Boys Boys Boys. . .

~Sept, 2012
We had some visitors over and of course A and E were bouncing off the walls. Head butting their legs, jumping on their back and freaking out. So I chucked them both in the kitchen and told them, "You are out of control." Angrily A turns to me, hands on his hips and snaps, "No Mom! YOU are out of control!"

~Aug. 2012
A comes up to me and tells me very officially, "Mom, I'm smarter than you. I'm not smarter than Dad, but I am smarter than you."

~July 4th, 2012
A and E were wrestling today and it was A's day. He was doing really good keeping his little brother subdued, although E put up a pretty good fight. Once they were finished, Daddy and I told E he did a really good job! He looked over at Daddy M angrily from the floor and said, "No, I din not!!" he flailed his arms on the ground and continued, "He's still alive!"

~June 2012
E and A were playing T-ball today with A's new gear. I of course laid down the rules. No hitting anyone with the bat. No swinging at the ball until every body and body part is clear. Simple enough. Not 5 minutes into it, I hear a blood curdling scream from A. E runs inside, eyes big, and says, "I din'n know what I was doing!" Big brother had a pretty good goose egg on his head.

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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Remember when. . .

Remember when you were a child? Blissful, adventurous, new! Now remember your childhood with one or more siblings. . . it is still all of those things, BUT we can now add torturous and annoying to the list! Because of course parents are never involved in either of those words right? .... right.

I had a revelation a few days ago. Children do not learn how to be annoying. It is in fact ingrained into their very genetic code! I thought for the longest time, they just learned how to bug. ABSOLUTELY NOT. Now that E has been added to our little family equation I have been blessed to see this gene manifest itself in A and E.
Today E in particular was exercising his bugging gene. Do you see it there?
No?
Lets get closer.
How about now? Yeah you see it! It should be forcing a thousand childhood memories back to the forefront of your mind. Of long drives in the car with your brother or sister putting their hand on your side if the seat. It should flash you back to that time they stuck their foot on your side of your couch cushion during Emperor's New Groove. Or maybe it reminds you of good times when YOU were the one putting your foot on your brother or sister's claimed side of something. Someone always screams like they're dying. Someone always get hit, kicked, bitten or abused in some fashion.

I am here to remind you that you actually did not learn that from someone. You were just ornery because of a dang gene.

oh wait. . . who gave you your genetic make up? Your parents!! It's all their fault. See-- they deserved this punishment that you didn't realize was a punishment to them since they weren't even involved in the territory fight!!!

Hopefully my kids never come to the realization that's its really all my fault they fight.

Oh and if you were wondering how it went down with A and E. A lost his head every time E snuck his foot over that line. E was ordered to stop. He told me "nooo" while puckering his lips out at me and then proceeded to sneak his foot across A's chair again. Where it swiftly got stomped on. He deserved it. But turned to me with 'tear' filled eyes acting like HE was the victim. ooooh please. 

In the end we just separated them after several more sneaking toes, then stomped toes, which escalated to the hitting and screaming we were talking about earlier. Love being on the other end of this situation! *cough*
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Sheri said...

So.....I read your analysis of why kids do this crazy-making game and to find out it is my fault (being a mom) was quite depressing : )

Actually Melissa read this and said.. oh yeah I remember how Jenny used to push buttons like that ALL the time. HHMM my memory is a little different than hers I guess. BUt... we all get to create our own reality. Very cute and funny story. The good news is that type of "game" does end.... when they are about 20. Or not : ) It's all good right??
LOVE YA MOM

May 24, 2010 at 5:31 PM

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