Musings of a Mother

It amazes me what I find humorous about my children. This makes me wonder on occasion if I am a good mother. Then I figure that my children are growing just fine and quit worrying about it. For example, I had just finished putting all the dishes away from the bottom rack of the dishwasher, when #2 Son came over. He grabbed the rack and pulled it out to himself and proceeded to hit himself in the face with it. I laughed. No, he did not hurt himself badly, but he wasn’t happy either. I proceeded to tell him not to do things like that if they hurt you and then continued putting up the dishes in the top rack. I just kept snickering the whole time because he stood there glaring at that rack.

Or when Son #1 came over with one of those suction cup hangers and try to stick in on his breast. Oh yaa… I’m breastfeeding #2 Son and also pumping. Hence the reason for this odd behavior from #1 Son. I really laughed when he did that. But this morning he topped it. I had just gotten the pump put together when he took the suction end and lifted his shirt and stuck it to his breast. Trying not to ROTFL, I explained only Mom could do that.

We got a box from our neighbor. Nice big box that once held a very large TV. Well, #1 Son now uses the clothes hamper (which is in the living room for the last 2 days while I try to do laundry) to climb up on top of the box. Yep, it is that big. In case you forgot, #1 Son is 3 feet tall. It is laying on its side so they can crawl in and lift the flaps to hide behind. Well he gets on top, lays on his stomach, reaches under the opening and pulls the flap out, slides to the back, sits up and slides his butt down to the flap causing the box to tip. It looks hilarious. When rereading this, it just doesn’t do it justice. Most of the time he lands on his feet.

Well, off to play with playdoh. More later on the ants and Mom ‘wigging’ out over the storm.

Posted by vw bug at August 30, 2004 11:39 AM | TrackBack