Have I told you about our first parenting-two failure? The day we brought Tim home from the hospital (which was the day after he was born, so July 4, 2007) was it. Tim was in his swing in the office, minding his own business. We (parents) were in the kitchen, I don’t know, eating? Anyway. Tim started being complainy. We didn’t jump right up, because, we’d been through this before and we were less anxious about every sound and twitch. After a little more complaining, we asked Tara (who was in the office with Tim) if he was ok. She said, yes, but Tim was being loud and she couldn’t hear the TV. So we went in to investigate.
Apparently, since Tim was the same size as Tara’s babydoll, she figured he was just the right size for hauling around…and so she did. She got him out of his swing and hauled him up onto the couch. Where he began complaining. Yea, he was less than 48 hours since birth.
First failure at parenting two.
And there have been quite a number since then…but no need to embarass myself further (and cause any faintness among the more anxious in my readership).
But a few days ago, while I was on the phone – blissfully enjoying the fact that there wasn’t a child hanging on my leg or interrupting my conversation in any other way – this happened:
Apparently there was a popcorn party. And since I was on the phone and they have been scolded in the past for interrupting, they carried on without inviting me.
Moments like that are when I am happiest to have a dog. Instant vacuum.
God bless those little ones that keep us on our toes!
Ha!!! That is hilarious!!
HA, HA! That’s awesome! Sorry you had to clean that all up, but it would be fun to throw popcorn around and then crunch it into the carpet! When I was little we had shag carpet and I was making it rain indoors with the gravel from the fish tank. My mom made me clean it up without the help of the sweeper!
Hehe…the bubble over Tim’s head is saying, “Ooooo Tara… you’re so gonna get it!”
And don’t worry about 2nd child scars….mine has a million and I can tell you firsthand…it makes them EXCELLENT wrestlers!
I’m pleased to see that it was a pants-optional occasion. Those are really the very best kind of party.
Parental mistakes are why kid’s skeletons are mostly cartelage, don’t you think?
The popcorn reminds me of Brent and I having chocolate Easter egg wars in our room. The small solid chocolate ones could really sting. And get lost easily. And attract bugs. Mom was mad.
I was in on that one.
I would sneak across enemy lines and grab your eggs and take them to Brent. I don’t know why I sided with him, he didn’t even like me.
It resulted in the silverfish infestation. *jibblie*
I hate silverfish.
We have friends in MN that hated them so much, they called them the name of the dreaded substitute teacher. That’s the only way Arron and I can referred to them now.
I must admit that when we’ve had silverfish, I didn’t do anything about it. They have always come in the laundry room, and didn’t get into anything. And then they’ve gone away. Have I exposed my family to some evil disease by my inaction??
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I love it when they mess up but at the same time, had finally learned that lesson you’d worked for ages to teach. The irony.
Lesson – silence is deadly when it comes to mobile children.