As much as we want to sit and communicate with our spawns of Satan, to talk it out, to discuss the situation calmly and rationally, they will stare blankly over your head, at the wall behind you, at the fly on the window and then insist they were listening. Ask them to repeat back what you just said and it's instant amnesia.
At the ripe old age of 28, I still, sincerely, don't know how I feel about having kids. Not about other people having kids -- that I know (no more than two and for God's sake don't helicopter parent, it creates MONSTERS and someday one of them will have to be PRIME MINISTER!).
Here is the mash up between my mental narration and the dressing room text messages between my sister and I (she was watching my two children) during my big day out to "stock up on maternity clothes."
Tricky toddlers strike again. This mom explained that her toddler climbed up onto the counter and eviscerated her potted
The Threenager has two favourites to pick: the skin around her fingers and, of course, her nose. What kid doesn't like to pick his nose? About a year ago, I decided I would try a different tactic with trying to stop the nose picking...
We don't always know why our kidlets are about to lose their minds, but if we know what's coming, we can at least batten down the hatches and weather the coming storm, instead of getting drenched with nary an umbrella in sight.
If your child is anything like mine, he can sleep through the apocalypse, once he's deep in sleep. Seriously, 15 minutes into a nap, the fire brigade could pull up in front of our house with sirens wailing, and he wouldn't do anything more than sigh deeply and roll to one side. However, falling asleep requires a special kind of silent juju that I still haven't got straight, after two kids.
Dear Kristin Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez. First of all, let me congratulate you on your success. A hit Disney movie, two Oscars, an American Music Award, a big single...it's wonderful and awe-inspiring. But I think I can speak for all parents when I ask you to never compose music for a children's movie, ever again.