Fun with numbers

200 - The number of posts I've had since I started blogging. That is why in honour of my 200 tales of very mischievous but totally awesome boys, I am making this one, all about *the numbers*.

8372 - comments I expect to receive. Thats right - go tell everyone on your blogroll to drop me a note and congratulate me on not completely losing it yet. I've been blogging a little over a year, and really, it's only a snapshot in the album of chaos that goes on around here. (ok, I'll settle for 200 comments ;) )

12 - the number of bright red juice stains on my light beige carpet that I woke up to at 6:52am Monday morning.
You see - a few days before that, my oldest son had asked me "What is that?" While pointing to my spray on carpet deodorizer. I'm sure you've seen these things - it's a can of compressed foam that you spray on to the carpet, and then a few minutes later vacuum it up and your house smells all 'meadow fresh' without too much effort. Of course, knowing that compressed anything is far too fun in the hands of a 5 yr old boy, I told him that it was carpet cleaner, and that he didn't need to touch it. I thought I was saving myself from little boys having a smelly foam fight and wasting the entire can in one hour.
Imagine my chagrin when I awoke monday morning to verry berry juice all over my carpets, with a 4 yr old "pouring" and a 5 yr old "cleaning' it ----with carpet deodorizer.

2000 - dollars we've saved by investing in our own steam cleaner. All 12 glasses of juice came out of my carpet.

1 - Very very nice ,size 4, charcoal grey pinstripe suit that arrived by post yesterday.

2 - boys that want to wear the very very nice charcoal grey pinstripe suit that arrived yesterday.

14 - pictures I took of said boys in the charcoal grey pinstripe suit that arrived yesterday.
A few examples:








Duncan of course did not want to take the suit off. He was rejoicing in the fact that he looked "Like a boss now"
He walked around saying "I'm the boss" and "You're fired" and having a ball.
I had to make him take the suit off to get into jammies last night, and so I hung it up in Matthew's closet and went to change a diaper and get the baby in his jammies. When I checked to see if the big boys were making any progress, Duncan had the suit down and was fiddling with the button of the dress shirt.

"What are you doing? It's time to put jammies on, not the suit!"

"But Matthew wants me to put the suit on one more time"

"No, we're putting the suit away now, put jammies on"

"Well I have to wear the suit - How can I be the boss if I don't have a suit?"

"You can be the boss of your room - in your jammies"

"Well if you don't let me put on the suit, I'll shrivel up and DIE"

At this point I was literally laughing out loud and had to leave the room.
I took the suit and hid it in MY closet.
I'm planning on letting them wear it for school picture day. It fits both of them, they are more or less the same size, and go to school on different days....but I still think I'm going to need another suit.

154 - days that Duncan has been 5. He told me this today. I looked it up, and by golly, the boy is right! Sometimes he just floors me.

13 - socks I found in the laundry this week that have NO MATES!! ARrrrrgggg Where the heck do they go??

43 - candy wrappers I found in Duncan's toybox. Matthew had stolen a bag of rockets and I found all the 'evidence' buried where he thought I'd never look. (yeah right).
The funny thing was that he didn't eat them. I found them all in his Christmas stocking that he's been dragging around all week. It was chock full of the little wee candies, enough to fill the whole foot part. They are now in a ziplock on the highest shelf of the tallest cupboard. Apparently the boy doesn't learn too quickly, because last week he opened up 8 packages of PEZ candy that I'd intended to mail out. He ate all of those though. they were unsalvageable. He got a weeks worth of sugar in about 14 minutes which served only to make him louder than usual...his punishment was no chocolate milk for the day (a fate worse than death to him, but I needed an excuse to cut out his sugar intake for the rest of the day). But again, like I said, he doesn't seem to learn consequences very quickly.

WILT: While leather couches are practical for the most part, teeth marks don't wipe off.

Now get commenting! ;)