That's right I'm not talking jeans! I mean genes! I'm not sure my kids have any of mine coursing through their veins!! Okay, Princess has these great big brown eyes, those are mine... and that's about it. Right now though I'm talking the nonphysical. My kid's behavior lately has been spastic, a little frustrating at times *insert eye twitching here*, and hilarious. To those of you that know Big Daddy... I just described a small part of his personality! Ha ha. I LOVE THIS MAN, but... he is a little spastic at times with his ten million things to do on his list, he is hilarious he makes me laugh constantly, and well... who isn't a little frustrating at times? I KNOW I AM! Here's a couple of examples from this week:
Yesterday, The Princess goes to the potty. She's gone a long time. I go to check on her to make sure she's ok, not sick, or rearranging the bathroom, or decorating with toilet paper (the last two are concerns because she and her brother have done them both). She's sitting contently on the potty. I ask " Are you ok baby?" She replies, "Yes mommy." I ask, " Have you finished?" She answers, "yes". I ask, " Have you wiped?" Now I asked this to know if she was clean and done, and ready to go back to playing, but instead... She replies " Yes Mommy I'm all clean, SEE! " Lifts up to one side, spreads her cheeks, and says " you can look Mommy, I'm all clean!" I couldn't have looked even if I had WANTED to! I was too doubled over with laughter! --- Side note to my mother-in-law: I KNOW you KNOW just why this is soooo Big Daddy!--- , for the rest of you there is a very similar story they still tell and laugh at that is almost exactly the same about my husband. Only he backed down the hallway to his father with his pants around his ankles asking "Am I clean?" If she had any of my genes she would have been too embarrassed to do this... Where are my genes??
Today, The Prince proceeded to take apart his toy boat. I allowed it because this all pops back together it's not like he "broke" anything. Also I allowed it partially out of amazement. To this day, you better not leave my husband alone in the room with something after he says the phrase "How does that work?". I am convinced that his love of watching "How It's Made" has saved some of our appliances from being taken apart. He has a wonderful inquisitive mind... but sometimes he has "extra" parts when he puts things together. This happened to The Prince. He pops the two halves back together. He needed a little help to get the little storage compartment flap back on, for this he picks it up and says "Momma, put it back?" then when it's time to pop back on the little fence piece, he can't line up the holes. I wait for "Momma, put it back?", nope... he tosses that part in the toy box after he sighs a sigh of frustration and defeat. And then goes back to the boat picks it up and declares " Look! All done!" with a huge grin! Had he of retained my genes it wouldn't have occurred to him to take it apart. He would have just played with it and been glad it was there. "How does it work?" I usually don't care I'm just thankful when what ever it is does work. My needs are typically simple. Also, if there was an extra part my self declared and mild OCD would not have let me declare it done until it was..well... really done! Not my son, he feels the need to take it apart, attempt to put it back together, and having extra parts is just fine with him. Where are my genes???
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