Do your kids ever say something that makes you want to crawl in a hole and die? Do they ever say something that make you question your parenting? That makes you wonder where you went wrong in your teachings? Gosh, we have those moments all the time now that our children have attitudes and minds of their own. I was flabbergasted last month when Hudson told me on the way home from a birthday party that he wanted some
Ofcourse, you've read in my past blogs about Paislee calling her brother an a$$hole. We're still working on that too. Cody came home from work a few weeks ago and asked who had put the teeth marks on the bar of soap that was on the counter. Take a wild guess. Little Miss Potty Mouth. But, she blew us all out of the water by the little fiasco she threw last week at the beach...
We had the best day. It was 75 and sunny at the beach. We played at the pool, played at the splash pad and of course built sand castles at the beach. That night after much begging, we agreed that we'd take them to the amusement park. Absolute heaven on earth for 2 5 year olds. I can't tell you how many times we rode the teacups, the train, or the carousel. They just couldn't. get. enough. We didn't get them to bed until 11. Ofcourse, most normal children would sleep in the next day. Not my children. Honestly, the later they go to bed, the earlier they wake up. Crazy, I know. I knew when I heard cries at 6 am coming from Miss P, that I was in trouble. It was a point of no return once she was awake. She is stubborn like her momma. She won't budge. I try to pick her up, and she yells for me not to touch her or talk to her. I promise my daughter isn't usually a brat, she is normally sweet and kind. She was just overly exhausted. Did I mention she has a temper too? Finally, I give up and let her be. Lying in the floor of the condo whispering fiercely and violently. Wondering what she's talking to herself about, I realize that I too, am exhausted. And too lazy to ask her. She finally settled down and agreed to venture out to Thomas's Donuts. It is a famous local donut shop in PCB, but the wait is always forever long. Typically, I wouldn't wanna fight the crowd, but let me remind you, I am 21 weeks pregnant with twins...and I love me a donut! :) So me, Miss Paislee, and baby Dax went to the donut shop so that we don't wake Daddy and Hudson. We waited in the line that was wrapped around the little building. Pais was finally back to her sweet self and telling me what kind of donuts were her favorite. It was Dax's turn to be a terror. He decides he doesn't like waiting in line while seeing people leaving with donuts in their hand. This was torture to his chinky little self. He was hungry...and he was MAD. I try to explain we have to wait our turn, but he doesn't want to hear it. He jerks my sunglasses off and begins to slap me in the face. "NOOOO.....MOMMMMMA!' Thanks Daxie Poo, I appreciate the love pat. Now, I'm getting the sympathetic looks. Poor pregnant girl. She looks a mess. She is sweaty and huge, and she obviously can't control her children. Moms, you know those looks. They're the worst. So, it was finally our turn. I chose the most delicious ones and wrangled my sweet little monsters back to the car. When we finally get back to the condo, I felt like I had just ran the New York Marathon. And girls, I do NOT exercise. If you see me running, you should call for help, because there is probably an emergency taking place. I get that gene from my momma. I laughed hysterically and uncontrollably at her in Best Buy at Christmas for picking out a fitbit as her gift. Ask her how much she has used it, y'all, hehehe. So you can imagine the panting I was doing. All the kids are in great moods now! My Hudson was all rested up, and my P had some time to wake up in the car. Dax had food, so Dax was good. It doesn't take a lot to please that little dude. I, excitedly, told Cody what I had picked for him at the donut shop. He proceeds to tell me that he thinks he'll just have fruit loops. I could think of a few not so nice things to say to daddy in that moment, but mommy holds back. I model grace and self control. But, I mean, seriously...what a jerk! I try to do something nice and this is how he pays me? By eating cereal? Hey Pais! I'm about to extend the vocabulary of your potty word list
20 weeks with Cubb and Cozi
I got WAY off topic. Anyone surprised? So later in the day, while out at the pool, P had a guilty conscience. "Mommy, I'm sorry about this morning. I already apologized to Jesus." What? Your fit this morning? It's ok, sweetie, I know you were tired. But, by the way...what were you whispering? " "I was saying bad, bad words to Jesus." WHAAAT??? I heard the gasps from you readers. Don't call CPS. Go ahead and start throwing the holy water at me now. I know. It's horrible. I tell her she better get on her knees and tell Jesus how sorry she is. And she never says bad words...ESPECIALLY TO JESUS! Cody and I decided that she believed this was the absolute worse thing EVER, that her 5 year old little self could do. Atleast she felt convicted and knew she had done wrong. But, shewwww. She sure knows how to keep us on our toes. Though, this incident was making me laugh on the inside, I kept my composure. I didn't laugh at all and told her how sad that made me, her daddy, and sweet Jesus. Let's just say, I think miss priss learned her lesson and will NEVER say a bad word to Jesus again. I almost left this story out, because I didn't want anyone thinking we were horrible parents. I swear, I have never said a bad word to Jesus, y'all. I'm pretty sure the big guy upstairs forgives us, and I'm pretty sure he has a sense of humor too.
To say we had an awesome vacation at the beach would be an understatement. We had amazing weather, awesome food, my hubby made lots of runs for tuna dip at the seafood market and decaf iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts. We ate seafood every night! We were all pretty content with each other's presence. Other than the
The moral of this story is that no one is the perfect parent. You can have all the awesome FB statuses you want making yourself sound awesome. The truth is, you probably are awesome! But, we all have our moments. We all have our days. Those little reminders from God telling us to "work on that." Thank God for his sweet grace, love, and forgiveness. I know after this past month, I need to hang a little sign that says "be careful little ears what you hear." Because my 3 sweet kiddos watch and listen very carefully to everything we say and do. But some of that stuff they come up with on their own and we have to show them grace too! I want to set a good example so they always know in their heart what is noble and right. On an end note, Pais asked this morning if I could dye her hair blue for her kindergarten registration this week. She wants to be a superhero, because that is their theme in Sunday school this month. Oh no, Kindergarten registration is THIS week. Maybe we could go on vacation again and
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