What a week! I can't even begin to tell you how crazy my kids have been...Okay, that's not true...I can ramble on with the best of them. Get comfy and let me get this week off of my chest.
I have two prize fighters in my home and both of them are going for the babyweight title. Little Man and Cookie either love each other or hate each other, there never seems to be a happy middle ground with these two. Fire & Ice, Oil & Water, Pee & Vinegar...yeah I like the last one. Both are very bold children who take life at a run, neither one has an inch of 'give' in them and both are willing to fight to the death over something as simple as a position at the window [to look outside].
It starts with a nudge of a hip against the other, then a push of a shoulder. They're not making a sound, just letting their bodies do the talking...the screaming comes next. Either Cookie will knock Little Man in the head, or he will push her down and the fight is on.
Little Man throws a round house with his arm. If that doesn't work he plants his hands in the middle of her chest and pushes. Not to be outdone Cookie, delicate flower that she is, fights back with a right hook to the face [always the face] now and then she may resort to such unladylike skills as kicking and pulling hair...oh wait... that is ladylike...but for the most part she goes for the head, but she has stopped biting.
As a parent you're wondering...where's Terrie, why isn't she stopping the fight? Well smarty pants, sometimes I'm the one getting the right hook to the face, or a kick in the shin...they won't stop fighting just because I step in to break it up. In fact most of the time they both turn on me because I have the nerve to take them both away from what they're fighting over.
Let's move on to Repeat...she's sassy...no, she's not sassy...she's sarcastic, bossy and strong willed. Most days I find it cute, mostly because she knows when to stop...just before I get ticked. This week was a lesson in boundries...I have them and she ignored everyone one. More then once I warned her to stop or she'd be 'in trouble'...her response, "Well Terrie what kind of trouble will it be" Give me a break! "The worst kind of trouble" Let her think that over.
Normally I tell the kids no loud noisy toys first thing in the morning, wait until I've had my Pepsi. Repeat asked me Wednesday morning, "Terrie have you had your Pepsi yet?"
"Yeah I have, why?" I dumbly responded [should've looked closer at what she was doing before I opened my mouth]
"Because I need to hammer this nail and I wanted to make sure you're ready for it" LMAO. This kid cracks me up. She has a mind like a steel trap, she'll remember things that you've said one time, six-months earlier, use it in the right context and throw it back at you.
Her cousin Sunshine has been working on his whining skills, and man is he getting it down to an art. All anyone had to do this week was walk within two feet of him and he'd clutch is toy to his chest and start to wail. I keep telling him to relax, "you're alright, no whining" but he just keeps going.
We went outside Tuesday and Sunshine got into the sandbox, playing happily, out of nowhere he starts to scream! I'm thinking spider bite, killer bees...no Cookie got into a cozy car, the one that Sunshine rides in most of the time. Sunshine refused to leave the sandbox, he just kept pointing to the car and crying...tears and everything. I tried to reason with him, finally leaving him to 'cry it out' in the sandbox. He did stop after a couple of minutes, when he realized that crying wouldn't make me jump through hoops and rings for him. Cookie wasn't any help she kept yelling at him, "no Sunshine, my car"...thanks Cookie.
JuJuBe and Sissy have a fixation of the human anatomy...more specifically...private parts. So more then once I had to tell them that they weren't allowed to talk about them. I've stopped letting them watch me change diapers now, since all they want to do is point out "Junior" and "Doodah" to the other kids. Thursday I had to take the baby dolls away from Repeat and Sissy because they kept lifting the dresses up asking Little Man to find the 'Doodah'.
Little Man notice this week that Cookie didn't have a 'Junior'. "No Junior?"...So I told him..."It fell off". The look on his face was pure horror..."why Junior [fall] off"..."she played with it to much so it fell off".
Gotta have some fun.
What a week...rarely am I glad to have my kids go home, but this week had me waiting at the door with the kids ready to go, shoes on, bags packed.
I'm off to the farmers market, bye for now T