There are days when I look at my kids and wonder how they can possibly be mine. I was such a mellow child. I swear I was. My dad would have to ground me from READING as a punishment for when I actually did something wrong. Any-hoo, back to what I was typing before.
My oldest child was pretty mellow until he started school. Then the monster was unleashed. Since he has started school, I have had the pleasure of building relationships with his teachers. He is a sweet kid. He just wants to goof off instead of paying attention to the teacher. After the first conversation I had with his teacher this year, I waited for him to get home off the bus. He walked in the door and I announced that I had spoke with Mrs. Alyson. I told him since he felt the need to waste her time, I was going to waste his time. Since he is in second grade this year, he can write sentences. Woot! Woot! He was not a fan of having to write instead of being able to play. I spoke with his teacher again and he has been attentive in class ever since.
So, school is going great now. I just need to work on J's sense of style. This was his choice of an outfit when we were actually able to go into a store to shop. Are you R-E-A-D-Y for this? Okay, here it is:
Then there is my youngest wild child. He is wired like a kid on crack every single day. Who needs a gym membership when you have Michael? He rides around on his little red tricycle in the house like a bat out of hell. My poor dog knows how to effectively run and hide from the little terror that has part of my genetics. I totally blame my husband's genetics for the crazy antics of our child. Then today, Michael is rolling around on his tricycle, puts on a hat, and holds up a plastic gun. "Pow pow!" he yells as he rides around the living room with eyes half covered by a hat.
He has a fondness for all hats. For example, he put on a "hat" a few days ago and came into my bedroom saying, "Look at my hat!". This is what I saw on his head when I looked up from doing some college work:I had to follow him into J's room to get a picture. You would think he wouldn't try to run around with his eyes covered, but he does. Then when he runs into the wall, he will pull it off his head and say, "I'm ok".
Here is another example of his hat obsession. When my mom and I were at Kohl's the other day, he was wanting to make a "hat" of the underwear as he attempted to pull it off the hanger. I placed the underwear back on the rack and then I placed Michael in the stroller as I explained to him that it was not a hat.
My kids can be KrAzY at times and I love the entertainment that they provide on a daily basis. Hopefully my husband and I can keep them on the right path as they grow up. I would hate for them to be like the guys that broke into the local gas station to just take a couple packs of cigarettes. Hello?! If you are going to risk going to jail at least take something besides just cigarettes. So, the people of our town had to look at the eye-sore after the burglary whenever we went to the gas station.
Cardboard does wonders for the overall look. I will never understand what goes through people's heads at times. Hopefully, we can effectively teach our children the difference between right and wrong, so they won't do something so silly.
I am just going to enjoy every moment that my children are little. It won't be that way for long and I get to take some pretty awesome pictures. They let me do my test to see if they need a haircut and then I get to take a picture. They are SO going to hate me when they are old enough to start dating.
I am such an awesome mom, huh? I figure it is only right to do to them what my father did to me. He made it his life mission to embarrass us once we started dating. I feel I am obligated to continue the tradition.
I love my life and the little town I live in. I have a wonderful husband and two great kids. Enjoy every little thing in life and carry a camera with you at all times. You never know when you will get a terrific picture. Until next time....
SGC
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