We are normal.!?

 So today I will be sharing my recent observations of several goings-on in the house.  Now let me explain, I DO see that these things are going on.  I may not take a step back and realize WHAT exactly it was until like, the Tuesday after it happened a few minutes later, but, well, I have a lot going on. 

**Disclaimer-No child/parent/cookie was injured in the writing/observing for this blog. **

• Daughter hates clothing.  HATES.  It is like as soon as we walk in the door at night after daycare, she comes in, and PANTS, SOCKS, SHOES OFF.  Shirt is optional.  She is, however, VERY interested in everyone’s belly button.  Or “Butt?” as she calls it when she is digging her finger so far inside MY belly button that she may have punctured something in there.  I have decided that she will be very good in the Science/Anatomy field. 

• Son is an instigator.  He thinks I don’t pay attention, but I do.  I watch him take Daughter’s food, toys, blanket, chair, whatever she is interested in at the moment.  He KNOWS she will scream.  He KNOWS she will cry fake tears.  He KNOWS she will call for me.  Oh the fun he has.  I tell him No.  He does it again 2 seconds later.  Truth???  I think his sister likes it.  She likes the ‘game’.  At least that’s why I tell myself.  My sister LOVED when we did that!  Right??  Yeah, I’m sure she loved it.

• Son sneaks food from his sister.  THE SAME WAY I SNEAK FOOD FROM HIM!!!!!  He comes in the living room and his cheeks are puffed out and cookie crumbs are spewing from his mouth.  “What are you eating?”  “MNUFNGINDFG”.  Oh really?  Can you whistle?  “I ASDHKFDON’T ASDGHJHOW” (Cookie mouth translation – I don’t know how.)  She knows he has a cookie in there.  Just like he knows when I have 2 brownies in there.  We all do it…..soon I will have to find a better way to sneak…like lock myself in the car.

• Daughter is already a ‘shoe-a-holic’.  She will take any and all shoes out of the closet, put them on, and strut her stuff like she is walkin’ the runway.  (All with no clothes on).  My boyfriend’s sneakers are her favorite.  They have bright yellow laces that she likes to have laced up her leg….she will grab a purse, head to the door and say “Bye, Bye!” 

So, to sum up, we have a good time.  Clothing optional, apparently, but whatever.  Are we normal?  Well, we are for us.  I mean, who has Toaster Strudel, Cheese, Graham Crackers, Oyster Crackers, Fruity Pebbles and Grape Juice for their dinner spread?  That’s right, WE DO!  Yep.  They let me be a mom.

Love & Stuff