Nope, this post is not about poop. Although, I might have a bit to say on the subject.
My day's events can easily be grouped into 3 categories.
Oh Well. Oh Crap. Oh $%&!.
I was supposed to be out of the house 10 minutes ago in order to make it to the Dr. appointment on time. Oh well.
The boys have eaten dinner and are in bed. Now the adults need to do the same except there is nothing planned for a meal and the sheets are still in the washing machine. Oh crap.
I walk out the bedroom door and see that one of my children is hanging on, for dear life, to our dog as she attempts to head down the stairs and the other one is lifting up the toilet seat and plunking match box cars into the water. Oh $%&!.
I will, most definitely, hear one (or all) of these phrases come out of my children's mouth at some point in their life. Hopefully not before "I love you" but certainly before anything else charming or endearing. And one of the last 2 phrases will, most definitely, be said very loudly in front of (or to) my grandparents.
I don't know what life is like with girls. I like to think they sit around on pink puffs, orchestrating delicate tea parties, and carrying on meaningful conversations with their stuffed bear friends. However, after watching my 3 year old sister climb to the 2nd floor on the OUTSIDE of the staircase, I am assured that is not the case.
I know we all have that "holy crap, move quickly but slowly so as not to scare them but to grab them before they plummet to certain death". It starts with the moment you realize they are technically mobile. For months since they were born, they have laid perfectly still on any surface you place them. They sleep on the couch for hours and you can run to the bathroom confident they will be there when you return. But, one day, out of the blue, you come back to the horrific scene of your 2 month old dangling precariously off the edge of your couch. I swear, that is not where I left you!
It seems it only gets worse.
At the moment, the lack of true depth perception is the problem. They are so trusting and naive. But, just as I feared, trusting and naive turns to daring and fearless.
At the moment, we are somewhere in the middle.
Yesterday, my 1st gray hair moment:
We have a swinging gate at the top of the stairs. It was not latched all the way and twin A climbed up onto the door and it swung open over the top of the stairs, with him firmly attached.
No time to even say Oh $#&!, grab him.
He lives to swing another day. His eyes were as big as saucers. I couldn't tell if he was just in such disbelief of his great fortune to discover such a brilliant use for the baby gate or he was just in shock at how it all unfolded without any calculation. Maybe, he was just as terrified as I was.
Doubtful. When I caught my breath and finally stopped shaking, I put him down and he went right back and tried it again.
This, I know, is the first of many. Please share your moments and make me feel better!
BTW, the youtube video is of "Mutton Busting". The children's version of bull riding. My sister is begging my mom to let her try it. The 3rd rider is my favorite.
