Too quiet to be a good thing.

Silence in our house is never a good thing. It means Pierce has locked himself in the bathroom and is huffing hairspray, painting his fingernails, and eating children's toothpaste. How come parenting magazines don't cover real life issues like this?

Don't worry about me...

Cody figures I used my entire sympathy card last month when I pushed an 8 lb baby out. Not only is he not offering me any sympathy for my 7:30 am root canal tomorrow, he went and booked his final surgery on his leg for the afternoon so that nobody else will either. Talk about stealing my pathetic thunder.

Let's go streaking!

Sometimes ignoring certain behavior my not be the best parenting method. Because if I'm not going to pay attention, a kid like Pierce will take the behavior out onto the front door step to see if the neighbours will respond. This is especially embarassing since the behaviour is stripping down, waving each clothing item in the air and then streaking, all while laughing hysterically.

Thankful.

It's so easy to get caught up in the chaos of wild kids, wiping bums and folding laundry, and even start to feel sorry for myself. Until a little old lady gets teary eyed and reminds me at the grocery store how quickly these years go by, how beautiful my baby is, and that she hasn't heard from her children in months. I promise, tomorrow I will wipe bums with a smile on my face.