today is immunization day for my 1yr old girl.  i think the only thing I am actually concerned about is that my son and daughter are sensitive to one another's feelings.  This is great, I had prayed for that, but on days like these, it's is like fuel on a fire.  she will cry then he will be so upset at her misery that he'll join in and she'll cry even harder.... and the cycle continues.  We'll see how it goes.  My daughter also has a bit of a black eye.  She is not quite walking but is climbing up on things and walking around them.  The other day she tried to climb her wooden high chair and her hand slipped so she whacked the bone on the bottom side of her eye.  Lets just say that she wasn't pleased about it.  Even still, she was completely over it in about 2 minutes.   I'm always amazed at how resiliant and tough little kids are.  I guess they almost have to be with all the falling, and banging and crashing they do.  It's rare if my son doesn't have a bruise on his shins.  He is so crazy and he doesn't always pay attention the way he should.  I have to say I'm gld though when someone asks me how they got a particular bump or bruise b/c then at least I can explain and then I get the nod and the sigh that says "oh yeah, I've been there, my kids always had mishaps..."  It is actually helpful for me too just knowing that I'm not the only one and that my kids are not exceptionally clumsy or that I'm not negligent. So now for anyone reading this you can all feel better about yourselves knowing that some mom out there (me) has a kid with a black eye and another with a scrape on his head and a bruise on his shin - you and your kids are not the only ones who suffer from the clumsy kid syndrome!

Yesterday was a good day, in regards to my previous blog entry.  I was a bit afraid when my son first woke up though.  For some reason he was adamant about not going pee.  He clearly had to go, he was hopping all over, clasping himself and making frantic "I have to pee" noises.  It was as if it would be far too great an inconvienience for him to go.  He was getting so annoyed and frustrated and he was refusing to go.  This has happened before with wet results.  I had to make him go.  It's funny that he didn't want to waste time going to the bathroom yet he actually wasted more of his play time by prancing around trying with all his might to hold it in.  But after he finally went all was well.  He was so well behaved and polite.  It was so refreshing for me.  Perhaps the previous evenings consequences made a difference, or maybe he just woke up happier.  Who knows.  The day before we spent the day at Science World which he loves then after my husband got home he was really whiny and rude about going to the park.  This is something my husband usually does with him.  But sometimes there are other obligations that have to be taken care of also.  Anyways, he just kept freaking out and in the end he was not able to go out with daddy.  my daughter and husband went out without my son.  Even though I had to deal with the fall out I was so glad.  I just hate rewarding bad behavior.  So maybe the fall out from not going to the park had an impact on yesterdays attitude.  Whatever it is I'm grateful.  He is such a pleasure to be around most of the time that he takes me off guard when he's grumpy.  I have to say that I am so glad that I married a man who shares the same thoughts on parenting.   What  a huge area in your life.  if we were not in sync about it I can only imagine how difficult it would be. 

OK, now where is my little one and what has she gotten into?   I better go find out or I could be writing another blog about the caous she creates.

Some days sure seem challenging.  My son is 4 and challenging almost everything right now.  I find it so frustrating at times.  I just feel like I'm gonna go wacko if I have to repeat myself for the 7th time.  I look at my daughter who isn't talking yet and I think, ahhh, she' s so easy right now.  But she also has her moments and they are usually at about 3 am and 6 am.  Am I going to be able to handle it when they are both talking and battling me?!  I just have to say "Lord give me strength".  And he does but sometimes I think he gives me just the bare minimum.   Some moments I do all I can not to freak out.  It's a horrible feeling.  It's a guilty feeling.  One that makes you feel so bad for feeling such annoyance and frustration with your most precious gifts.  I love my kids to the moon and back and at times I can't even comprehend how deep my love is for them.  What extremes.  I know I'm not alone in feeling like this sometimes which is good.  The sweet relief of bedtime.  theirs, not mine.  How I love my couple hours of non-mommy duties between their bedtime and mine.  Like right now.  So now I'm going to stop talking about them and just go fill my head with unselfish, entertaining TV.   I'm feeling better all ready.

Tonight my husband peeked in on our 4 yr old son after he had gone to bed, I guess he was rumaging around in his room.  The conversation went kindof as follows:

Husband:  what are you looking for?

Son: little toys

Husband:  What kind of toys?

Son:  Little ones

Husband:  What are they made of?

Son:  Littleness

Where do kids come up with this stuff?!?  Of course it's way cuter when it's your own kid.  But still - littleness?  that is cute no matter whose kid it is.   I think b/c you can hear their little voice and see their funny facial expressions.  Both my kids have a ton of great facial expressions.  I'm actually amazed by the array of expressions.  As difficult as parenting can be at times, it's also so rewarding, at the strangest moments they can have you gutting yourself with laughter.  It is especially tough when you are trying to be serious and they are being funny.  A couple of years ago my son was having a bath and was trying to climb up the side of the tub while hanging onto the faucet.  I could almost smell an impending head injury.  I told him very sternly  "sit down!".  He did not listen, I repeated "Sit down or you're going to get hurt".  Again, no response.  I then began to count (something he usually responded to b/c if I got to 3 he'd get a small smack on his bum).  So I began "one........ two......."  and this is when he looked over at me with a mishevious grin and finished my counting for me  "three!"  he said and then followed it up with a goofy smacking of his own bum.  I had been trying to be so stern and serious and I was done for as soon as he did his own spanking.  I didn't even try to hold in my laughter.  He could have cared less, all he wanted was to climb up the tub.  I guess he thought he'd just get the formalities out of the way and get back to the buisness of climbing.  Monkey!!!  I'm a bit nervous, my 1 yr old seems like an even bigger monkey already.  I should just look at it as many many more opportunities for improving my sense of humor.