The homemade blueberry muffins I just made for breakfast taste like poop. She then proceeded to ask me, “why you make muffins taste like poop?”
It’s really exhausting sometimes to be a mom. I look for my rewards & joy in very small things. In this case my daughter clearly doesn’t enjoy the finer things in life, so as a teenager things shouldn’t be as expensive. One can hope.
Learned her first real word from her big sister.
Lucky us, it’s “no”.
For the kids to fall asleep in their own bed. We’re in hour 2 of scream fest/ I have to pee every 5 minutes.
This is I believe where that thing called the “breaking point” is met. I have seen it, it’s real.
As we approach the next half hour, the screams are intermittent. Yet with enough level & volume that neither child can sleep.
We’ll see who breaks first. Kobra kai, sweep with the leg. No mercy…for that squishy little baby face with tears running all over. I believe this war of the wills determines the upper hand for the teen years.
I hear little sad voices, “mommy,please come in here”
You can do it. Stay strong. Self pep talk is working.
And towels are in short supply, rest assured, mommy will take a shower last. The one remaining towel will have been used by 3 other family members with questionable hygiene. I will suck it up, take a cold shower, and dry off with a wet towel. Because I AM MOM, and that’s how we do.
This portion of being a mom sucks.
An all you can eat churrascaria last night. My 1 year old outlasted us all. The kid ate for a solid 2.5 hours & screamed when they tried to remove her plate with ours. She lasted through dessert, coffee, and drinks. She out ate 6 adults, even the servers started to get nervous the kitchen would run out of sirloin
Trust those smug parents when they say all kids are different. Our other child ate A roll.
she eats off the floor if we get her out of her high chair too fast after meal time.
She starts eating in her high chair while one of us starts cooking. By the time we all sit down & eat, clean up, and are ready for bath time- this kid is still chowing down. She moves steadily, but slowly- like a 3 toed sloth. However, I do believe that 2 hours is long enough for any human to finish a simple meal.
Tell that to the kid sweeping my kitchen floor with her tongue. I felt so bad I put her back up in her high chair & let her continue grazing for another 30 minutes. To each their own time & pace… at least for now.
And I still spent the hours from 4-5:30am drowning in children. The smallest invaded at 2am, in our effort to keep the oldest asleep. Getting her to our bed was the only thing that quieted her boogery screams. She knows it helps to sleep propped up on my arm as she still suffers from baby kennel cough. (That of course she passed on to me)
At 3am she decided my neck & sternum were even better props. She then alternated her 30 lbs between crushing my chest & strangling me.
At 4am, big E comes pitter pattering on the carpet & catapults over my legs & lays perpendicular to my body. It ALWAYS freaks me out when she makes her way to our room in the dark. She tends to pinball her way in & even though I know its her, when I call her name she never answers. She then props her little feet up on my belly & begins her toddler snore.
5am is rotation time, every one readjusts & begins the whole dance over as big e fights the baby for position under my arm. Thus begins our Saturday morning fight club, requests for cereal, water, & milk. By 5:30 we’re out of bed. Weekdays I can barely get them up before 8am Nature’s a funny thing, because I still love them.
Happy Saturday!
“…sit by himself because he’s not listening. We’re having a birthday party & no one wants to sit with him because he’s not listening to anyone, so he needs a timeout. That’s also why he has a small cup.”
This is Big E’s explanation of a lone napkin in the corner with a tiny cup during a birthday party with her imaginary friends. My kid is such a punisher! It makes me wonder if this is a mirror of my parenting style….I swear I’m not that strict, and I’ve never made anyone sit in a corner for not listening. I’ve withheld cookies, but never made her sit in a corner…
Daycare. you could hear the echoes ringing of children in high level tantrum. Evie’s room is at the end of a long hall, every room on the way had a kid on the floor screaming. Luckily, Evie’s room screams were the those of HAPPY kids.
It is so rattling to hear kid screams. I got into the car and turned on sirius xm coffe house. Im melting the anxiety away with the acoustic stylings of hey ya & tedemption song acoustics. Who knew pop could be so soothing with a guitar….nerd alert, #thesmallthings. Shake it like a Polaroid picture y’all! Happy Friday.
From rags to riches, the moment she realizes there is food in both her hands.
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