Thursday, February 28, 2013

Wait Until I Tell Your Mother!


This morning started out no differently than any other recent morning . . . crazy.
Be kind, they may have a toddler at home. ~The Quirky Confessions
I have to say, these days, I'm finding it harder and harder to stay in with my two busy girls. Getting out of the house is worth the morning struggle, most of the time. Wrestling with them to get clothes on, eat breakfast and get out the door at a reasonable time is a challenge. However, it’s far better than the alternative of watching them scale the bookshelves, climb the end tables and pull the plug protectors out of the walls! And, did I mention, they are quickly mastering the art of taking down the child proof gates?
A trip out of the house gives the cat a bit of a break too, a break from the constant "hugs" and tail pulling doled out by the girls. We have been working on learning the meaning of the word "gentle". In their eyes “gentle” means hugs and kisses. “Gentle” from a cat’s stand point probably seems quite smothering but, from an adult’s stand point these hugs really are the best. I am counting down the days till winter is over. The novelty and thrill of activities such as using markers, making Play-Doh and Lego creations and playing with indoor toys has worn off
It could be worse, I could be Caillou's mom! ~ The Quirky Confessions
Today’s plan was to venture off to Target in search of some new sippy cups. Charlotte has taken a liking to biting the tops off most of the ones we have. I'm chalking that up as a side effect of teething (only 4 more to go, then her molars!). The cups definitely needed replacing. When I got their coats Charlotte was eager and anxious to get out of the house while Lanie sat there and insisted on finishing up an episode of the show Caillou. (A show I promised myself that I would never let them watch . . . but I cracked).

For those unfamiliar with Caillou, he is a whiny little cartoon boy who does nothing but throws fits until he gets his way. A toddler watching Caillou is probably the equivalent of an adult watching Jerry Springer. Pure trash . . . why did I crack? . . . Why? Because this is the ONLY show they will sit down and watch. I'm not a huge TV person and neither are my kids but if I can find something that will keep them quiet and entertained without moving for a 1/2 hour straight so that I can take a shower then so be it. Even so, I'm still not sure this is a wise decision since I often hear Lanie refer to Charlotte as "Rosie" (Caillou's little sister). . . I swear if she starts whining like him, I will pull the plug. I'm not going to beat myself up over this though, it's a half hour show, it makes them laugh and, unlike Caillou's mother, I rarely give in. So, needless to say, today's episode of Caillou was cut short for Lanie so that we could head off to Target.


Wait Until I Tell Your Mother! ~ The Quirky Confessions
Our Target adventure was something else. Yesterday a Facebook friend posted this saying: "When my kids act up in public I like to yell, "WAIT UNTIL I TELL YOUR MOTHER!" and pretend they're not mine." I got a good chuckle over it but never imagined myself using that phrase the very next day. Then, there we were, in the middle of the check out line at Target and out it came. I'm not sure what brought me to that exact point. Maybe it was because Lanie was on the verge of throwing a tantrum over the fact that I would not buy her a Spanish speaking Dora the Explorer guitar. Or, maybe it was because Charlotte had managed to finagle herself out of the child safety strap in the shopping cart and was pulling this insane balancing act while standing up. Of course that happened while I was trying to distract Lanie from pulling the chocolate and gum off of the shelf beside us. Next thing you know, out of my mouth comes, "WAIT UNTIL I TELL YOUR MOTHER!", Charlotte quickly sat down. Lanie, on the other hand, rolled her eyes at me and yelled out "MOMMMMY!", I was busted. Oh well . . . I shook it off, paid for my sippy cups and walked over to Starbucks where I treated myself to an iced mocha frappuccino, which I did not share.
At the end of the day I remind myself that they are two spunky little girls who simply act their age. Even though I swore under my breath far more than I should have today, I laughed just as much.


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