Wacky Wednesday...continued...

So, I realize I kind of left y'all hanging the other day when I didn't finish telling you what else Blayne got into.

He's playing in his room and suddenly screamed, "MOM, A BUG!"  I remembered seeing one of those nasty tree roaches that sneak their way in the house, walk through my poison for bugs, and end up bottom up with their little legs twitching on my floor somewhere.  It's usually RIGHT in the middle of my walkway, too.  I was in the middle of something and didn't want to stop what I was doing, so I yelled back, "Leave it alone!  I'll get it in a little bit!"  Next thing you know, he is walking through my living room with something in between his fingers.  I knew what it was, but still had to ask, "Blayne, WHAT IS THAT?!?"  He said, very calmly, I might add, "A bug.  I'm gonna trow (throw) it in da twash."  He was just fine until I squealed and said, "Ewwww!"  Then, I assume the bug wiggled, because Blayne freaked out and threw it on the floor.  THEN, he was scared of it and wouldn't go in the kitchen until I swept it up and threw it in the trash.

Here's a picture of my Exterminator in the flesh...

And, if that's not entertainment enough, here are some more pictures I took of him in the next hour. 

Let me add, this kid comes up with all of this stuff on his own.  He is a total cut up and loves to act goofy and make me laugh.  Which, he does ALL throughout the day, especially after disobeying.  And, yes, it works at times keeping him out of trouble.  What can I say, he's hilarious!!

This one's my favorite!  I was in the dressing room trying on 8 different outfits.  He got bored and decided to entertain himself...

Oh, to be that limber, again!

And, that concludes my postings for Wednesday.  And, my husband wonders why I am so tired and cranky in the evenings?  Hmmm...wonder why?  ;)

Wild & Wacky Wednesday

Well, the time has finally come!  I am taking several of your suggestions and starting a Blog of my Family Circus for your entertainment.  I thoroughly enjoy reading some of your blogs and decided it's much easier to give all the details on a Blog than to try and crunch it down to a few hundred Facebook words.  So, here we go!  Off to a day in the Chapman Family Circus!

Why did I choose the title "The Chapman Family Circus", you say?  Well, hang around a bit and you'll know exactly why...

First off, I'll start with yesterday.  I'll start by telling you I am NOT a morning person.  I enjoy staying up late at night until 2:00 a.m. or so...when it's quiet in the house...kids and hubby are in bed...and I am all alone.  It's when I take the time to refuel to prepare for the next day.  I might read for a while, work on a bow order here and there, watch a movie, or surf the net.  But, whatever I find myself doing, I'm enjoying it...all...alone.  Don't take me wrong, I love my kids; I love my husband.  I have the best in the world, so let's not argue about that anymore.  But, Mommy and Wifey needs time to herself everyday so I can continue loving them!  :)  I always felt guilty in my alone time, until recently when I came to the realization that it is absolutely necessary for my sanity and theirs.
So, with that being said, back to my first point...I am NOT a morning person.  My two year old son, however, is.  He gets up with a bounce every morning with this ravishing hunger that I didn't know existed; that can't even wait 5 minutes for a pancake to pop out of the toaster!  So, instead of waiting on Mommy for 10 or 15 minutes to drag out of bed, stumble to the kitchen and throw together prepare breakfast, he has taken it upon himself to find a "snack" to ease the hunger pangs until breakfast can be properly served at a suitable time.  A suitable time, mind you, can very well be 10:30, as I am NOT a breakfast person, either, and would rather skip it and go on to lunch most days.  So, yesterday, while I am sitting in the recliner trying to fully wake up, I hear total silence coming from the kitchen where he entered 5 minutes ago.  Yep, you guessed it...I know there's trouble when I don't hear the usual noises that come with a two year old.  So, I hollared from the kitchen, "Blayne!  What are you doing?"  He hollared back, "Eating hice-cream!"  (That's ice-cream for those of you who can't understand two year old language.)  "Come here where I can see you," I told him.  So, he came around the corner with the remaining evidence in hand and on his face.  I said, "WHERE did you get the ice-cream?"  He said, "Umm...from the freezer."  And, I could have sworn he also said, "Duh!" afterward, but I could be mistaken.
I had NO idea he could even open the freezer, but to think of getting an ice-cream for breakfast?!?  Maybe he IS more like me than I thought.

More of this day to come...