Lord have mercy, y’all, is it a full moon?!
My children are insane.
But let’s discuss something we don’t already know, shall we…
This week has been plenty crazy without the kids’ behavior issues coming to play. Monday was Ryder’s big allergist appointment. She had 33 pricks and was allergic to all but one thing (and I can’t even remember what it was). She is mostly allergic to trees and grasses. So basically, I need to put her in a bubble.
After the appointment I was heading to get Ryder’s blood work done and BAM! I came down with the stupid stomach virus. My parents were absolute saints and let me stay there and watched Ryder for me while I slept it off and ran to the bathroom every few minutes. Rory was at Andy’s parents until Monday night and then he took her to school on Tuesday for me. This was definitely a time I’m so glad we live close to grandparents now!
Andy has been working non-stop after work on the girls’ playset. Last night, he finally finished! Here he is “Tebowing” in front of it in celebration:
That picture makes me laugh so hard.
We may or may not be goobers.
Again, let’s discuss something we don’t already know…
It occurred to me this week as I was trying to wrangle my children, who by the way have become little devils, that maybe I’ve been thinking ALL WRONG about this parenting thing.
What if (and yes, maybe I’m reaching a bit on this one) the most frustrated, sometimes frazzled, not perfectly put together moms are actually the best moms???
Okay you can laugh a little.
Now, here me out…
I am all the time looking around at these women who seem to have it all together and I am SO NOT that mother. I look on pinterest or other blogs and see these super moms and it always makes me feel so bad about myself.
But then lately I’ve been noticing some of the moms (NOT ALL) that aren’t the least bit frustrated/frazzled with their children are also not concerned with how their children are acting. Their children are tearing things up, pitching fits, hitting, etc and the moms just don’t do much about it.
That’s when it occurred to me actually. I was busy telling Rory for the 209230913 time not to do something when I thought, “hey, I’m actually still trying to get her to be obedient and respectful after ALL THESE TRIES…. I’m still hanging in there and fighting this battle and not letting her win.”
The truth is, it’d be so easy for me to give up and just let them do whatever they want. THAT would be the easy thing to do, but instead I’m fighting a battle so I can be able to relax a little more later when I know they have been raised to do the right things and be respectful.
So I will take frazzled. At least I’m still fighting to better my kids.
And speaking of fighting…
One thing I’ve really worked on with the girls is to treat each other with kindness.
Well today has been one of those days where they are determined to fight with each other. They have fussed and argued over anything and EVERYTHING.
This morning the girls were eating breakfast at the table and I was getting a jump start on some cleaning while they were semi-contained with their waffles.
I start hearing them fuss and started listening more to what is going on.
Rory: Ryder, stop saying that! It wasn’t you!
Ryder: I TOOT! MEEEEEE! ME TOOT! ME! I TOOT!
Rory: NO YOU DIDN’T! IT WAS ME! I TOOTED! I DID IT!
Ryder: NOOOO MEEEEEE! MINE TOOOOOOOT!
Rory: MOMMMMMMMMMM! RYDER IS SAYING HER TOOTED AND HER DIDN’T TOOTED, IT WAS ME! I TOOTED NOT HER!
Ryder: NOOOOOOOOOO ROOOOORY- MINE TOOOOOOOTED! MEEEEEEEE MINE TOOOOOOTED! ME! ME! TOOT TOOT!
Rory: *sob wail sob sob wail* RYDER BE QUIETTTTT IT WASN’T YOU! YOU NOT TOOTED!
Really girls? Arguing over who tooted?
Does this happen at your house?
It’s funny how they can go from worst enemies to best friends though.
I will leave you with some uber cute pictures of the little stinkers.
Playing tag- their new favorite game.
oh. and meet Dixie.