Thursday, April 7, 2016

lost boys


It's been a vision of mine for a long time that when the boys were older they would want to bring their friends to our house to hang out and eat us out of house and home. My logical side figures if I want that to be the case then I should probably start with the play dates now and surprise surprise we currently run out of fruit snacks and Goldfish crackers before you can say some sort of bodily function.   

Aaaand here's a confession. Having lots of really young, really energetic, really loud boys in the house isn't exactly my fave. I know it's so good and important and man am I selfish, but the multiple play dates a week at our house sometimes make me like it's a circus. And who doesn't love the circus?! ;) But. It's important to me for the boys sake so we keep the elephant's marching. Errrrrrrrday. It's all about the big picture am I right?


Okay, let's cut to the fun stuff.

I believe Tuesday afternoon sets the stage nicely and should give you an idea of just how lively our playdates can be when I was in the mood to do something, "fun and spontaneous with the boys" and thought ice cream sounded like a nice treat and so....we found ourselves invading Freddy's ice cream shop.

All five of them plus me.

Lil' charmers. Especially stoic Beckett. He's not easy to impress. 


Getting to this point involved a barbershop quartet of bodily function sound effects. It was close to a Handel's Messiah of farts.


I was a real dictator about the boys sitting and waiting for me to get all the treats to the table (and to snap a pic) before letting them partake. Because I trust the boys about 0% when it comes to food in an uncontrolled environment.

Allow the following pictures to demonstrate why:



It's a real monkey see - monkey do set up.



The glorious miracle that graced our outing was when the whole police force showed up to instill the fear of authority into the boys. Just kidding they came to enjoy some good food as the totally deserve.


But maybe I did mention a few times that the police could, maybe, possibly put them in a time out if they threw one more french fry. Because I'm not opposed to taking advantage of a little intimidation style discipline when it pulls up in a squad car. And then when Rad ran into the men's room and a rugged policeman needed to go in and pull him out...it just bolstered my case. 

 Post ice cream and french fries I loaded them all up and set up camp at the nearest park to wait for Jake to get home from work so that we might transfer the parental duties and power as soon as humanly possible. My heart and its generosity knows no bounds. 


And he was treated like kid royalty upon his arrival.



Happy memories and heart emojis abounding.













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Thursday, March 31, 2016

Rhett and Rad chat



Watching his dad cook bacon:

Rhett: It's lookin' and hot and ready to rock!"

Letting a very enthusiastic Ben out in the morning:

Rhett: BEN! You have to stop running to go pee!
Rhett: Watch Rad!
Rad: Pees in the grass.

Assuming the role of master, commander and trainer of his little brother:

Rad: Beck. Sit!
Rad: Beck. Stay!
Rad: Beck. Leave it!
Rad: Who's a good boy!

Putting toys back in the playroom:

Julia: Hey buddy. What are you playing?
Rhett: Wellll mom. I don't think you'd understand.
Julia:
Rhett: Because you're from an old generation.

Discovering the deceit of Saturday morning breakfasts:

Rhett: (takes a bite of his muffin) MOM.
Julia:
Rhett: This is NOT a cupcake.
Julia: mmmm...
Rhett: This is a MUFFIN.
Julia:
Rhett: You've LIED to me. A LOT.
Rhett: SHAME ON YOU MOM!

Recounting the weekend at bedtime:

Rhett: Mom, was it shots or arrows we went to last night?
Julia: ?....Oh! You mean Target?
Rhett: Yes! Target!

On a Thursday: 

Rhett: Why doesn’t Beck talk yet?
Julia: He’s just a baby.
Rhett: Is he just lazy?

Watching me get ready in the morning:

Rhett: Why do you have so many nipples on your face?
Julia: Eh?
Rhett: Those big red nipples.
Julia: You mean pimples?
Rhett: That's what I said!

Getting onto the couch and grabbing a blanket:

Julia: Ew. Why is this wet?
Rad: Oh. Dat's is where I'm putting my spit!
Julia: That's it. I quit.

Encouragement from my potty trainee in a public restroom:

Rad: You’re doing it Momma! Dat's great Momma!
Rad: You peed in the potty! HIGH FIVEs Momma!!!

4:32PM in the backyard:

Julia: New rule! We don't put our naked butts in people's FACES!
Rhett: Old rule...we don't say butts!
Rad: Timeout mom!



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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

in which we sing happy birthday to the Easter Bunny

I had grand ambitions to really pump up the spiritual side of Easter with the boys this year and for once I feel like I actually did a better than mediocre job at accomplishing that. For once! These videos (1, 2, 3, 4) were a great resource in helping boost my spiritual instruction and Jake is always the best at reading scriptures with the boys.  

So on Easter morning when Rad kept belting out"happy birthday dear Easter Bunny!" and Rhett corrected him to sing "happy birthday to Jesus!!" I considered it a notable achievement. 

And because they both thought it was someone's birthday they assumed they should be the beneficiaries of some gifting. Hashtag - kid logic.

Some hastily written clues hidden in eggs led the boys to their loot. Rhett can read pretty well now so he assumed the role as super sleuth and because this was high stakes sleuthing he enrolled Rad as his side kick and insisted Ben smell every clue in order to get a leg up on finding the Easter goodies.  






As you can deduct I didn't even think to purchase Easter baskets, toys, candy, eggs, or anything at all for Beck for Easter morning because he is way too young to know and care and um...I'm a mean parent. But we did graciously let him chew on every plastic Easter egg he could get his hands on. So he was pacified.


Our church meetings don't start till noon and even though we have ample time every Sunday morning we are still always racing to make it to the sacrament in time (Our stats are about 50/50 right now....errrr.) So in honor of the sacredness of Easter Sunday we were determined not to be late. However. Despite doing two things we never ever ever do: 1. setting out the kids' clothing the night before 2. setting an alarm and YET we were still tardier than usual. Way to be, Millers. But we still got to take the sacrament, so yet another notable achievement for Easter Sunday.

After church we took some super successful family photos (thanks Andrea!) in front of the church doors because ambiance...



And then finally a super sweet framer of the the family.


With all the religious observance and picture taking, the boys were very concerned that the Easter Bunny had forgotten all about us as his mean parents made everyone wait to hunt sugar until after church.





This was the first year that we didn't have to explain the complicated rules of pick up the egg and put it in your basket and yes, you can have more than one egg in your basket at a time and yes, there is candy in every single egg. The only rule that need reiterating was that no one could monopolize all the goodies even if you were the oldest/fastest/loudest/only girl.


But they eventually all reigned victorious and were VERY proud of their findings.

All in all...a very successful day, I'd say.

I hope YOU all had a very Happy Easter and that you were able to spend the day with loved or liked ones. Happy Easter (Tuesday)!



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Monday, March 28, 2016

worlds of fun



Spring Break 2016 is well under way, all two and a half full weeks of it. Even though Rhett is only gone from 11-4 every day and that Rad only goes to play school two mornings a week, it makes a world of difference having them home. Most days it makes the cozy and fun kind of difference, but two and a half weeks off means eventually we are alllll craving our usual structure like the wild and free spirits that we Millers tend to be.

Even after hitting up San Diego, parks and playgrounds on the daily, plus play dates by the truck load I realized that we were about to take another trip 

Destination: Crazytown,
Population: Julia and ducklings Miller

Thankfully our awesome town came to the rescue with (free!) entertainment aplenty which provided a pretty darn fantastic family outing. 


Believe it or not I only lost Rad once in the masses. He felt compelled to follow the Easter Bunny character away from his mother's apron strings. A kind grandmotherly figure found him and I heard over the loud speaker. "Will the mother of BRAD MILLER please come to the DJ booth? The mother of BRAD MILLER?"


Never leave me again Brad.

Below: Lots of pictures each worth a 1000 words. But no additional words added. Yay brevity!

























Happy Monday!

Haaaaaave a good one.

Extra a's for fun. ;)

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