Chocolate Pudding, Markers, and two small outlaws

Okay. You have to understand something, first. We have locked the boys in their bedroom every night for a long time, for their own safety and our peace of mind. Before we did this, BC would sneak out every night, and get into things he could get hurt with or hurt someone else with… Out of sheer curiosity and wanting to “experiment” and see how various things, forbidden things, work. Like matches. Yes, matches. So we started locking their door at night, because they were stealthy. And ruthless. And no other incentive or disciplinary action worked. We caught a lot of flack from a lot of people about the door-locking, and after a long time of doing this, the husband decided we should “give them a chance” and see what they do. Plus, he was tired of having to get up at random times to let Butch and Sundance out to go to the bathroom. We were hoping they would seize the opportunity to be “big boys” and show some restraint. We. Were. Wrong. At approximately 4AM ( we are basing this on the last time I was up feeding LLL, and therefore knew they were still sleeping) the outlaws…

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Just another Sunday…

Husband went fishing this morning… Herd has been wild and crazy all morning. There has been fighting over who sings “Soft Kitty”, from Big Bang Theory,the best. The icing on the cake, however, has been the Rice Cereal Incident. Apparently, while I was in LLL’s room, attempting to get her to sleep for the 3rd time (the kids kept running and knocking on her door over unimportant things… Like Sundance demanding “may I have some olives?!”.. For which they were threatened with a lifetime without toys if they didn’t sit on the couch and wait for me to finish, and to not come get me unless someone was bleeding) The Princess swiped an economy size box of rice cereal from the pantry, and dumped it all over the carpeted den floor. I swear I spend half of my day cleaning up messes… Butch Cassidy had to show me how to use one of the vacuum attachments to clean it all up. He’s finally earning his keep. Before I could even say “why didn’t one of y’all stop her?!” or “why didn’t y’all come get me ?!”, BC reminded me, “We’d have stopped her but you told us to not move…

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Welcome to the Herd

HERE IS THE UPDATED POST WITH INFO ON MY HERD!2/17/14 Updated Herd Info Hey everyone! My name is Jessica, and I’ve been married for almost seven years to an amazing man, the Husband. I’m a Stay-at-Home Mom/Professional Child Wrangler. We have four kids under the age of 6, and because keeping them safe and moving them all from one place to another is a lot like herding cattle, we refer to them collectively as the Herd. Our house is insane. All of the time. Never stops. No break in the craziness. It’s just straight up WHACK most of the time. We do our best to keep it all together…  a lot of times all we can do is look at each other and laugh at those people. When we’re not screaming. Allow me to introduce you to the Herd.Our oldest son, aged 5 years and weighing in at around 50 pounds, I’ll refer to as Butch Cassidy, or BC. He is a wide-open, pedal to the metal wild man. He’s also wicked good at taking things apart…. and by things, I mean EVERYTHING that he gets his hands on… yes EVERYTHING…. but a lot of times he can actually put…

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