It’s 12:46 p.m. here in gold old Minnesooootah (that’s for Becca)

It should be nap time.

Isn’t that early? you ask.  Nope

Why?

Daylight Savings Time. (DST)

I hate you DST.

My children now think 5 am is time to get up.

Curse you DST.

moving.right.along

Does your 4 yr old take naps?

I’m hearing more and more that mine is a rare one that still does.

He goes to bed at 8:30, and is up by 6 most days. Even the days without a nap.

Don’t get me wrong, he can go without, but be afraid at about 6 pm.  He’s a BEAR.

Luke was playing next to me while I tweeted for a few moments earlier today.

I scooped him up to take him, and change his diaper.  This is with the intention of putting him to bed.

That is when I discovered what it feels like to be beaten but my toddler with a wooden train.  It hurts.

trust.me

The offending train.

I get scolded throughout changing his pants.  That is, until I made the fart noise.  Man, are boys easy or what?

A few fake farts, and we were back to normal.

I take him to bed, and ask his brother to also get into bed.

This is where it strikes me to grab a camera, and turn this into a blog post.

In the time it takes me to do so, I catch them doing this….

Strictly forbidden in our home.  We have had bloody lips and heads from that act.

I realize that Luke’s beloved blanket (mankey).

I rush downstairs, not without tripping on the one that always seems to be underfoot.   See.

While hurrying downstairs to get it, I pray they remain in bed.  But, alas, I’m too late.

The rest of the shananigans have started.  See.  This is what was out of bed, and at the top of my stairs.

Then, back to bed.  Lukey grabs his mankey, and I feel like maybe I’ll catch a break.

See.  This is usually how he looks at nap time.

Peek a boo thumb sucken boy

Even big brother is on better behavior.

I’m wrong though.

Still….they.are.playing

Now, the dog thinks she needs to join in on the action.

This is where my brain turns to this………..

Which shall I choose to make me feel better for now?  I hate being at the point where I find myself about to scream “GET IN BED”

It’s now 1:35 friends.  They are still playing around a little.

I’m trying to just move on.

This is helping out a little.  :)

Lastly… I didn’t know how to make it into an entire blog but,  Joe made dinner last night, and when asked what we were having Jack replied: “Gross Beef”  No buddy,  That’s roast beef.