Tuesday, January 22, 2008

They are plotting my downfall

It's been a delightful day of games. Except no one warned me to wear my helmet and full-body armor. When in Rome...They are in cahoots. They are plotting my downfall. Two children aged 3 and 4, such innocent looking angels, such marauders.

Stick your tongue out at Mommy, BOY! Stick your tongue out at Mommy! ...she shrieks with glee bordering on rapture.

Poop Poop, Mommy! Poopy Poop, Mommy! Crazy Koo Koo Poopy Mommy! ...screams BOY so full of mirth that he's practically drooling.

And one wonders why they call it fried Mommy brain. Would your brain be intact if you listened to this several times a day, as in... 100?!

Another thrilling competition played by two is the "Mommy is the Punching bag game." Otherwise known as running as fast as you can and ramming into Mommy, while screaming at the top of one's lungs and then laughing because it is OH so funny. For them.

And lest I forget there is the "let's dump cupfuls of water out of the tub and onto the floor bathroom game." Another 5 towels used to soak up the spill, no problem. I just LIVE for doing MORE laundry. How did they know?

Oh, yes, and then there's the "food toss from the table game." It requires great skill with or without the use of flying eating utensils.

I'm just SO proud that they are getting to be such great athletes in the Winter Games. So proud. And now I'm going to finish off this chocolate, take 2 aspirin and go to sleep for a whole 2 hours upon which I will be awakened by the "I'm SO scared, Mommy, I NEED YOU, MOMMY...I need you to SLEEP WITH ME game." I might as well face it. I'm becoming a very good loser. And waay out of shape to compete with these two Olympians.

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  1. Enjoy these games while you can. You don't even want to imagine the games teenagers play!

  2. Well, you wouldn't appreciate the great days, without ones like this, right?(Or something else supportive-I'm too tired to think of right now)

  3. You mean, mommy brain doesn't get better? Aaahhh.....

  4. my friend the doctor says that women lose 10 IQ points for every placental "experience" they endure. i've got to tell you that it is with no pleasure that i inform you that however worn out you are, you still have a leg up over me!!! :)

  5. Just channel the Chariots of Fire theme song. The finish line is a glass of wine when they fall asleep. Or something stronger.

  6. So, that's what it's going to be like with two? The baby's easy at this point. Dylan? Not so much, as I've documented the past few days. I don't even want to THINK about what it's going to be like around here in 12 or 18 months. Yikes!
    And right now? RAIN for 5 days in a row? No outside time? AAAHHHH!!!! This makes drinking Jack & Cokes in the early morning a VERY possible reality, doesn't it?

  7. I'm also a pretty darn good loser!! Having a 3 and 4 year old is worse I think than even having twins (meaning harder) - I know it can by trying - keep your chin up - you are doing a great job and they sound so adorable! See you soon. Kellan

  8. They learn to plot at such a young age...

    But I know you can outwit them; you've got what it takes.

  9. I think I have competed in most of these events, but my favorite was the laundry-inducing cupfuls of water out of the tub sport...let the games begin.

  10. and tomorrow morning it will be the "who can wake up the most hours before dawn game"


    very funny.

  11. And let's not forget "dump the kitty litter into the water bowl" dexterity test.

    My 2-year-old uses my neck for a security blanket. That reminds me, I need to cut his fingernails . . .

  12. Yes, the Olympic torch passes through our house with regularity. Most recently we had the "don't play tag with the swiffer" jousting event.

    Visiting from Slouching Mom.

    Must go. Hearing running water...


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