Having Kids is like Living in a Comic Strip

Or on those really bad days…  Having kids is like being pecked to death by a killer chicken.

On any given day you can take your pick…heck, on any given moment you can take your pick!

Some days your child lays down and screams like he or she is dying… 

When Miss Samantha was two she decided to have a fit and layed on the floor kicking and screaming for a good 1/2 hr.  Her Dad came in and told me to “do something with her” (that’s a whole separate “hrmph” story).  I was ignoring her, going about my business of making dinner.  So I moved her to her bedroom, which also doubled as a guest room.  It held not only her crib, but a double bed.  I sat her on the bed and told her to come on out when she was done.

Half an hour later she was still screaming.  Needless to say I went to check on her…

This beautiful, funny, normally sweet 2-year-old had ripped everything off the bed…blankets, sheets, mattress cover…pillowcases off pillows…you name it.

I stood there speechless.  Mouth open.  Big eyed.  And my first thought was:  ‘I don’t want to deal with you when you get PMS!’

This would be an example of the ‘raising children is like being pecked to death by a killer chicken moment. 🙂

Now hold on here…I have to say that Samantha is an incredibly easy teenager.  (My only fear for her now is that she’s becoming a hoarder…a personal joke we recently laughed about!)  You can read more about her wonderfulness in this post: My Daughter Sam

And then there are moments that they are the sweetest, most innocent little beings on earth.

Then again, there’s the “having kids is like living in a comic strip” side:

When they say things like Elena did the other day (ok, she’s not my child, but she’s my daycare kid…I think that’s close enough)

We were sitting on the couch with Gabi and they were playing.  All of a sudden Gabi said:  “Mom did you hear what she said?”  I replied…”No” then turned to Elena and said “What did you just say?”

She looked me in the eye with all her 2-year-old self-assuredness and said “I said cwaaap!”

And then there was one Halloween with Alex, who wanted to go trick or treating as Murphy Brown…she was approx. 8.  (She’s always been an old soul.)  I dressed her up in one of my business suits and gave her my briefcases (to collect her candy in).  The laughter moment came when she knocked on a door and the owner opened it to say:  “Oh look at you – what are you supposed to be?”  Which brought Alex to say “I’m Murphy Brown!” – with a disgusted look on her face and a tone asking ‘are you stupid?’!

There’s more Alex moments at:  To My Alex 

And then the Gabi  moments…

This child who is so much like her father (the math teacher and basketball coach).  One bedtime I heard them heading up to Gabi’s room (Tim was tucking her in) and they were doing math problems all the way up the stairs.  I ran over and said “What ARE you doing?  We usually sing lullabies at bedtime…or read a book!”  They both looked at me smiling and said “We’re doing math!”

Yup.  Tim’s daughter.

I guess I know where Sam gets her ‘La, La, La – head in the clouds – carefree behavior and attitude’ – ME!

I’m sure I’ll think of more funny moments…

Stay tuned!

{This is why a woman stopped me in the grocery store the other day and not only told me how much she enjoyed my blogs, but how “I’m glad I’m not one of your daughters!” – Thanks Jude!}

Have a GREAT day!

Patty O

ps…I just got my computer back up and running…I’ve missed you!

pps…Thank you to Pinterest for the photo!  I tried to find out who posted it…does anyone know how to do that?  Because I couldn’t figure it out!  HELP!