Thursday, December 17, 2009

Shennanigans: Why me, Lord?

'What have I ever done, to deserve even one' shennanigan these kids pull?

I say this, tongue-in-cheek, because I know, eventually, that what I've experienced in raisin' kids will actually give birth to a new way of rollin' with the punches. With all the little things that have been happening recently I feel like I've been way-layed with the biggest haymaker seen on earth.

There's definitely a sense of humor to be learned with raisin' kids. They think that 34 degress is HOT! They think that playin golf is okay in the house because they aren't 'throwin' anything. They broke the glass on an 11' X 15" picture of a buck. This week there's been dozens of spankin's to our 1 1/2 yr old. He won't stay off the table, or the counter in the bathroom! He opened up a Christmas present this mornin' that was ready to be sent to family out East. You name it, he's done it. Toys in the toilet. Books in the toilet. Books in the bath. He's climbed on the kitchen table more times than I can shake a fist at. Lliterally. I'm tired of turnin around and him gettin scolded and spanked. I'm at the point that I just don't care now. He's a tornado! But he's learned to call me 'mommy'!!!! I love it! His sweet innocent voice so deftly belies all the orneriness this kid has thrown at me!

For some reason, all the kids have felt the necessity to rearrange every-single-blasted cabinet that's within their reach.



There is dog hair in every-single-lovin piece of tupperware and bowl I own at this point! I'm not even gonna attempt to straighten up the goods because, I swear, they're like bloodhounds. If I organize a cabinet, the dry-bar, the closet, the basement, the toy room, the unbelievable amount of hats that look oh-so-good on my man, the picture books, the bookshelf, a drawer of clothes, you've got an ace in the hole bettin they'll be rearrangin' it inside 24 hrs. They sniff that stuff out! They don't even see me sometimes, but they know!

This has been a doozy of a Fall/Winter. Good thing is, the temperature's been above freezing so they've been outside playin out some of the friskiness.



As I'm typin this, runnin up and down the steps, checkin on the kids, I find this:





Peace out! I'm gonna go clean up the kitchen!
P.S. The chairs are in the kitchen 'cuz JD can't slide them to the table and climb up.