The glaringly obvious lesson I've learned in the last 24 hours is that these three boys, all of whom have had their diapers changed by me, are the loudest creatures on the planet, hands down.
What had begun as a diversionary tactic to keep my 2 from bickering and to entertain my favorite little buddy, Braydon, has turned into a reason to buy earplugs -- by the case. Do you think I can find them at Costco?
As I compose this post (read: lock myself in my bedroom with my laptop with the music channel turned all the way up in an effort to avoid hearing them), they are shouting mercilessly at the Gamecube.
Four words for them.
It. Can't. Hear. You.
Like little NFL-groupies (football watching men) in training, they yell, shout, scream, holla and screech at the game. And I'm only letting them play it on this sunny day so that I can take a shower without worrying about them throwing balls over the fence, falling off the waterslide or shooting each other in the eye with a Nerf product.
They truly bring a whole new dimension to the term "loud children" and if anyone wants to go head to head with me on this one, bring it.
It's not that I mind the noise, because really, I don't. But I worry that my neighbors do. Thank god most of them work during the daylight hours which in turn, protects them from the majority of the boys loudness. And I cannot be held responsible for the others who do not let their kids play outside (what is up with that?). But to them, I must apologize for last night.
Last night, the boys "tented" it again. You would have thought I learned my lesson last time we attempted this. But then again, I am not known for my "thinking skillz".
Bravely, 2 out of 3 lasted ALL night. So, you see, we are making headway here. But before the eyelids finally fluttered shut, there was MUCH discussion. Discussion about the "boy stuff", which I will not venture to explain as the subject matter may offend, and I don't want to do that. Nevertheless, they have not mastered the art of whispering. Because the tent was positioned in the corner of our yard (with audible access to THREE neighbors), I am sure they all got an ear full.
I have a feeling that a frenzy of cookie-baking will occupy the evening hours in a feeble attempt to woo those neighbors.
Heck, the boys are worth it, even if they could blow the top off a circus tent with their voices (their "inside" voices).