Once again, my daughter has dumped milk on my son's tray. I am so frustrated I could scream! (instead, I am blogging) What should I do? Apparently my daughter can not get enough of seeing her brother break out into hives. Or, perhaps, seeing her mom clean up the mess. It has been a long superwoman day. A my mom or Gwen day, if you know what I mean. (If you don't, it means I accomplished super human feats of cleaning, cooking, child rearing, list "crossing-off"ing and project completing proportions) and frankly, this superwoman is tired. Emotionally and physically, phsycologically and spiritually drained! The last thing I need is chocolate milk on every surface of my dining room and hives on every surface of my son. Why can my daughter not understand this? Fortunately for her, I have a very high tolerance level and instead of screaming, hitting, and all other manners of profanity... I blog. (and, I must say, my children are definetly enjoying my blogging on the toilet while they bathe. They get to stay in longer.) Anway, if you can't tell, I had to let off some steam. Thanks for listening. (By the way, check out Coop's grin. He is so much more
apt to the photo ops than his sister. He actually looks at you and smiles when you ask him too. He even keeps his eyes open!)
Once again, my daughter has dumped milk on my son's tray. I am so frustrated I could scream! (instead, I am blogging) What should I do? Apparently my daughter can not get enough of seeing her brother break out into hives. Or, perhaps, seeing her mom clean up the mess. It has been a long superwoman day. A my mom or Gwen day, if you know what I mean. (If you don't, it means I accomplished super human feats of cleaning, cooking, child rearing, list "crossing-off"ing and project completing proportions) and frankly, this superwoman is tired. Emotionally and physically, phsycologically and spiritually drained! The last thing I need is chocolate milk on every surface of my dining room and hives on every surface of my son. Why can my daughter not understand this? Fortunately for her, I have a very high tolerance level and instead of screaming, hitting, and all other manners of profanity... I blog. (and, I must say, my children are definetly enjoying my blogging on the toilet while they bathe. They get to stay in longer.) Anway, if you can't tell, I had to let off some steam. Thanks for listening. (By the way, check out Coop's grin. He is so much more 
apt to the photo ops than his sister. He actually looks at you and smiles when you ask him too. He even keeps his eyes open!)
Now this is the Coop that has stolen his Auntie's Heart. I know why Kam Bami does these things. It is so she can take mutiple baths. Thank you so much for the awesome laughes.
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