Brothers

The other day I came into the family room and found my boys sitting together in the chair. It was sweet. I love the the brotherly bond that Owen and Keyton share. Owen is full of smiles when his brother plays with him. It is not too often, Owen is content sitting with someone for more than a few seconds, so I had to grab the camera fast.

Halee has an ear ache, I am going to make this short. Hal refuses to take medicine, she would rather cry and feel pain than taste Motrin or Tylenol. I think this night might be a LONG night.

Hockey

Hockey has begun. Yes indeey--we have been going non-stop. I knew since the day I found out that I was having a boy (eight years ago) that he would be a hockey player.

The other day when Keyton had hockey practice, I had to go into the boy's locker room to help him get his skates on--I almost gagged myself into a coma-- as the locker room smelled SO bad. I don't know too much about the sport of hockey to be honest. This is Keyton's third year, and I still feel clueless, even though I am the one who consistently takes Keyton to all of his hockey practices since his dad travels for work. Hopefully, as the years go by, I will understand the game and all of the work that goes along with being a "hockey mom". I am not like Sarah Palin---that woman thinks hockey mom's are like pit bulls---I don't feel very pit bully yet.

I have a hard time with people who use racist comments. I know that sounds stupid, as people SHOULD be uncomfortable with racist remarks. I especially have a hard time when people assume that the way they feel about a particular group of people, is the way I feel as well. I am not okay with people calling other people names, period. I don't think it is fair and I don't understand why people feel that they are better than another because of their race or any other factor in their lives. I like diversity. I am more comfortable around it than not. To hear people comment on the color of an other's skin or comment on any other factor that makes someone else different (then they are) in a way that is negative, makes me sad, mad, annoyed, and agitated. I am determined to teach my children not to pass judgement on another person, simply because that person is different than they are.

Where did October Go?

This month has flown by. I mean really--time slow down already!

Halloween was fun. Owen started to walk the day before Halloween. He is comical to watch. He is naughty though. He is going to keep me on my toes. He likes to climb. Hal and Keyton were not climbers--as in they didn't climb on to counter tops and such. Owen likes to climb on to the counter tops and turn on water facets. He also throws a fit every SINGLE time I change his diaper. He bites--still, and it hurts. Owen bites me and then laughs like it is the funniest thing in the world. I scold him, I say, "Owen no biting!", but he continues to laugh and my scolding only makes him want to bite me harder. Not sure how to handle this one people? Not sure. I try to ignore it---but he comes at me from all sides, with a grin that is hard to not smile at. He is cute. Too cute. I am in trouble.

Keyton started hockey. Hal is loving dance. I am missing my husband.

I have been babysitting. Last week, I babysat two babies--a five-month-old and a one-year-old. That was a challenging day. Two of the three babies needed baths, because they had messed their pants so badly. One had poo all the way up to the top of her head. I knew it was going to be an interesting day, when one of the dads told me "good luck." before he had left---I think this daddy knew what I was in store for. It was all worth it though. I love watching my friend's children grow up. I remember times with these parents before we had children, and it is funny to see us in these new roles as parents ourselves. In fact, the best part about moving home, is getting to watch childhood friends of mine with their own children. It really is amazing.

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