Lord, please grant me patience to deal with my blessings...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Top 3 Reasons I’m Barely Updating the Blog

1. Jace has two distinct modes...compulsive DS gamer or "what can I do to annoy the ladies in my life?" (a.k.a. Mom, Hallie & Emerie...no one is safe). I was trying to do some sit-ups the other morning, but didn't get far because I first had Emerie climb on my stomach and then I was rewarded with Jace continually banging me on the head with a video game box. Can you say, "super fun!?!" So, I have to continually ask myself, "Do I want to foster a gaming, social reject in order to have some quiet time or do I suffer through the wiles of my sinister 4-year-old?"



2. Who needs conditioner when you can use cheese soup, cold cereal or really anything that comes in a bowl and can be dumped on one's head? These options, unfortunately, do not rinse out quite as easily.


3. Heaven help me if I happen to leave open the pantry doors or leave something in chubby little arms reach of my little tornado. She's dumped all the good stuff...multiple times...cocoa, powdered sugar, m&m's, etc. If it's a super pain to clean up, well, then that's what she's looking for. We watched "Marley and Me" this weekend, and we decided she is the toddler form of Marley. I'm sure she'd poop in the ocean and tear up the couch with her teeth if we gave her the chance.


So, between running around trying to keep up and finding time to mend my mentally unstable self, I haven't found a whole lot of time for blogging. I’m guessing you probably thought I would list ALL three of my children, yet I only mention two…well, let me clear it up for you…when it comes to destruction and mental stress, Emerie delivers as if she were two individual monsters. She is the most devious 20-month-old I’ve ever met….or should I say, “dealt with.” Quick example…while Kevin is working on his laptop on the couch Emerie will pull out the power cord, so he’ll have to wrestle with her to get it back, but as soon as he gets the cord, she will hurry and put her finger over the hole where he needs to plug it back in. Seriously, no lie.
I keep asking myself why she can’t say anything more than “uh-oh” when she has such advanced scheming skills. She has definitely drained me of any feeling of control I thought I had. I think by sheer mind-power she willed my first crazy, gray hair to pop two inches out of the top of my head. What can I say? Children are amazing creatures.