They just haven't received the memo on all that perfection encompasses. Either that...or God was trying to remind me that no one is perfect...not even MY children...so I shouldn't set my expectations so high.
My children were perfect as of about 7:30 last night...that's at least what I told Chris as we were going to bed...
Me: Our kids have finally completed the circle of perfection...they've been sleeping through the whole night for a while now!
Chris: Perfect? What about all their fighting and screaming and not listening?
Me: Oh, that's just normal kid stuff...so that doesn't count.
2:30 a.m. rolled around and my (now decidedly) imperfect children decided to get me up not once, but twice.
Me: Honey, can you go fix them? I've already been up twice.
Chris: Remember your comment before you went to bed? Well, I think you jinxed us.
Well no sh*t! Seriously, I'm never saying a single nice thing about those kids again...because they'll just find a way to prove me wrong!
Here are my children being the perfect little posers for our Christmas cards...
Ayris looking happy, Asher looking annoyed...
Asher looking happy, Ayris being annoyed...
Mommy getting annoyed because Ayris won't shut her mouth long enough to take a good picture...
Asher making a face...at this point, I'm not sure we'll EVER get a nice family picture when we have two more kids to add and we can't even get our already perfect angels to participate. Bleh...perhaps perfection is overrated. That's what I'll keep telling myself while raising these children...
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