Tuesday, November 23, 2010

A twitch and a poop. (Yes, you read that right.)

Sometimes I write blogs, but then run out of time to edit them and post them. Here is one of them. They end up really really really long.

September 30th, 2010

Sitting in the van, we eagerly wait for the clock to strike 9, which commenced the opening of Zellers, which in Keyon’s mind, is the only true meaning to the word “shopping”.


Last night was Keyon’s award winning performance – his first B.M. on the potty. That’s right – the much anticipated event in the Hawkins house. It is talked about day after day - we pump up this event so much, it’s almost as good as Christmas! You see, that first little turd in the can is an event we celebrate. We shamelessly offer bribery of the biggest proportion…a (affordable) toy of your choice. Any (affordable) toy you could possibly want. Saturating them with every toy we can find on the internet, we show them every toy on the Toys’R’Us website and dangle it there with the possibility that this too could be your very own toy for the small price of one solitary marble sized poop in the toilet.


It all started with Kiefer’s refusal to evacuate himself in the proper porcelain receiver. We kept upping the anti until it finally ended at a “Hot Wheels Loopiy Loop” track – that glorious moment when he finally succeeded and we raced to Abbotsford in search of this particular toy! Lucky for us it happened before the anti became a computer!So when Keyon’s turn came around, we wasted no time at all in bombarding our child with every popular toy on the market, spending hours looking at toys in stores and on our computer.


So now, here we are, entering Zellers’ toy aisle. It must be stocking day, because there are about 15 carts and 7 flats of toys parked in all the aisles, blocking all access for easily viewability of the toys. I thought this would be an easy toy picking session, seeing as Keyon didn’t seem to have a particular toy on his mind…45 minutes later, I realized I was wrong. He had a toy he’d had his eye on…guess what it was! A “mushy grasshopper”. A What?!? Yes, a mushy grasshopper. At his insistence, it was at Zellers. He mentioned Toy Story at one point, which I dismissed because there’s no grasshopper there. I ask the 3 stocking clerks about a possible “mushy grasshopper” toy, who then pull out every mushy squishy toy available! But to no avail. This boy knows exactly what he wants.


After convincing him to check London Drugs and WalMart, we pick up Kiefer from school (after shopping for 2 hours!) and seek out the almighty Dad & Kiefer memory…a mushy grasshopper. They have no idea. I ask if there could possibly be one in Toy Story. 10 minutes later, they have a revelation. There IS an insect man in Toy Story 3! Success! There is hope! This amazing pooper shall have his dreamed of toy! We shall now search the aisles no longer in vain! This grasshopper has a name and his name is “Twitch” from Toy Story 3! Oh stores, do not let us down. My son has pooped and he has pooped well. Let us reward him! After naptime, it’s on with the Twitch search!


Nov 23rd UPDATE:

We did not find Twitch that day. Keyon finally settled for Buzz, as he didn’t want to wait a day to drive to Toys R Us. So the search for Twitch for Christmas was on. I found a tiny one left in Abbotsford, so I bought it. A month later, I found a bigger one in Langley, so I bought it too. This guy was hard to find! And oh joy of joys – I found the right one last week, in Shoppers Drugmart. The last one!!! So what if I had 3 by now, I had found the perfect and ever so scarce Twitch! A few days later, I saw five of them in one store. The only toys left. This past weekend in Walmart across the border, I found an entire shelf of him. Apparently, he’s not so scarce. No one wanted him. He was the only Toy Story 3 toy left. I call curses upon him now.



*The photo above is Twitch. This is the exact instant which made Keyon refer to him as a "mushy grasshopper". Something to do with Mrs. Potato Head squeezing Twitch's muscles.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Sears Wishbook


The other day we were able to stop in at Sears. Though they were all out of the Wishbook, they did have the toy wishbook available, which was all I needed for these boys! I managed to keep it hidden for a whole day before they discovered it. My reasoning behind hiding it - so it could be viewed only when I wasn't incredibly busy to stop any of the fights that would break out over it... I also wanted to be there to listen in on the discussion of this book, as I have no idea what to get Kiefer this year...any ideas for a 5 year old? But the best conversation that took place over the wishbook, or more specifically, the Buzz Lightyear tunnel/tent play thing, went something like this...

Kiefer, "Hey mom, I love this, can we get it?"
Me, "No, we have something like it and you guys never get to play with it because you always fight over it."
Kiefer, "Well I want to try it first."
Keyon "No, I want to try it first."
Kiefer, "NO, IIIII want to try it first."
Keyon, "NO I WANT TO TRY IT FIRST!"
Kiefer, "NO, IIIIIIII WANT TO TRY IT FIRST!"
Me, "See? You guys don't even own it, and you're still fighting over it!"

Maybe I should just start with crossing things off on the wishbook, and see what I'm left with at the end...

Monday, November 1, 2010

It's about time...

It is my official goal to start blogging about my crazy life - which would be, more specifically, about my now THREE children! I am constantly told that I need to write a book, which makes me wonder what it is that people find so humorous about my life! But then as I look back at my day and recall simple events and see it through the eyes of someone else NOT frustrated with screaming children or puke or spit-up on them or poo on the floor, I can find the amusement in it...somewhere deep inside it...

Originally, it was my goal to post once a week. Then I thought maybe every other week would be more realistic. Or maybe once a month. However, with all the nightly feedings I now have, I have a bit of extra time to think, so it just might be sporadic and random. Like my life.