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My four year old is obsessed with the number 60,000. He has a new found love of numbers and every time we turn around he is telling us (and random cashiers) that he can hold or count to 60,000. He is just this strong boy who feels no pain, seriously thinks he is invisible and if he were a bit older I would say this boy is very arrogant.

I love my son, he is a riot! This new found speech and love of numbers as well as learning makes Mama proud but when he is constantly in competition mode it makes for a rough time with various areas of our day.

A funny story, wish I had pics of it. My four year old went to the store with his Dad and they came back to tell me this story;

Four Year Old: he was holding a couple drinks in his arms and maybe another item as well that was slowly slipping out of his hands probably.

Cashier: Says to four year old, something about maybe wanting to put that on the counter or something so it doesn’t fall.

Four Year Old: with a serious, I am all that kinda look says, I can hold 60,000 of this.

Cashier: says something else to him about it, but I forgot what.

Four Year Old: just glares at him like how dare you speak to me.

Cashier: says have a nice day!

Four Year old: Turns back at the door and glares at cashier with a look of death.

I love my four year old, but sometimes his looks can just KILL…. it’s like he can see right into you and he has the look of danger in his eyes with that serious glare.

I think we are all in trouble…..

For some reason I completely forgot about the terrific two’s, you know that time when your little one reaches the ripe ole age of two and you wonder what happened to your little sweet baby man?! Yeah that is where I am at right now. The two year old thinks he can do all, hang from anything and boy does he have a smart ass mouth! I haven’t ever had the other two children be like my little guy.

The other day Baby K’s Dad told me about something that happened while they were eating dinner. We often call Karter nicknames of K, Baby K, or Krazy Karter but for the most part the letter K just stuck. While at dinner K’s father referred to Karter as K and he told me the story as follows:

DAD: K sit and eat dinner

K: MY NAME IS KARTER {in a loud monster-ish voice}

DAD: I know your name is Karter I named you, K is your nickname.

K: MY NAME IS KARTER OR BABY KARTER {in a loud monster-ish voice}

DAD: Ok but K is short for Karter.

K: MY NAME IS KARTER {in a loud monster-ish voice}

DAD: Okay whatever, just eat your dinner and sit down on your seat right.

Apparently I have raised a smart aleck child who has an answer or sarcastic reply for whatever you say. Hey for two years old he already knows how to tell people the way it is so maybe, just maybe he will be a confident big dude some day!

Today I really had to get some groceries since I hadn’t gone in a couple of weeks the food was running out and I knew I didn’t want to go during the week with three kids in tow. I decided I didn’t really care to go by myself either and so I text my sister to see if she wanted to venture to Walmart with me for some groceries…. she text back that she wanted to go but she was at her boyfriends house. I said they both can go and that I had no problem driving 15 minutes out of my way to get them!

The adventure began when I picked them up at the apartment …. they were fine in the car, I bitched, my sister bitched and her boyfriend just sat in the back probably wondering why in the hell he decided to ride with two chicks to Walmart … not to mention two sisters frustrated with life!

We got to Walmart and sis gave me shit because I was too busy texting with a friend that I took a minute to get my car locked up to get out of the cold weather. We got inside and grabbed two carts. All was fine … until we hit the area with cakes. You see today is my father’s birthday and sis wanted to get him or bake him a cake … so she called him to find out what cake he wanted meanwhile I remember something about credit cards and her wanting a hot man … dunno ….

We moved on from that and proceeded to grocery shop while I got to listen to them talk about various sexual things and make everything into a sex related joke. I am not kidding, my face was pretty much RED the whole time in Walmart but I was laughing too! They were not quiet about it at all the whole store was staring and some customers even thought it was hilarious!

I decided I needed to get batteries … now I know never to attempt to buy batteries while shopping with them, because it was then that my sisters boyfriend who I thought was the quiet type spoke up. Oh it was on key perfectly … something along the lines that I needed batteries for my vibrator. Mind you I haven’t told them if I own one or not but seriously … loud as loud can be and some customer perked right up and stared at me the rest of the time. I DIED … I think at that point I was ready to crawl into a hole and run away from Walmart never to be seen again.

What can I say? The Eastman sisters grocery shopping with a man leads to an experience worthy of a few tears, red face and the wish that I had gone grocery shopping drunk…. with my designated driver!

Now this can’t be just any babysitter, it has to be a free one that comes with a great personality and love for life as well as family. This would be a person who would watch my children so that I could start working daytime hours and if the person can’t come for free then maybe a low rate because after all I will still be at the home working versus your typical babysitter when you work outside of the home.

This person will be expected to play with the boys, if applicable change diapers and handle nap time. They will also have to do lunch and sometimes breakfast as well as snack through out the day. This person must have a love for high energy children and know how to use time out as a form of effective discipline, heck why not just give me SuperNanny because she fits my wish list completely!

SuperNanny will you be my birthday gift this year or maybe next year on my 30th birthday?

Yesterday I had another silly conversation with my now two year old, it went something like this …

Mama – K did you poop?

Baby K – no {with the roll of the eyes}

Mama – Are you sure you didn’t poop?

Baby K – no Daddy poop {with a grin}

Mama – oh, Daddy pooped his pants?

Baby K – yeah … no …. yeah

Mama – Daddy is bad then if he pooped his pants.

Baby K – no … Mama bad … no Daddy bad.

Mama – {laughing at this point} Ok then …. did you poop? I can smell it.

Baby K - no … A did …

Mama - A pooped?

Baby K – noooooo {with a giggle}

Mama – ok .. you pooped buddy lets go change your diaper you trickster.

So I changed his diaper and wiped him up. After that was done he stood up half naked and says “all clean, all done” and ran off half naked.

I just love the two’s.

He has trickster written all over his face