I love my boys. I truly do. I could never imagine life without their sweet little voices singing out loud at the top of their lungs or their funny giggles or even their little tiffs that they have with each other. What I really love about them, though, is that they provide me with some really good stories that I can entertain you all with.
When Ben and Caleb start getting too rowdy in the house, I act on my grandpa's advice and send them outside. You can run and jump and scream as much as you want... OUT of the house! Usually they stay on the back deck, which is good, because then I don't have to go out there with them. If they choose to go down to the yard, I have a hard time letting them go by themselves because I can't see what's going on and God forbid they get abducted or something.
So the other day they were getting a little rowdy (ok, a LOT rowdy), and I sent them out, and out they scooted as Scott stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes and I sat at the kitchen table feeding my daycare baby. Scott and I took full advantage of a pretty much quiet house and started chatting about our days and our plans for the week. It was nice. Heavenly. And a much needed moment for us, as it feels like with two very chatty little boys we can hardly ever get a word in with each other.
Suddenly, Scott looked out the window, and said "Is that...? Is..? HE IS! BEN JUST POOPED ON THE DECK! OHHHHHHHHH! AND BEAU IS EATING IT!!!!!!!!"
Time stood still for a minute.
Then I got up and went to the door to find that yes, indeed, Beau (the dog) was licking his lips as Ben stood there with his pants around his ankles. Caleb was squatting down next to Ben, pointing to the area where he had just pooped on the deck (?!), saying "Ben poop. Beau eat it," over and over again.
We quickly ushered Ben into the house, where he admitted that he did, indeed, poop on the deck. Apparently he just couldn't hold it in anymore and decided to drop his pants right there and do his business. On a side note, Ben has a long history of being constipated (sorry, buddy), and had tried to go several times that day but nothing happened. I'm sure that when he felt that urge again, he dismissed it, thinking nothing would happen again.
Scott took Ben into the bathroom to clean him up, and I sat back down to finish feeding the baby, completely oblivious to what Caleb was doing next to me. When I heard a splash, I looked over, and realized that he had taken an old cup with dried milk in it from lunchtime off the table and was using it to scoop water out of the dog's dish and drink it.
I think the two of them had a meeting when we sent them outside and said "Let's see how much we can gross Mom out today. That'll teach her for sending us outside!"