I should write more here...

Or at least I should always copy the anecdotes from the main blog over to this one, when I write them.

So, last weekend I took the boys on a hike, up Provo Canyon. Nothing too dangerous--just the paved bike trail. There has been a lot of snow and rain this season, so we're having some flooding problems, and one of the measures taken is this little dam in the western side of the canyon, letting out a fabulous little waterfall, forming a new river which joins the provo river at some point. anyway, it makes for a most idyllic place to play. The weather was perfect, low 80s, and sunny. the water was cool and crisp, and the scenery was...breathtaking. We ate a picnic, and then splashed and played. At one point, a sparkly-eyed Oliver turned to me and said, "Mom! thank you for bringing me here! I love you!" I could tell that he was as filled with the joy of it all as I was, so i offered him some new words to express this: "does it make your heart happy?" "Oh, yes! It does! and it makes my body happy, too! My body's going to ask its mom if it can come back here lots of times!"

Last week, they graduated from preschool, and that was damn cute. They sang a few songs, and each child took a turn with spelling his or her name, and saying "what I want to be when I grow up". Max was one of the first few children, and the microphone wasn't working. when it was fixed, and Oliver got to use it, max was rather blatantly upset about it. siiigh. they both did really great, though--and are such smartie pantses, that I can't even stand it. They are so inquisitive and demanding for knowledge. It exhausts me--it's rather like being on Larry King Live, 12 hours a day. they constantly drill me with questions, but it's good for them to learn, so I answer them fully, whenever I can. If they ask a strange or nonsensical question (this happens only rarely), and I simply do not know the answer, they get very frustrated with me--"you're not a smart mommy!" erg. YES, you little turkeys, I am.

Max has taken it upon himself to learn his left from his right, and has been successful--and very quickly. He'll check with me once in a while, and I affirm that he is correct. and...they're both so handsome it kills me!

We signed them up to be on a tee ball team, starting next week! It's two nights a week, and they'll have little shirts and hats...I can't wait! They also start their summer session of preschool next week, which is a good way for me to maintain my sanity, as well as for them to stay in a routine of going to school--it'll be more fun and games than this year was, anyway, so I don't feel like a slave driver. I just love the idea of still getting a little time to myself...

just need to vent a little...

my kids wear me out.
I guess I was getting spoiled, for a while there.
hubby home from work on time every night.
home every weekend.
and we had babysitters at our beck and call--
so we had dates at least once a week.
now...
he's not often home before the kids are in bed,
and weekends are busy.
no babysitters around,
so we've only had a handful of dates since February.
I guess this probably explains this feeling...
this suffocation.
this extreme lack of patience with the huggable little jabberjaws.
they don't stop talking--
ever.
it's awesome, and I'm really glad they have such amazingly sharp and inquisitive little minds...
but
jesus.
there are some questions that cannot be put into 4-year-old answers,
and some that simply have no answer.
I think I need to be more creative with them--
or at least not so hell bent on giving them such precise and correct answers.
it's important, though...
because they remember every damn thing.
so if I shrug off an answer to a question that they need to build on later,
it will cause problems.
they are obsessed with the RPMs on the car.
they want me to rev the engine so they can see the needle reach redline.
they warn me repeatedly to not push it to 7, because then the engine will explode...
that's what their dad told them.
every damn "No" sign has to be explained to them, repeatedly.
"Mom, what does a circle with a line through it and a bike mean?"
no bikes on the freeway.
no people walking on the freeway.
no big trucks allowed on this road.
no u turns
no left turns
no right turns
no smoking
no pets
no parking
no shoes
no shirt
no service...

and did I mention how freaking adorable they are?
love them to smithereens.
just need more breaks, I guess.
(friggin wuss!)