Ok, here’s the latest round of “you know you are in trouble when…..” stories.

This weekend, I was feverishly prepping to get ready to sell a bunch of baby and toddler stuff at the semi annual SNOMOM (Snohomish County Mothers of Multiples) sale. We have a lot to get rid of, now that we know we are done attempting to have a baby. As I was pricing shoes for the sale, Joel brings in this big bag of Thomas the Tank Engine trains. This is the bag he had hoped to never fess up about – an ebay sale (actually about 4 e-bay purchases, but whose counting). As he pulls out engine after engine, probably totaling 20 or so, my eyes widen. Those of you who have visited our house know we already have about 20 to 30 Thomas friends engines that the boys currently play with. I don’t think we can physically put any more of them on the train table without serious derailments occurring.  (in my defense, I bought them a long while ago while we were mostly playing on the ground, and when we were actively using prizes as part of the sticker chart offensives, and I was down to only extra Thomas engines and The Flying Scotsman, whom we’d never heard of, so I did what any decent parent would do and stocked up.  Then we stopped, and I was left holding the proverbial bag).

Anyway, as we are sorting through them, I identify those that I think we can sell. Then we come to Gordon and Henry. You see, we already have a Chinese knock-off Gordon and a re-purposed James’ tender that we painted to be Henry’s tender. The boys have been playing with these versions for at least 2 years. Joel wanted to know what to do with them. I said, and I quote “the boys won’t know the difference, just swap them out with the others.” Famous last words.  (and yes, I told her that they absolutely would, and Dex would recognize them instantly)

The next morning while I’m drying my hair from my shower, Joel pops into the bathroom. “Katie, you’ll never guess what Dexter said. Dexter said ‘Hey Daddy, Daddy, Henry got a new tender! Gordon got a new tender, too!  Ohh, we got a new Gordon too. Daddy, the new Gordon has a better color than the other one. Where did the other Henry tender and Gordon go?’” I smiled at Joel. That was fast. Guess we can’t do that anymore.

Dexter is a pretty observant kid, isn’t he?

Story #2 – the boys must have taken giggle juice tonight because they were laughing and wrestling up a storm, and not just with their dad. They tackled me. Nicky kept shouting “EAT ME. EAT ME” and putting his ear right smack next to my mouth. (Does the thought of an Oedipus complex enter anyone else’s mind?) At the same time Dexter was pinning me down and wiggling all over. It was hard to move with someone on top and someone’s ear blocking my ability to breathe. Finally, I got them to move wrestle-mania back to their dad so that I could catch my breath. The next thing I know, Nicholas squats over, sits on Joel’s face and says “Pssss, I peed on you.” Where did that come from? It probably didn’t help that both Joel and I started to roll with laughter. Then Dexter had to do it. So, Joel one upped them, pinned them to the ground, and pooped. The boys squealed with laughter.

Just before going up to bed they grabbed the syringe and started giving us shots.  I got “Happy” shots, then “Angry” shots, and “Ouchie” shots, and even “Silly” shots.  After Joel broke the syringe defending himself from a shot in the buttocks, we switched to the thermometer. Just before we headed upstairs for bath time, Dex came over to take Joel’s temperature, looked up at him solemnly, and said, “Daddy, you have a case of the wiggles.”  Then he dropped the thermometer and ran up the stairs.

It was a good night.

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