I know it’s
hard to believe that I actually have three kids. I mostly talk about the
youngest, Stella. It’s not that I don’t want to write about the older two, it’s
just that there are obstacles to that.
Maizie is
like the oldest daughter from the Osbournes (Aimee, you never saw her), much
like Ted; she doesn’t willingly participate in my shenanigans. Then there’s
Teddy, he desperately wants to be part of my blog, but I am frequently told, “I
better not read about that later on,” or “You are NOT putting that on You Tube.”
Therefore my options are limited to the little one, AKA my puppet.
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| I found this on my tablet, this was his sick day activity. |
Maizie
basically refuses to act like a kid. She also gets embarrassed very easily (she
will be mortified when she’s old enough to access this blog and read all the
things I’ve written). Well, mostly she’s embarrassed by me. My very existence embarrasses
her. The funny thing is, it only embarrasses her INSIDE the house. There was
one thing that happened outside.
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| She doesn't even like getting her picture taken. |
She didn’t
want to get her backpack out of the car and stood there as I was walking into
the house and told me to get it. WHAT? Are you all right? I started singing the
Dora Backpack song and she was getting disgusted with me. I calmly told her I
was going to sing louder and louder until she got it out of the car. So there I
am, singing “Backpack, backpack. I’m the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks
too. Anything that you might need I have inside for you. Backpack, backpack,”
as loud as I possibly could.
And in a
strange twist of fate, instead of being completely mortified by me standing on
the front lawn basically screaming a ridiculous song, she looked at me and
started laughing. I think that was the point that she realized all those
threats I had made in the past, weren’t just threats; they were warnings that
would quickly turn into reality. She got her bag and we went into the house. I
was very surprised she didn’t stamp her feet on the way in or slam the door and
try to lock me out.
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| A rare moment |
The most wonderful thing about motherhood and parenthood (and now grandparenthood for me) is the discovery that all of your kids are different... as in "did they all come from us" or what?! Love this story. AND it only gets better from here!
ReplyDeleteI love that you use embarrassment to get your kids to do things. It's a great tool we moms have.
ReplyDeleteAnd now I will be singing "backpack" all day. Thanks. :)
That was priceless...I now have the "backpack" song in my head. I prefer "click - take a pick"
ReplyDeleteI love it! I really want a third and this gives me the just amount of hope that I can pull it off,lol!!! Great mom you are!
ReplyDeleteI love this! I can so see myself doing what you did singing Backpack, glad to know most moms think alike! :) I've got my hands full with two little ones right now, not sure if I could handle three. Although, I'm thinking about it! :)
ReplyDeletePerfect! I love when a silly Mommy moment works just right! It takes endless, creative energy to parent!!! Way to go! I'm cracking up completely envisioning the scene!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh! I love silly things we do as parents. Someday our kids will find themselves doing something like this and total facepalm themselves!
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