What Break?

Spring Break.
Makes me think of Panama City Beach, FL.
Makes me think of getting a tan.
Or a sunburn.
Relaxation.
Fun.

And then reality.
Spring Break=no break.
What a joke.

This past week Noah was on "Spring Break" from preschool.  I was so excited to have him home for a whole week.  I really miss him while he is gone in the mornings.  Let's face it.  He is the closest thing I get to adult conversation on most days.  He has been affectionately nicknamed The World's Smallest 30 Year Old for good reason.  He is hilarious.  He is sweet.  He is just like me, and I kinda think its awesome.  ha!

I don't know about anyone else, but Spring Break didn't go exactly as planned for the Bruce fam.  The fantasy was much better than the reality.  Although I miss Noah so much during the day, turns out Aiden really doesn't.  Imagine that.  Instead of a great week of having fun, I spent days breaking up fights and dealing with one kid whining and pouting because his big brother was doing things he wanted to do.  It is a rare form of slow torture.  His behavior was terrible with a capital T.  So much jealousy.  And I never get to see the green monster because he gets to be the big brother for at least 4 hours 4 days a week, and that somehow makes it okay the rest of the time.  But while he is home the oldest wants to make sure we all know he is the oldest and the leader.

In between jealous rage-inducing fights, we did manage to spend some nice time in the backyard playing in the pool.  We took a few walks around the new neighborhood.  We had a fun play date with friends.  We got to go to the Science Center as a family. 

The boys can be the best of friends and the worst of enemies.  Although they like their time alone, it is interesting that after a few hours they miss each other and want to be together.  Apparently, with Noah and Aiden, absence does make the heart grow fonder.  And makes Mommy a little more sane.  Bring on school.

Nothing like...

After some consideration today of all the gross things I have witnessed/have had happen in regards to the kids in the last couple of weeks, I have decided to post a mini series entitled "Nothing Like..."    These are things that I think are best left off of facebook because there might be some who are faint of heart or stomach.

So here is your warning.  If you see those words at the beginning, and you are squeamish, just don't read any further.

Here is one.

1. There is nothing like when you have been physically exhausted from the week, and you finally lay down for a nap on a Saturday afternoon.  And then 30 minutes into the nap, when you are in a great deep sleep, you are awakened by screams of "I'm done!" coming from the bathroom.  This phrase suggesting, "I'm done pooping.  Come wipe my butt."  Not exactly the way I wanted to wake up from a much-needed nap today.

Lots Going On

So...It has been a while since the last post.  We have had a lot going on.
We closed on our new home on Monday, February 27. 
Then left for a conference in Florida on Sunday. 
It was a crazy week.  Boxes and kids EVERY.WHERE. 
We got home from Florida on Wednesday.
Then we had a flood in our house on Friday.
Now we have boxes, and kids, and fans everywhere.
Fun times.

I would love to post pictures of our new home.  But I think I am going to wait.  It looks like a disaster zone at the moment.  We had to pull up the carpet in part of the living room, rip off base boards and drill some holes in the walls.  We have industrial fans and dehumidifiers running 24/7.  Just what I always pictured.

The good news is that we have enjoyed having our own home, and the kids love their new rooms.  I am obsessed with my new stove.  And the disposal, and the microwave, and the dishwasher.  You know you are getting momified when you oogle over new appliances.  What a charmed life, huh?