The Baumann Blog

Ah. Finally we can get the boys out of the house. Now the only problem is getting them back IN the house. I thought I was going to be a strict mom. Really, I did. I thought I'd be the one saying "You get your pajamas on right now, or you're grounded for a month. I mean it!" Well, I do that sometimes... mostly never, but I think my evening routine with the boys is getting a little lax. We eat dinner, wash up, and head immediately outside. We play baseball, dig in the garden, bug Daddy, take bike rides, and whatever else we can cram into the few short hours after we get home for the day. When the sun is finally setting, I DRAG the boys in the house. Is that the end of it? Oh no. Then we need a snack. After all, we have been playing pretty hard and we ate a l-o-n-g time ago (two hours seems like an eternity to hungry boys). [If it's bath night, we take a bath first, then have a snack... bad logic, they get messy. Oh well. Then they don't eat the grimy crud on their hands.] Then we settle into the couch and watch "Blue's Clues." Will freaks out when the mailbox comes on. "We just got a let-ter, we just got a let-ter...wonder who it's from?" The little hands just fly around and the giggling starts. Too cute. (You can see why I don't want them in bed yet.) So we sit through Blue's Clue's and then it's already 9pm. I TRY at this point to lay Will down. I'd say about 90% of the time he screams like a banshee once I close his door. Trent then takes Sean down to his room and reads books and tucks him in. I do some last minute shutting off of lights and turning down the TV. Then I go back to Will, who is still screaming, take him out of the crib and we settle in for one more episode. This time it's Oswald. (Did you know that Fred Savage from the Wonder Years is the voice of Oswald? He's also the guy in Austin Powers with the "Mole.. Moley Moley Moley!" Ha!) By the time episode 1 is done, Will is pretty sleepy and half the time has fallen asleep in my arms (love that, seeing as how Sean didn't want to be held EVER). So then I take him back to his room and he finally goes to sleep. Alright. So now it's pushing 9:30pm. I'm tired. Trent's tired. We watch a little news. Talk a little bit. And go to bed.

This is my life. I love it. :)

p.s. But if I could get those stinkers to bed a little earlier, I may just have more than 20 minutes with my husband. Maybe in another 5 years or so. I'm very lucky to have such an understanding hubby... it all evens out. We make a good team. (Today is a special day for him, too. I wish him the very best of luck. I'm so proud of him.)

Andrea