Ode to the Children In My Life

Dear Boys,

I can't believe you haven't picked up on this yet, but the thing that drives mommy the most bananas is when you scream (at each other, at me doesn't matter).  I have far less patience for it then you think.

If you scream about something you are almost immediately not going to get it.  Even if it would have been a legitimate request or it really was your turn.

Even if it was your turn, or your brother was driving you crazy, hitting is not ok.  I do not hit you when you drive me bananas. Please have the same respect for one another.

Please stop fighting with one another. Your piece of Grandma bread is no bigger then your brothers. How do I know? I now weigh them on the scale.

When I say no, I mean no. Once upon a time the crying and begging worked. It no longer does. At. all.

Your mama is every bit as stubborn as you are.  Where do you think it comes from?


Dear Stella,

There are some things that I am confident you will eventually figure out...

If you continuously grab the boys' food at the table, you will then be relegated to eating your breakfast in your high chair. End of story.

I can't defend your right to go into the playroom when they are watching the computer if you only want to slam the keys and pull it away from them.  If you just play with everything else in there I totally have your back.

If you hit Grant with your sippy cup in the car(and I know this is on purpose darling little one because it's ONLY Grant that you hit) then you get your sippy cup taken away from you.

I know that you don't love being buckled into the cart at the grocery store.  But you also won't stop trying to climb out of said cart so you leave me no choice.

I go to the bathroom by myself.  No amount of hitting the door and yelling at me will change that.  You are fine for the few minutes this takes I assure you.

I am almost completely immune to bottom lip action. P.S. Grant's was TOTALLY better.


I love you all,

Love,

Mom/Auntie Karen