Well hello!
It’s been a while- and even short periods of time seem to mean a lot of change with the Helmers of Goodview Ct. Where to begin? Charlie is four and half and he’s just started pre-school. I knew there would be challenges that accompanied sending our first baby to school, I just never could have foreseen how hard his little head could be, even with new people in charge. I’m sure he gets it from his mama, and I’m sure I deserve it- but poor Charles truly believes what is or isn’t is decided by what he says it is or isn’t. For instance, he does not give two little hoots if the rest of the world holds a pencil one way, he’ll hold it his own ridiculously inefficient way and that’s that. His C’s look like O’s and his A’s look like a stick figure, but the boy never stops praising himself for such impeccable penmanship, and who do I think I am if I don’t agree? Also, it’s no skin off his nose if the world refers to small sweet round cakes with frosting as cupcakes- but he calls them pancakes…so they’re pancakes. “Thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.” That’s good Charlie but you forgot fifteen. “No I didn’t. You know I don’t like fifteen.” On top of that, he absolutely refuses to call his teacher by her correct name- Miss Shiela. As far as Charlie’s concerned, she is ‘Miss Sheel-ia.’ He says it’s a better name. A couple of weeks ago, ‘ Miss Sheel-ia’ sent home a project where Charlie had to fill in the names of his four closest friends. I was so excited to see who he’d bonded with at school, but I should’ve known better than to get my hopes up. He listed his best friends as: Luke the Duke, Soy-Bean, George, and Poop. Before you assume too much about sweet George, keep in mind that George is Charlie’s imaginary friend that lives in the drawer in our upstairs bathroom with his brothers ‘extra toothbrush one’ and ‘extra toothbrush two.’
Deep breath mama.
He’s giving us a run for our money at home too. I asked him to eat his vegetables after his sandwich one Saturday afternoon and I handed him the pouch veggies we’ve been getting for the boys. Luke and Sawyer love them and they’re pretty easy- you just squeeze the pouch and the blended veggies squirt right out in their mouths. He was excited to try a new one, but showed up in the bathroom I was cleaning not a minute later. “I don’t like this mama. It tastes like shoes.” I looked at him and told him to try three more squeezes and if he still didn’t like it, he could be done. He stared at me for a moment, and complied. Normally that’s more of a fight so I proudly added a tally to my very, very small victory column. I continued to clean the mirror when I hear Charlie from the kitchen. “Eeeeeeeeeeew.” Pause. “Yuuuuuuuuuck.” Pause. “Ygluuuuuuuckyyyyy….. I’m done!” I felt a little guilty for making him eat something he clearly hated and told him he could have a banana with peanut butter for listening so well, which he gladly accepted with a big smile. I thought nothing else of the pouch. That night at supper, my grandparents were over visiting and we sat and talked after we finished eating. My grandma brought up a topic related to vegetables and I began to commend my four year old on eating the beets he didn’t like without arguing. Before I could finish my rendition of the story, Charlie stopped me. “Oh mom,” he said with a condescending tone. “I didn’t eat those shoe beets. I squirted those babies right in the trash.” I sat there, shocked that I’d been had by my son. He cocked his head just a little to the side and gave his best I pity you smile. Before I could speak, Charlie looked back at his plate and mumbled under his breath, “ I told the woman I didn’t like those things,” and then turned to my Grandpa and explained quietly, “They taste just like shoes.”
Deep breath mama.
Having twins is more fun with each day. They’re are growing and changing by the hour it seems. Luke is still his daddy’s little buddy and is more than content to snuggle as long as Andy has time to hold him in the evenings. Luke’s biggest hurdle at this point is that it seems he still doesn’t know if his name is Luke or Sawyer. He’s so soft hearted and goes into a state of complete devastation every time Andy or I get after Sawyer for misbehaving. Sawyer doesn’t give a rat’s rear-end when he’s in trouble, and we usually spend the next several minutes consoling Luke for Sawyer’s crime. Both boys are walking and though the living room is overwhelmed with every toy imaginable- the only things they seem to be interested in are separated plastic easter eggs and the forbidden remote controls. Though there’s not much rest involved, I do believe this stage is my favorite of having little ones so far. They smile, they giggle, they wake up happy, they eat well, and they can get wherever they need to within the safe confines of the kennel of course. Sawyer is his usual boundary pushing, curious self and he brings a totally different dynamic to our family. He’s pure bone and muscle, and his long hair and brown eyes intrigue even strangers at the grocery store. He may be covered in scars, but he’s one of the most inspiring human beings I know, and he’s only 20 lbs. I’m sure later on he’ll be the one to give us fits, but I really believe that Sawyer will do great things, and keep us entertained along the way. He’s got a thing for violence, but hopefully he’ll grow out of that.
Deep breath mama.
All in all, things are great- God watches closely over our home on Goodview Court and we're very blessed to watch our crazy boys learn and grow each day. I'll try and update more often, thanks for reading yall! Much love :)
