I will do my part to keep the stuff going.
These are some pics from Sunday and the blue bee, of course!
Okay, if there is someone out there who knows what this is:
Please leave a comment, cuz' it's giving me the creepies to think about a bee and a fly hooking up.
Ethan has been begging me to do a family easter egg hunt, so I finally gave in.
I realized (soon after all the eggs were found) that all the doe eyed whiny persuasion was merely a means to an end. candy, Candy, CANDY!
They ate 4 bags of candy, miraculously stuffed into a mere 40+ small eggs.
We actually had (hidden) left-overs, but in the time it took us to blink, they had found it and gorged it all.
What I don't understand is how they didn't get sick at all. I was nauseated after 5 pieces of candy. And I have a sweet tooth. Bad. sweeeet tooth.
Needless to say, We have to restrict most sweets at home for the sheer volume of insane requests (and perilous acrobatics) to procure said sweets.
"Mom, can I have a treat for not hitting baby Lilli?"
("I dunno, do I get a paycheck for not yelling at you?" incoherent whisper)
"Mom, can I have a treat?, I wiped myself!"
("Good, cuz I wasn't going to wipe you" muttered, while I wipe the pee off the floor.)
"Mom, you said I could have it"
"No, I said and I meant....",
"Yes, you did, you said I could have it"
Replay same conversation 4 times.
I insisted that he couldn't WITHOUT being totally crazy. (How futile is it to argue with a 3 year old about what you said, versus what you meant?)
Yes, power struggles with most anyone are fruitless and annoying. No matter how old they are.
Now the perilous acrobatics they engage in about 17 times a day: EVERY.SINGLE .DAY.
Would you like to know what they do?;
They climb the cabinets, get on the counter, SCALE the fridge, dodge the assortment of healthier foods and reach about 4 feet past their actual size, into a tall pantry that I cannot even reach.
What do I do? Applaud their physical strength and climbing skills and relish in their tenacity, their determination? Or do I just throw away the treats? Neither! I do nothing to change it, I keep hoping they will learn, without getting hurt.
The way they giggle at me, (me looking up at them from 4 feet below their feet), my reaction is such a mixture of frustration and apathy and..... Pride.
I know, I know, they could break their skulls but dang, I really don't worry about them starving to death, because they are so....... (insert a word to describe my kids)
They remind me of monkeys, but in a good way!
Of course, if I could just get them to bend down and pick up a few toys, so that I don't break something when I trip.......
You know the worst part? We still have 2 more easter egg hunts this weekend! How do I keep them away from all that candy!? I'm starting to think they think Easter is Candy Time, not the resurrection of Jesus.
I don't know if this old video will load but if it does, don't worry, no one gets hurt!
I had to show a picture of my mom's cool hair;
