Night Night

My kids new bedtime prayer goes a little something like this:

Now I lay me down to sleep (slight giggling starts)....

I pray the Lord my soul to keep (giggling gets slightly louder)....

If I should DIAPER (uncontrollable laughter begins).

And then we attempt to finish the prayer twenty mores times before mommy just gives up, and says it for them.

*Oh, the prayer really goes like this (minus the uncontrollable laughter): Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should DIE BEFORE I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

It's never a dull moment in my house. Not even at bedtime.

Speaking of bedtime, when it comes to sleep my boys do that twin thing. You know, where they mirror each other. My husband always says that no matter what, at some point they always end up sleeping in the same posistion. At first I thought he was crazy. But then one night there was no denying it. He's right. (But don't tell him I admitted that!)

Both in the same posistion, heads facing towards the foot of the bed. Yes, Devin insists on sleeping with his Spongbob Crocs in the bed with him. And why yes, that IS a huge crack in Devin's solid wood bed he managed to break. And yes, it is being held together with a purple milk crate and a toolbox. =) I'm a mom of many talents. But me, wood glue, and screws don't mix!

Devin totally gets me...

Finally someone understands me. Finally. Thank you, Devin. I love you son.

And just when I think I can get some sympathy from one of my kids, that same kid goes and does this...

This should just be Devin's blog...

...I mean because afterall, here lately, he's been the star.

Devin... sweetie... I know that you really want bunkbeds.

But this is ridiculous.

Fat girls can move fast, too.

Today I have proven that fat girls can run, too. And I mean hustle. Of course I did not do this by my own free will. It was adrenaline induced. Why? Oh, I'll tell you why. Devin came up missing. Missing, I tell ya. Gone. As in under no bed, in no bathroom, in no closet, not in the backyard, not in the front yard. Doors were locked still. Windows are shut. Where in the hell is my kid? Fear sets in. Someone took him. But how? The doors are locked. Oh my gosh, my worst fears have come true. Devin! Deeeeevin! OH, Deeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvin. Devin!! DEVIN!! DEEEEEEVIN! Now Morgan and Kyle are crying. Why? Because momma is crying. Celeste, I can't find Devin. But, he was just in here with me a few minutes ago. Well now he's gone.
Now everybody's looking. Me, Morgan, Kyle, and Celeste. So I run outside. And I mean run, book it to the corner. No sign of a wandering kid anywhere. Then I hear Celeste scream... 'I found him! Hurry, mom! Come quick!' More fears set in. Why do I have to hurry? Is he hurt? CALL 911 Celeste!!! So, I get there and this damn girl is smiling. Smiling. Why are you smiling? THIS IS NOT FUNNY!! Now she's laughing. Which infuriates me. I'm still in panic mode. Where is he??? She leads me to a room. And this is where the little turd is...."