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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Will trade 3 year old for my sanity...

Chris and I were just talking the other night about how we're not sure how the term "terrible two's" came along...we both thought that age was fine...it's like anything 3 and older and you might as well just hunker down with the idea that you're life is probably going to be miserable during the waking hours while you're around this little person...

Ayris has become a challenge...to say the least. Every single day, I hear the words "why is she so psycho?" floating through my brain. It's like that phrase is on repeat...sometimes mixing it up..."Why is she so psycho? Seriously psycho? Like certifiably psycho?"...

She doesn't want to listen, she cries and whines all day long...she does things to annoy her brother so I not only have one crying child but two. It is insane.

A friend of mine just wrote on her facebook: isn't it funny how your child can make u feel stressed all day then u look at them asleep and realize you love them more than anything in the world!

So true...I've alluded to something similar in the past...that I find myself appreciating them AFTER they've fallen asleep. It's the first chance that I have time to actually form a thought...demon child by day, angel baby by night.

I've also said before that it must be really tough to be a kid (even though it might seem like the ideal spot in life to an adult) but it's sometimes tough to be a parent to a child who thinks it's tough to be a kid.

But, still, I am thankful...that she is healthy and has the ability to be difficult with me. My mom sent me this video below a long time ago...which at the time sucked because it was depressing and IS depressing but...this too makes you thankful for what you have versus, what you don't have (i.e. the perfect child...the one who doesn't wake you up at the butt crack of dawn screaming bloody murder because there is poop at the bottom of her bed...when really, there is no poop in the bed or anywhere else...must've been a REALLY real dream about poop!)



Children are a miracle...no matter how much grief they can give you =)

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