birthday, last month, I had expected to just spend with my family watching that movie, Red, which I had wanted to see the moment I heard it was coming out (oh, Karl Urban, you smexy beast....). In the end, I had a friend make the party 'official' and we went out for sushi, the movie, and frozen yogurt at the end of it all. I can happily declare it one of the better birthdays I've had....though I'm not sure it tops my three days at Disneyland that one time. I mean, how can one beat out the happiest place on earth?
But yeah. Things are shiny over here. I'm feeling much better about the You Know Who Liking You Know Who Else situation as well. I mean, I'm still devastated, but things haven't changed in the least. He hasn't mentioned her since last Sunday, I gave him a belated birthday present (a mix CD, actually. God knows what I was thinking, but he seems to have liked it...but who can go wrong with Apocalypse Please and Time Is Running Out, right Olgs?), and the girl he may or may not like who is also the dearest of friends gave me this huge, long hug the moment we stood close enough for her to grab me. It was awesome.
We also had movie night that night. Saw Secondhand Lions. Seen it before, but it's an awesome movie. So sad and yet so humorous all at the same time. I almost wish I was a guy so I could get the What Every Boy Needs To Know To Become A Man speech...
My foot's asleep, so I'mma shut up.
He has more temper tantrum's than you can imagine and, if he can help it, someone WILL get hurt.
But the majority of the time was spent playing Call of Duty, watching movies, eating Mac & Cheese, giving piggy back rides until my back hurt major shiz, bouncing them on my knees, tickle fights, and general happy fun tiemz. I diffused the majority of temper tantrum's by talking softly for a couple minutes to them, then walking away. Super Nanny style. I swear, the woman works wonders.
Joe, the middle child, was the worst, and even then it wasn't too bad. He wanted a danimal's before dinner and I refused, saying it would be his dessert and I already gave him candy, so he went on to whine about how he hated Mac & Cheese and all. I walked away to him screaming in the background, helped Raymond with Netflix, gave Caroline a bit attention, then went and made the food. Not even half way through, Joe asked me if it was alright if he ate two bites. I bargained four, he agreed...and then ate the entire plate. I was very proud.
All the kids finished dinner and we went to watch Star Trek and have tickle fights and general love fest. The kids were allowed two cookies each, danimal's, and a banana. Precious little monkey's, they were.
Bedtime is eight thirty but, knowing kids, I decided to try and get them to start bedtime a bit earlier at eight. Caroline, who already had bags under her eyes and was quieter than before, went to bed herself with a little crying and a tearful 'night night'. It was adorabibble.
The boy's were a little tougher. I finally bargained that they could watch TV for thirty minutes (see? I ish sneakziez) before they had to go to bed. When I went back in, Joe was sound asleep, and Raymond tried to convince me that his parents let him stay up and watch TV. I turned the TV off, told him that his mom and dad told me bedtime was at eight thirty, and that I was powerless over everything. I closed the door, went outside and stood for a moment to make sure the TV wouldn't be turned back on. I heard him say "those guys are so mean..." before all was silent. I'm near positive he's asleep now.
But a little while ago freaked me out. I kept hearing this high pitched whistle, kinda like a tea kettle going off, but it was faint...if that makes sense. I would go close to where it was and there would be no sound whatsoever. I checked on the kids and there was nothing. I chalked it up to me being a dork, but I still am occasionally hearing the sound. It's either very short bursts or a very long one that goes away when I come near it. It's extremely strange....
I'm fairly certain I'm just hearing things, but who knows.
Anyways, I've been half-browsing LJ for the past thirty minutes and can I just say....I MISS YOU GUYS! D: Holy crap, where have I been?! Y'all have been crazy without me and now I feel horrendous. I'mma try and be better about the whole disappearing act, but it's tough sometimes trying to balance everything. I'm actually becoming somewhat social outside of the interwebs, which is a new thing for me, really. About three years ago, there's no way I'd ever be babysitting or have as many people around me, loving me, as I do now. It's been mindblowing these past two months, seeing so many people come around me.
Heh. My birthday, last month, I had expected to just spend with my family watching that movie, Red, which I had wanted to see the moment I heard it was coming out (oh, Karl Urban, you smexy beast....). In the end, I had a friend make the party 'official' and we went out for sushi, the movie, and frozen yogurt at the end of it all. I can happily declare it one of the better birthdays I've had....though I'm not sure it tops my three days at Disneyland that one time. I mean, how can one beat out the happiest place on earth?
But yeah. Things are shiny over here. I'm feeling much better about the You Know Who Liking You Know Who Else situation as well. I mean, I'm still devastated, but things haven't changed in the least. He hasn't mentioned her since last Sunday, I gave him a belated birthday present (a mix CD, actually. God knows what I was thinking, but he seems to have liked it...but who can go wrong with Apocalypse Please and Time Is Running Out, right Olgs?), and the girl he may or may not like who is also the dearest of friends gave me this huge, long hug the moment we stood close enough for her to grab me. It was awesome.
We also had movie night that night. Saw Secondhand Lions. Seen it before, but it's an awesome movie. So sad and yet so humorous all at the same time. I almost wish I was a guy so I could get the What Every Boy Needs To Know To Become A Man speech...
My foot's asleep, so I'mma shut up.