I wake up every morning around 5 a.m. - not because I want to wake up at that time, but that is the time that Chase wants me to be up and he whines on and off until I stagger into his bedroom and find his cute little self all ready to go with his blankie and paci (only at 5 a.m. I am not thinking it is that cute). I have tried giving him a bottle at this time in hopes that he will go back to sleep, but that has not worked and since we are trying to get him off of the bottle... it's not even worth the attempt.
We go downstairs, I muster up some sort of breakfast for him and while I am still half asleep am fumbling to get my coffee made. Landon gets up about an hour later and that is when the WWF begins at my house. The moment Landon walks down the stairs, the boys are fighting - Chase won't get off Landon's beanbag... Chase is taking Landon's milk cup... Chase is kicking Landon... Landon pushes Chase, Chase is now crying, Landon is explaining himself... I am yelling... and we resolve that situation just to turn into another one as Chase antagonizes Landon ALL day long! And Landon teases Chase ALL day long! I have been trying to keep the boys VERY busy - getting out in the morning and again after their naps in the afternoon to avoid these situations.
Today we ventured out to the Schiele Museum/Planetarium - had never been but thought it could be interesting. Forty-five minutes later we are there and we walk up to the door only to find out the museum is closed... the AC unit is being replaced. "Could you have posted that on your website?" I asked. "That is my fault... I should have done that." she replied. Four free passes later we are back in the car and off to a park around the corner that they recommended since I had already driven the distance. We pull up and see a Greenway Trail sign along with a playground - seems like a nice enough place to have our picnic lunch.
We get out and as we walk up, I am noticing that it is not such a desirable place after all - it could have been the three adults sitting on a nearby bench reeking of alcohol, discussing how alcohol is a depressant... or the two people sucking face on another nearby bench - and really not coming up for a breath for a LONG while... or maybe it was the cigarette butts all embedded in the playground sand under the swings, and around the slide... or the random people walking on this one sidewalk circle that was no more than 10 yards all the way around... or the 40 oz. can of Natural Light left at the top of a climbing wall. And as we were walking back to our car, we noticed a man picking through a gigantic dumpster and Landon asking in his non-whisper voice, "What's that man doing, Mommy?", as the man kept pulling out cans, crushing them with his feet, and placing them in lines across the parking lot. I had no answer for him.
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