Posts Tagged ‘ Kids ’

Embracing the Mess

01.25.12

“Walking through my house at night to get to Bryn’s room should be considered an Olympic Sport!” When I woke-up Monday morning I saw this as a friend of mine’s status on facebook. It shouldn’t have made me smile, but it did. I was relieved to know it wasn’t only me. Here are some of the other comments left: “Ha, ha. I know that all too well.” “Yay, it’s not just my house.” “I hear ya!” “I feel like a ping pong ball bouncing off walls and dodging toys! Last night I tripped over a Tangled Doll!” “You should try to walk around in David’s room, LEGO’s everywhere! I think it gets worse every year…” “I stepped straight from a tiny japanese action figure onto a monster truck last night. Sometimes I feel like the toys are alive and trying to get me.” I’ll admit the toy tornado in...

Fire!

12.21.11

“As soon as Mommy finishes making a pee-pee we will make ham and eggs, okay?” I told my adorable two-year-old daughter. Wrongly assuming I could make a fast tinkle and start breakfast in under a minute, I heard the sound that made me dash for the kitchen. To most people the sound of the microwave turning on doesn’t strike the fear of God in them, but all I could think of was, “Oh, God. The house is going to burn down!” The night before, the kids and I made Christmas sugar cookies decked out with frosting and sprinkles. I gently wrapped the cookies in foil and stored them in the microwave to keep them from drying out while the frosting settled onto the cookies. By the time I reached the microwave, the burning was well under way. My innocent looking two-year-old stood by the microwave proudly proclaiming she started...

Burning the Midnight Oil

11.21.11

It looks like I’ll be burning the midnight oil on Christmas Eve. When a Christmas package was delivered to our house, my 2-year-old princess ran, grabbed her keys and tried with all her might to carve the box open. After her failure to open the box, she begged me to open it for her. I had to look inside and tell her the store sent an empty box. Needless to say, the screaming and crying began, followed by the comment, “Come on man.” With her persistence no wrapped Christmas gift will be safe or untouched under our Christmas tree. Luckily, big brother is at school all day and it is much easier to hide his presents. Maybe he’ll keep the Christmas gift mystery alive, but I highly doubt it. I hope I have a lot of hiding places and plenty of boxes to hide their presents!

Littlest Thief Who’s Full of Mischief

09.30.10

It’s been a rough week at our house. My son and I have both been suffering from terrible head colds. After missing two days of school, little man decided going to bed early would be a good idea. After tucking him in, I decided it was time to tackle the dirty dishes piling-up in the sink. My 17-month-old daughter was busy entertaining herself with her dolls, our dog and Winnie-the-Pooh. Halfway through the pile, I looked up to check on my princess. Sitting quietly on the floor, she was thumbing through her brother’s Cars wallet. She saw me looking at her so she threw the wallet to the side. Then, she stood up and ran off laughing with a devilish look on her face. To my disbelief, she was running with his cash in her hands and stuffed in her diaper. I was shocked! Here was my little angelic...