What Possesses My Boys To Do These Things?

What possesses my boys to get 2 frozen wheat bags out of the freezer and sit on them to see how cold it can make their bottoms? What possesses my boys to then put the frozen wheat bags on their heads before crashing into each other? What possesses my boys to think they are both superman and indestructible and can jump from tall buildings? I could go on and on.

What possesses my boys to have tantrums in the most well populated of places? Today Brandon had a dummy spit at the hairdressers. Bailey was great. He sat there watching Shrek on the DVD player while the lady cut his hair, unlike Brandon who lost the plot. Once the 2 boys had had there hair cut our plan for the day was to go to the Dinosaur Museum in the city. So when Brandon refused to get his hair cut for no apparent reason I said to him that if he didn't sit up on the chair and let the lady cut his hair then he wouldn't be able to go to the Museum. He didn't so nobody saw any dinosaurs. Unfortunately, I had to keep to my reprimanding word. I was quite disappointed as I had had a great day planned in my mind. There's always tomorrow.

What possesses my boys to want to set up a picnic inside for lunch? Before I knew it, the 2 boys had organised for us all to have a picnic inside on the rug in the family room. They had both found a picnic basket in a cupboard and suddenly we had plastic cups and plates all set up. Brandon delegated our responsibilities to us. Bailey's job was to mind the picnic basket on the rug. My job was to prepare the food, and Brandon's task was to provide heaps of toys for Bailey to play with, and also he had to make sure that there was a spare outfit for both himself and Bailey if they were to get dirty at any stage of the picnic.

What possesses my boys to want to set up a tent inside? Lunch was whisked away very quickly so that we could make room for a tent that I had to construct. The 2 boys and I ventured into the garage to try and find the beach tent that I knew would probably still be full of sand from the last time we visited the beach. I spent the next 10 minutes sweeping and wiping the sand off the tent before even attempting to bring it inside. Throughout the whole process the 2 boys were hot on my heals. I set it up inside only to discover that it just wasn't going to stay up so I improvised. We had bar stools and nappy boxes holding corners up. It worked. I filled it with quilts, a bean bag, a cushion and 2 small children. There they stayed for about 5 minutes before wanting to move on.

What possesses my boys to believe that everything is a trampoline?  A lounge is not a trampoline and neither is mummy & daddy's bed. Chairs aren't trampolines and neither are nappy boxes. Kitchen benches certainly aren't trampolines and neither is Brandon's head nor Bailey's, as each of the boys believe they are. I can't believe that I escaped having to take the kids up to hospital today with suspected broken bones. It must only be through pure luck that both of them have escaped a serious injury. Fingers crossed they will always be injury free.

What possesses my boys to need to eat dessert while sitting on the kitchen bench? It's where we eat. It's where we prepare food. It's meant to be free of bottoms and 2 sets of dirty little hands but it is the biggest magnet for bottoms and dirty hands in our household. Well actually it's the 2nd biggest magnet for dirty children. The first one being all my lovely fresh clean white work towels. It doesn't matter where in the house or outside on the clothesline they are, they are successfully gravitated towards.

Brandon and Bailey are constantly making me laugh (and at times cry) with their antics. And as the kids go off to sleep now, I am still pondering what possesses my boys to need to put every single thing they physically own on the floor?