The holidays have that way of bringing out the best and worst in us, and that is definitely amplified in our children. I have yet to stand in line waiting for Santa and not see at least one child having a complete melt down. Christmas dinner is inevitably interrupted by one child reaching their breaking point. The presents, the parties, the cookies and candy, staying up late, getting up early, the expected and comfortable schedule gone until the new year - it can be recipe for disaster. My boys, like so many other kids, having been showing their best and worst colors.
1. Trouble said to me the other day, "Christmas is tomorrow and Santa's going to bring me presents. But you know mom, Christmas isn't just about presents. It's about giving."
2. LT knew just which presents were for his friend Dominique and smiled ear to ear while he gave them to her.
3. According to Mooma, the boys were angels at church. I'm dubious. I don't think she's a reliable source. Or maybe she drugged them first.
The Demon Spawn
1. Auntie brought the boys one present to open on Christmas Eve, they each got a DVD. LT took the present, looked at it and said,"It's too small," and threw it on the floor and walked away.
2. LT reached critical mass at about 3:30 right after we sat down for dinner. Auntie carried him upstairs kicking and screaming where he promptly fell asleep on the floor at the top of the stairs.
3. Trouble threw a fit when told his Spider Man PJ's were in the wash and he'd have to wear something else. He went upstairs to his room and proceeded wailing, "Nobody loves me!"
4. Yesterday, someone scratched the coffee table and poured water all over Trouble's bed.
How much longer until school starts? I've had about all the vacation and holiday I can take.