Why Would You Do That?

Those words come out of my mouth a lot.

Why would you, play with a dead toad?

 do a belly flop into the bath tub?

 eat ants off the ground?

 throw rocks into the pool?

 climb into the bed that the cat just had a massive diarrhea explosion all over? 

 walk up to a display at the bookstore that you know you're not allowed to touch, touch it anyway sending it crashing to the ground?  

 chew on the packages of bologna, hot dogs and cheese I just put into our shopping cart?

However the one that may well take the cake happened just a few days ago.  

The older two boys were in the backyard playing in the sandbox when Evan came in, tears streaming down his face, wailing that Seth had hit him in the head with a brick.  

We had recently bought them brick pavers to build with to deter from them ripping up the ones we use for actual landscaping.  

So before Seth could defend himself I sent him to his room, I was too worried about assessing the damage to listen to his side of the story at that moment.

 I went to get Evan ice however while I was gone he reached up, touched his head and low and behold blood.  That sent him over the edge.  He became hysterical at this point screaming, "I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding! Wahhhh!" 

  I decided to forgo the ice until I had determined if we were going to have to go to the hospital for stitches.  

Upon examination I found that while he no doubt had been hit in the head it was at worst a grazing.  He had no bump, and only a small scrape, that while bleeding profusely, as head wounds often do, didn't need to be, nor could be stitched. 

 I breathed a huge sigh of relief, took Evan into the bathroom and did the whole first aid routine, mostly to help him calm down.  

Once he was settled I asked him why Seth threw a brick at him.  He nonchalantly answered, "We were playing brick rain."  

Why?  

Group Photo... Nevermind

I haven't used my camera since Kane's birthday and even then because we were in the tomb that is our dining room I had it set to Automatic opposed to Manuel.  I was a little out of practice when we arrived at the pumpkin patch, so much so that when all my pictures were coming out blurry and I couldn't get my lens to focus on ANYTHING, I almost gave up.  Fortunately my level headed husband was there and recommended I check the setting on my lens.  Sure enough, it was set to manual focus instead of auto focus! Duh, Laine! 

Unfortunately there isn't a quick button that fixes the stress of trying to wrangle four very excited boys at a  crowded farm!  

 All that to say this what we came away with,

 

  See Kane, he looks like he's posing but he's actually smiling because he's about to get away with knocking over as many pumpkins as possible.  He lost his last pony ride privilege for that one.  

I told them all to hug the pumpkin in the middle. Why is the 18 month old the only one following directions...? 

Filthy boy!  

While the big brothers went on another horsey ride we took pictures.  Kane decided to give Ford a little side hug.  

Ford is big on personal space though. 

While Kane's love language is physical touch... they don't get each other.

Side note: I'm praying for special and understanding wives for these two!  

Individual pictures are probably a better idea. 

The Patch and Monster Picture Post

We took the boys to our favorite pumpkin patch Sunday.  It was the perfect weekend to do it as the weather has finally started to cool off.  We spent two glorious hours outside without sweating! Woot!  Anyway, we went to the same place as last year, with the pony rides, petting zoo, zip line (I couldn't talk Jed into letting Evan do it, boo hiss, Jed,  boo hiss! :)) and train rides.  

Seth chose to ride the full size horse this year instead of the pony!  Evan after much nervous hemming and hawing also chose the horse, although it ultimately came down to impatience, there was only one pony while there were multiple horses so the line was shorter!  Instant gratification trumps fear, I guess.

 "Daddy throw me into the hay please!"

Brave Sethy!

Kane loved the pony!

Evan's nervous, cheesy smile.

The newest attraction, the bounce pillow.

Ford is too little for this one so he just watched.

 The boys are big fans!

"Take a picture of us bouncing together!"

Nerds!

 Ford got bored of watching and did this.

Oh, and now he's eating it.  Um, daddy, where are you?!

Taking a much needed break.

Onto the petting zoo, where the cutest little baby goats were roaming around!

Kane and Ford were beside themselves with excitement!

So sweet.

Then Ford followed this one under the rabbit cage and proceeded to collect and attempted to eat the poo.  Dirt, poo, this kid has no standards.

Poor boy, his parents wont let him eat feces.

Last but not least, the spider train!

Good Doctor, Bad Cop

Kane: "I dont want to drink that cleanin stuff in the bathroom, it'll make me sick and I'll have to go to the hospital. I dont like hospitals or doctors."

Me: "Doctors help sick people get better though."

Kane: "I like doctors!"

Me: "Maybe you could be a doctor someday."

Kane: "Yes, I want to be a doctor so I can make people feel better!

Me: "Alright then you have to work really hard at school so you can be a doctor!"

Kane: "Hmm, maybe I'll be a police officer."

Me: "A police officer is good too!"

Kane: "Yup.... and then I'll shoot you. BANG! BANG!"

Me: "What? Why would you shoot me?"

Kane: "I dont know ."

Me: "Thats not very nice."

Kane: "But I can because I have a gun."

Me: "No its wrong to shoot people.  If you shoot mommy, you'll go to jail for a very long time."

Kane: "Jail is scary, I'll just leave."

Me: "You wont be able to leave, you'll be locked inside."

Kane: "Ok, I dont want to be a police officer."