My children chose today to drive me crazy. Well, not just today, but today in particular. They must know the best time to do horrid things or even little things that will drive me especially nuts. How do they know that? Is it a sixth sense that I passed to them through the umbilical cord?
We went to see the beautiful three week old Aidan today. Man, is he sweet! Luckily, my children were awful enough for his cuteness not to have too terribly much effect on me... Not only did my hideous daughter who we unknowingly and unwittingly taught to talk and be herself not have a nap today, but she also didn't nap on the way home in the van. Ephraim thinks it is very funny to throw a fit every chance he gets if something is even remotely not the way he thinks it should be. The floppy syndrome is a very big part of this.
Right now they are both banished to their room.
I am proud of myself though, I refrained from telling them, "Just you wait until your father gets home!"
So, Keyzia escaped from her room because she said she had to go poo... a common excuse to get out of her room, and she was crying for her puppy...
me: You need to stop right now, you are a big girl, and you are almost three years old!!
Keyzia: I'm not three! I'm only a little two!!
Why oh why did we teach the child to count?