A Mama's Amusement

As a mother, I knew would there would be challenges, disasters, catastrophes [it really is this dramatic with a 3 year old boy and a 16 month old girl in the house] so on and so forth. Between smashed fingers, bee stings, scrapped knees and black eyes, it's been a rather painful, yet amusing journey so far. If they entertain me this much being so young, I can't imagine what hilariousness they'll provide in the years to come.

-Here are just a few things I've heard exit my mouth that on second thought made me laugh so hard I nearly produced tears-

"Why are there DVD's in the toilet?"

"Golf balls do NOT belong in the oven."

"Cat poop is not for playing with!"

"Stop chewing on the baby...."

"Here - give me your boogers."

"Stop eating live bugs and they'll stop biting your tongue."

"Get away from the dogs butt."


-I heard myveryown mama say these over and over again. I swore to never say them. Fail. Epic fail. I say them at least daily.-

"Because I'm the mom. That's why!"

"Don't make me pull this car over."

"Just wait until Dad gets home!"

-Quotes from Isaiah-

after hurting Jayme, Isaiah tell me "Isaiah hurt sister, but she's fine.

"Mama! My butt is huge!!"

"My is not cute. Sister is cute."

Jayme has reached the stage where she knows that if she does something she shouldn't, then acts cute [Example: saying "Lub lu (love you)", smiling and waving, or pulling her shirt over her face] she'll produce giggles from her mama thus avoiding extensive discipline.

Jon is fully capable of maintaining a straight face and proceeding with whatever consequence she's being dealt.

I, however, am not. When he's being serious with her, I have to leave the room so my bursts of laughter doesn't further encourage her comical misbehavior.

At the end of most days, I'm ready to distribute mild sedatives. Psh! Who needs bedtime stories (I joke. I joke). But really - after wiping noses, hands and butts all day long, I'm just plain exhausted. Not to mention the household demands. I'm still at a loss with the kitchen floor. I swear, it's dirtier AFTER I've mopped.

Back to my point. Day after day with the kids just wears you out. I'm pretty sure Mama needs nap time more than the babies do. But still the same, I wouldn't trade this hilariousness for the world. My babies wear me out via near constant amusement. Who needs cable with babies like these?