The kid REALLY likes food!

4 year old: Do you like girls?

2 year old: No!

4 year old: Do you like boys?

2 year old: No!

4 year old: Do you like barbies?

2 year old: No!

4 year old: Do you like food?

2 year old: Yesh!!!

Officially 4, second edition

I forgot to mention that my middle child is now officially 4 years old… well, 4 years and 1 week old… the fact that I forgot to blog about it has nothing to do with him being the middle one, I promise! I may possibly have just been sleeping through everything – last week is sort of a blur, I only remember being exceptionally exhausted! Maybe I’ll tell you why sometime, if I remember…

Happy Birthday kid!

Ahh, Canadian spring!

Is it me, or is it really quiet in here?

So, today my almost 5 year old started his second year of school, and unlike his first time at kindergarten, I was not an emotional wreck, I was a tiny bit sad to let him go again, but mostly kind of relieved, as he can be somewhat of an unstoppable force, you know, screaming, fighting, demanding, complaining, constantly talking… ummm, where was I? Oh yes, I was ok with him starting school again, despite my moments of ‘mommy-ness’!

My second son did not cry this time, he’s 3 and a half almost now, so he understands what is happening, he just really wants to go to school though. I am thinking that I may send him, but I fear that he’ll pee in his pants and tell only his brother who will totally lose his mind!

Talk to me or I’ll cut your tail

Although this summer was not my first time caring for all my 3 kids full-time, it was certainly my most trying period. I think that school really changes a child, sometimes for the better, and sometimes for the worse, but mostly, because they grow accustom to having activities all day, they become bored very quickly when faced with no planned “fun”, which of course is especially challenging for a work at home mother.

As I struggle to be a mother and freelancer, I sometimes get to the point of complete and utter frustration, and at one of those times, from somewhere deep within the recesses of my mind, came words that I haven’t heard since I was a child, “Do it or I’ll cut your tail!!”, which I am sure many of you will remember from your own childhood, no?, just me then?, ok, well for those of you that don’t, I am sure that you had your own variation for a threat that loosely translates to, “Do it or I’ll motivate your with my hand on your butt!”

I said it, of course hoping that my son would listen to me and comply with my demands, but instead, my 4 year old exclaimed, “cut my tail? ahahahaha!! what does that mean? ahahahaha! I don’t even have a tail! ahahahaha!” Effectively destroying the ‘threat-iness’ of my statement, and causing me to laugh along with him.

What’s the weirdest thing you ever threatened your kids with, or were threatened with as a kid?