Okay, so I’ll spare you from most of the reasons. I do really love my kids, though. Yes, they drive me to the brink of insanity almost daily, but they are the reasons for the highest peaks of joy, too.
I couldn’t get those suckers OFF when Sunday rolled around. Unfortunately, that meant they were sporting tats to church.
Mason is just plain silly. The kid just radiates fun (unless he is having one of his moments where he is flailing on the floor throwing an ear-piercing fit). We went to the Dublin Rec Center to swim. Instead of putting his clothes in the cube, Mason put himself in. Weirdo.
Corinne is coming of age. That has lots of different meanings. She whined on Saturday when I asked her to put her laundry away. I decided it was time for the “I am not your slave, I am your mother” lecture. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and put her laundry away. Ugh. On the other hand, she is so helpful and loving to her brothers. She gives them instructions for the day on how to be good boys while she is waiting for the bus then blows them kisses as the bus pulls away. The other day I captured this:
She and Ethan had decided to watch a movie together, but Ethan fell asleep. She was so proud of her ability to “mother.” She is a good girl with crazy teeth.
Ethan is plain insane. I honestly don’t know what this kid has for breakfast (okay…I do know what he has for breakfast, but apparently it affects him differently than the rest of us) that causes him to go into hyperdrive. My goodness! He is a sponge these days and wants to be just like his older siblings. Here is a prime example of him showing what he learned from Mason:
He’s just so stinking cute. Especially now that he is talking in sentences. He is adorable to listen to!
Being a mother to these kids is an honor. I feel like I should give them a gift on Mother’s Day for allowing me to be their mom. I couldn’t be happier…