So this weekend we descended on Hannah’s household.
I’m fairly sure of two things. 1, if they were unsure about stopping at 2 kids, they’re REAL sure now and 2, they have Nova Scotia on high alert for when we enter the province.
My children don’t socialize much. Like, at all. And they certainly don’t get to play with cute little boys who like Cars and trains. And they NEVER get to have sleepovers.
In a nutshell, my children were on their Rambo setting-loud, overpowering and smelly. And I could see the look in the eyes of two parents who already don’t sleep much.
“Dear lord, what have we let into our house.”
I know that my kids are fairly intense little creatures. They play hard, and push push push. As someone trying to raise women who won’t take any shit, I likely encourage that a fair bit. And they aren’t usually around other children or parents. I don’t usually have to worry about moderating things. Nor do I realize what little shits they can be until I step back and look through the eyes of other parents.
But after the 3rd time of someone having to yell after my monkey child to stop her from leaping 8 feet, you realize that your desire to raise a free spirited willful woman may be working a little better than planned. When the little boy comes out crying because Vivian has ordered him out of his own room and into the kitchen, you realize that you don’t really have much to worry about, aside from a vague worry about something like the Jonestown Massacre occurring under the hands of one of my children.
New situations tend to bring out the most frenetic and crazed behaviour in my children. Some kids get shy. Mine ask “Are we going to meet Hannah Montana?” They are genuinely loving, caring, curious little girls.
They are also, many times, irritating, yappy, ulcer inducing little monsters.
I love them either way, it’s just a lot to take suddenly, especially if the cute ball of a baby is coughing and unhappy and wanting take out constantly.
Hannah? Next time, you guys come here so Issac can seek and destroy in their room. 🙂
Photo taken by H.R.H of the Camera, SweetSalty Kate who dropped by in the morning…anyone who doesn’t think I’m in for it in about 10 years is blind or crazy.
Spin Me I Pulsate 
Mine doesn’t get to socialize with other kids either – she would love some frenetic, crazed playmates.
Now if only I could pull my shit together…
LMAO! You are so screwed.
When you guys left, Isaac crawled off to my room and slept for three hours. He also went to bed a half hour early.
It was a learning experience, that’s for sure. 😉
Attention internets: they are cute kids. I personally would be worn to a frazzle trying to keep them from leaping to their death, or running out into traffic, or electrocuting themselves. I’m afraid Thor and Mogo will be old and grey by the time these two are grown. 🙂
Well, at least you got some quiet time out of it. 🙂 Poor Issac. Little dude didn’t know what hit him.
Mine slept most of the way home, got to play at the park and finally passed out around 9:30. Their ability to keep moving at all hours is what’s gonna kill us.
yep, you’re in for it. 🙂
but oh how i would’ve loved to have met the wild crew and Isaac and seen my tiny boyfriend James again…nom nom nom. and the mamas, of course, and the dads. i hope there was alcohol?
I guess there are reasons people have been afraid of strong women, lol.
Strong women who know when and how to be gentle are even stronger — gentleness from strength is much awesomer than gentleness from doormatness.
Yes maam. And that’s the hardest thing to teach.
Criminey your baby looks exactly like you – They are precious but OMG you can just scrape the mischief off that picture!!
You have no idea. Hannah is never coming near us again. 😛