Do you ever wonder what is going through your toddlers head? 'cause I do, and I personally think that mine has a little schedule that he thinks up every morning before he calls for me to come and get him. Here is a sample of what he generally cooks up.
Eat breakfast and make as big of a mess as possible. I will be completely full but ask mom for more food and then not eat any of it.
Start my path of destruction in mom and dad's room. I will knock over their shoe rack and pick out the loudest most difficult shoes for me to walk in and insist that mom secures them to my feet so that I might look fashionable for the rest of my destruction. I will then pull out all of dad's socks, pull apart the pairs and spread them through out the room.
I will make my way to Isaac's room stopping to knock over the diaper boxes mom has in the hall and pulling out one random toy from the toy box to throw as hard as I can against the wall. If I am lucky enough to get into Isaac's room I will open the closet door, turn on the night-light and put 4, no 5 monster trucks on his bed. I will get one dinosaur that is too big for me to carry and terrorize both Isaac and mom the rest of the day by whacking them with it.
Head for the kitchen, but stop at the hall closet and bang on the doors until the vein in mom's head is bulging. Once I get to the kitchen I will try to open every cupboard and drawer I can get my hands on pull out their contents and then go back through slamming them all shut again.
Time to destroy the dining room. the best I can do here is pull over every chair, I will especially aim for either Isaac or mom while doing this and therefore maximize an otherwise minimal form of destruction.
Seeing that my work in the house is done I will continue my day by bothering my brother until he snaps and punches me in the face, which I secretly think is hilarious.
Roughly 30 minutes will have passed since breakfast and so I will clearly be hungry again and it is time to demand that my mother "cook" for me.
This little guy definitely keeps us on our toes but we wouldn't trade him for anything!!
So, we moved!!!!! And in telling you this small bit of information I realized that I forgot to mention a huge bit of information. Jason switched jobs, roughly in November. He was absolutely miserable at his first job so he started putting his feelers out there to see what might be available. He didn't think he'd be able to find anything much better since most, if not all of the good jobs required 2 years experience or more. But he tried, and he found, a much better job. The only problem, it was roughly an hour away from where we lived. So he commuted for a while and it was miserable, he would go days without seeing the boys. Anyways, our lease was up with the house we were renting so we decided to move on down to where he was working. The good news, we really love this area. It was somewhere we found while exploring when we first moved to the Phoenix area and decided that we would really like to raise our children here (they have awesome schools and it's just really family friendly). So really we were excited to make the move. We initially hoped to buy but, with the market being in a state of "decline" we weren't able to get the loan we wanted, so we've moved into an apartment and are saving up for a larger down payment and thus insuring we can get the loan we want. (of course now everything has changed and we could get the loan we wanted, but we've signed a six month lease. That's OK because the market will continue to decline for at least 6 more months which means we can afford an even bigger house). So, that's about it. I hope the story made sense, I'm sure I didn't use proper grammar and punctuation but oh well.
The really funny thing though, is that Isaac loves it hear. When we were living in a house he always complained that he didn't like it and he wanted to go back to Maryland. But since moving back to an apartment he assures me that he loves it here and that this is the best house ever. Apparently he likes it when there isn't enough room to breathe. J/k it's not bad at all, it's 3 bedrooms and like 1500 sq ft. So it's actually a really nice apartment and we are happy to have a pool!!
Me - "you boys need a haircut." Isaac- "yeah, because if my hair gets really long and brown and then I get a mustache, people might call me Jesus Christ"
So I thought this was hilarious and wondered how he could come up with such a thing, but after telling my father the story he, my father, said it made sense to him. Last year he worked with a guy who had long brown hair and a mustache and they called him Jesus!!! So I guess Isaac knew what he was talking about. Do I have a smart kid or what?