Whew! It's a tough job

By the way, I don't know if I have mentioned it, but I love being a momma!

"Momma look" (I'm looking)
"Momma watch" (I'm watching, yes all three of you at one time)
"MOM!" (WHAT!)
"Momma" (Whatta)
"I have to go potty" (No you don't, you just went)
"No I don't have to go potty" (Oh, yes you do!)
"I didn't do it" (I am sure you didn't)
"Mom, he's tattling" (Time for a story about a pot and a kettle)
"Mom she's annoying" (I didn't know little kids even knew that word)
"I am hungry" (You just ate)
"I don't like that" (You'll eat it if you're hungry)
"I NEVER get to do ANYTHING" (Me either!)
"You NEVER buy me ANYTHING" (That's what Grandma and Grandpa are for)
"She ALWAYS get EVERYTHING she wants" (That's because I like her more - oh, c'mon I would never even think that one)

Seriously kids are non-stop humor if you can take yourself out of the picture for a moment.

Trent went to a movie tonight and in 2.3 seconds the kids were asking to sleep with me. Is there an Olympic event I can sign these kids up for? They are fast.

I was thinking the other day how we have such innovation and amazing solutions to solve some of the simplest problems. I mean how complicated was is to use a piece of tape to hold up a note - now we have posty-notes (I like to call them that, thank you very much). And thank heavens for Snuggy, you know how vexing a problem it is to have a blanket without arm holes!! Don't even get me started on glue sticks.

But here I am driving down the highway in the mini-van. And who are we trying to kid, there is nothing mini about a mini-van. The kid in the back seat is touching the seat of the kid in the middle seat. I am in the front seat, the equivalent of two football fields away from the offending child while the car is moving at 70 mph down the road!

"Touching".... there is no solution to this problem. Oh, I can pull over. Oh, yes I can, and I have. I can make them walk, and I have. But I cannot possibly continue driving at 70 mph and make the touching stop. Ya, ya, I could lay the smack down (boy that is a dumb saying). But frankly I find it entertaining that they can pester each other in such a basic way. I mean, I really have two choices. I can be come frustrated and angry, or I can laugh about it. Maybe that makes me a less than perfect parent. But whatever land perfect parents live in, someone has an invention that prevents "touching" and would be considered legal in the lower 48.

So pondering things like this makes me laugh.

It makes me laugh that Tamene has been home just over 6 months and not only can he speak pretty good English, but the kid can spot the Golden Arches a mile away. Which brings me to note that the other thing he can spot a mile away is any place that sells donuts... in Tamene speak is said "dough NUT" not with the accenton the second syllable, no, with a shout on the second syllable! I have just decided that this horrible addiction is single handedly caused by Trent. The first food Trent offered him in the US was a Dunkin' Donut ( I, by the way was essentially bathing in the DC airport bathroom because a 17 hour flight is not very hygienic - apparently when you are jet lagged an airport bathroom can appear hygienic).

I do love being a momma... it is a tiring job though, so off to bed I go!