A bunch of random tidbits, wrapped up into one...
1) There's something seriously wrong with me. Some of you may already be aware of that but this may be shocking for others, I realize.
For instance, Cole downloaded a game on my iPhone called "Ow, My Balls".
The point of the game is to keep the little cartoon guy up in the air long enough to land on things (mostly sharp, pointed objects, as well as hot BBQ's and birds with huge beaks), ultimately crushing his nuts.
Completely inappropriate for a 5-year old child? Most definitely.
Yet, I can't help cheering him on when he's racked up 246,000 points in just a matter of minutes.
That's some serious skill right there, people. And I don't want to discourage the development of excellent hand-eye coordination, do I?
2) At the same time, there's something seriously wrong with Tim. He has a problem with referring to Cole's...uh....private parts with its properly given term "penis". I kept telling Tim that one of these days he's going to be sorry.
But of course it's me who ends up speechless and embarrassed at the park one day when I overhear our well-meaning son tell another child, "You have to be careful not to hit me in my kickstand next time you throw the ball".
And, trust me, when the poor, confused kid asked what Cole meant by "kickstand", he had no problem explaining it.
That evening, for the final time, I screamed at Tim, "For the love of God, it's a PENIS, not a KICKSTAND!! Please refer to IT the right way!!"
It must be a guy thing...being all proud of your son who seems to be well-endowed for his age. But still....
3) When someone tells you that you will be HIKING through a WATERFALL what exactly do you envision?
Yeah, that's what I thought too. A huge waterfall...lots of rocks...running water...there's a good chance you will get wet.
And when that same someone tells you that you might want to wear water shoes or sneakers that you don't mind getting wet, do you show up wearing strappy sandals after you just got a pedicure?
See, exactly what I thought again.
In Tahoe, I invited my sister, her kids and her two friends and their kids to go HIKING with us along Glen Alpine FALLS. Apparently, they had envisioned a calm, smoothly-flowing stream running down a series of small hills.
Uh, no....when I said WATERFALL, I meant WATERFALL.
They were freaking out, watching their kids run amock on the rocks. My sister was upset that I was letting my own children, as young as they are, climb the rocks.
Yet, there were parents with kids the same age as my own letting their kids explore...and I couldn't help but think of my friend, Sharlene, who takes her young twins on all kinds of adventure (including walking on cliffs).
At one point, Tim did leave the kids alone on a rock, which I was upset about but the rest of the time, we explored the waterfall together...all hand in hand.
I could partially see why she was upset, especially with Garrett's head injury just a couple months ago.
She kept saying, "Someone's going to get hurt. Becca's already scraped her foot."
I got news for her...unless there's some way you can place your kid in bubble wrap and leave them locked in the basement for the rest of their lives without CPS having a major issue with it, the kids are going to get bumps and scrapes along the way.
Isn't it better for them to incur those bumps and scrapes while doing something fun and adventurous, while being closely supervised of course....rather than sitting on the couch with a bowl of chips in hand, while witnessing others experiencing life on television?
Then she said, "Uh, not to be a bitch but..." which isn't gonna be good because when someone starts a sentence off like that, you just know you're gonna end up thinking, "What a bitch...I can't believe she said that".
Finally, after arguing with her "Where's your sense of adventure?", we left with them and went to the stream profile at Camp Richardson.
Funny thing, though, while walking along the flat ground along the calm stream is where Garrett got hurt. Go figure...
Just a scraped knee...no cracked head, bulging eyeballs or anything of that sort.
4) On Tuesday, I got violently ill...not sure if it was food poisoning or a 24-hour stomach bug but I felt like death was hunting me down.
The kids were so worried and concerned. Kind of like the time when I fell from the bunkbed ladder while hanging a mobile for Bella.
While I was puking in the toilet for the 5th time in an hour, Landon was screaming at me, "Mommy, I need a shirt. Get me a shirt NOW!"
Bella was asking, "When you're done puking, can you take us to the pool?"
Cole repeatedly asked for another bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and Garrett was pissed that I couldn't summon enough energy to get off the bathroom floor long enough to change the channel on the tv for him.
God forbid, Mommy take a sick day for once in 5 years.
Can someone please tell me when kids are supposed to develop empathy for others because I'm a little concerned that I'm raising a bunch of future serial killers.
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