At first it was cute, 'dins running around butt-naked. Then it got old. Really quick. Now all I want is for him to put clothes on. Seriously, this boys is naked 90% of the time. It doesn't help that he has a huge pet peeve for wetness either. He cannot stand to have a drop of water on his clothing. If he gets one little bitty microscopic drop of water anywhere on his clothing, he has to take it off and it is deemed dirty. So then it has to go into the washer. Oh and no trying to trick the genius child. He KNOWS if i don't actually wash it. He will get quite upset if I just throw it to the side and then when he gets his new clothes wet 30 seconds later and I try and hand the previous one back to him. Because he KNOWS that it hasn't been through the washer. Ugh, as if I don't have enough laundry to do around the house. Apparently, 'dins doesn't think I do enough, he wants to add more work to load.

Adin does. On Sunday we drove up to Baltimore to go to the National Aquarium. It kind of sucked at first because we got there around 11:30, but since everyone and their cousin wanted to see the fishys too, the aquarium was on a time entrance thingy. That means that even though we bought our tickets around 11:45, we didn't actually get IN until 1:45. But the Inner Harbor, which is where the aquarium is located, had some pretty cool things to see outside and it actually wasn't that cold outside. Well, it was cold, by not as cold as one would think seeing how we were right on the water. They have a kids museum there, so we will probably go back to check it out.

Anyways, back to the aquarium. Well we finally get in and we learn that there are no strollers allowed in the exibits. But the do give out free backpacks to haul your kiddos around in. Cooll we thought. Then the lady at the stroller check told us that Bear was too big. (BS, there were bigger kids in them, but I wasn't going to argue with her.) So it took a few minutes of having to pick him up off the floor because he didn't want to hold a hand, but he eventually picked up on the concept. They had some pretty good exibits. They even had monkeys there. Which confused me seeing how I thought we were in an aquarium, but whatever. The boys enjoyed looking at all of the fishys, but their favorite was the turtles. Which was good since they seemed to have an overabundance of them there. All was pretty good until we started making our way up. Once we got past the sharks, the crowd got insane. It was wall to wal people and kids. And the thing that pissed me off was that there were so many adults just standing in front of the tanks for what seemed like an eternity. I just wanted to smack them. All they had to do was stand back like two feet so my kids could see the damn fish. But no. So we ended up saying screw it and started to make our way to the dolphin arena. We got there about 25 minutes before the show started, which was good for seats, bad for antsy kids. Finally they started the show, which I was AMAZED at. My kids, not so much. Bear threw a fit through most of it because he didn't want to sit there. He was not impressed at all. And Adin went to sleep about 5 minutes into the show. He just layed his head on my lap and knocked out. But he was very thoughtful and he left the cleanup crew a nice big present. I go to pick him up after it's over and realize that he has had an accident. And not just a little one either. The floor beneth us is soaked. Oh well, accidents happen right?

Ship the boys thought was pretty cool. Only surviving CG warship from the attack on Pearl Harbor


Someone forgot to tell Adin that he is sitting in that all wrong


The National Aquarium


Brotherly Love


Daddy and Bear


Mommy and 'dins


Looking at the turtles


In a shark's mouth


Bear screaming during the dolphin show


The dolphins

So the other night, they were supposed to be in bed sleeping. Well since I was trying to catch up on homework, I let Adin slip into Arin’s room. I figured, what the hell, how much can it hurt? Right? Wrong. So about a half hour of them playing and jumping around in there, Adin comes out to go pee. Cool, right? Wrong. While he is in the bathroom, he spots the bottle of soap sitting on the tub. He apparently grabbed it and ran back to the bedroom, all the time yelling, “nightloveyoubegoodmom!” I didn’t see the soap, so I was like, great, he is going back to bed like a good boy, they will eventually fall asleep, at least my homework is getting done. Wrong again. Not even five minutes later, I hear Bear-Bear screaming bloody murder. I can tell that this is a cry of pain, so I take off running. Open the bedroom door and there is my Bear, COVERED in soap. It is in his eyes, his hair, his mouth, everywhere. You know how a baby is all slimy when it first comes out of the womb before they clean it up? Yeah, that’s what Bear looked like. Again. I grab him and run to the bathroom, we both jump in the tub, clothes, shoes and all. At this time, I still don’t know exactly what kind of soap is allover my child. Of course, Bear is screaming, he’s in pain and the water is freezing. I guess he expected me to wait for the water to warm up for him. Wrong. I finally get all the soap off of him, wrap him in warm clothes and give him a cookie. Time to deal with Adin. When ‘dins put the soap in his hair, he managed to keep it just there. Well because he had put so much there, by time I got done with Bear, it had started to run into his eyes too. Child #2 screaming bloody murder. So then of course, I have to hold him under water, which luckily for him, is warm now, and flush out his eyes. After that, we sit and have a little talk about what we do NOT do with soap. And if it doesn’t involve Mommy or Daddy, then we aren't supposed to even touch it. I decided not to spank ‘dins for that little episode. I’m pretty damn sure that the pain of soap in his eyes will be a good enough reminder. Poor little Bear’s face is completely red on the left side now. I finally figured out that it was baby wash that they were playing with. Thank God, because if baby wash hurts that much, I can only imagine what big people soap would have felt like.

Moral of the story: Baby soap is only tear-free as long as it is not poured directly into the eyes. And know you know, and knowlege is power.

Back story- Adin is laying in our bed watching TV, Dad goes up to bed and kicks him out and makes him get in his own bed. I reassure Adin at tuck-tuck that Daddy is going to sleep and is going to turn off the television. 30 seconds later, I hear Adin running down the stairs…

Adin: mom, Mom, MOM, MOM!
Me: Yes Adin.
A: Mom, you gotta go up the stairs. Daddy a bad boy, he turn the tv back on. You gotta go spank him.
M: What?
A: MOM, Daddy not going night like a good boy, he watching tv. Go spank him, tell him to go to bed. Please Mommy
M (trying not to laugh hysterically): Ok Adin, I’ll go up there in a minute. Go-
A: And then you spank him?
M: Yes Adin. Now get back in bed.
A: Ok Mommy. Thanks. Nightloveyoubegood.