Snowed In and Stir Crazy

After this past weekend’s storm dropped a little over two feet of snow in our area I have been trying my best to keep my kids entertained. Getting outside has been a challenge. You know, typical half hour to get them geared up for the cold weather. Boots, hats, mittens, coats and scarves on, then . . . "I have to go potty". Take everything off, re-dress, you get the picture. My oldest would spend all day outside, while my youngest refuses to even touch the snow. They are polar opposites. I'll tell you this though, despite their differences they sure know how to team up and cause some serious chaos around the house.

Their latest playtime game is called "Hey Little Buddy". I have no idea where this came from but, out of nowhere, my oldest will refer to my youngest as "Hey Little Buddy". It seems as though this little phrase is a cue to immediately do the things that they should not be doing.

For example: “Hey Little Buddy, let’s climb the bookshelf. Hey Little Buddy, let's go into the cabinets and take out all of the food. Hey Little Buddy, let’s pin the cat down and try to dress him in doll clothes.” 

The mother of all examples happened yesterday. I found Charlotte standing on the small three inch ledge of the TV stand using the TV as support for her crazy balancing act. And no folks, I do not leave my kids unattended for long periods of time. I know better. This happened in the two minutes I left the room to go to the bathroom. 

Today, I had a mini meltdown over my washer or my dryer eating one of my kid’s socks. This happens often, and I hate to lose socks. Before I had the chance to really loose my cool Charlotte handed me the sock. It was on the floor under one of the lower cabinets. Then, Lanie rolled her eyes and told me to "relax". Hmm, I wonder where she got that from. Well hey, after all, it is good advice. I'm sure we're going to be losing a lot more than socks along the way. 

For now I'm going to sign off but, by the end of the week I have two goals to accomplish. One is to convince my youngest that she is not 18 so dancing on tables is a no go . . . and even then it wouldn't be okay. (I've caught her at least a dozen times shaking her groove thing on the coffee table.) Second, I need to work with Lanie on singing the correct lyrics to the song Baa Baa Black Sheep. For some reason she thinks the little boy at the end of the song is "so lame" when really, he lives "down the lane".

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