One child with a Lego horn stuck to his forehead, held on by colourful elastic bands that leave ugly red marks across the skin: “I’m a triceratops!”
One child strumming on the old, antique, in-much-need-of-tuning-and-a-few-strings autoharp, belting out America the Beautiful to some unknown monotone tune that might get us arrested or worse south of the border: “I’m singing an American song to my very own melody!”
One child madly ploughing through stacks of paper looking for a lost recipe book to try and make lunch which is now at least one hour overdue, with a pantry and fridge devoid of flour, milk, meat, eggs and other such essentials: “Maybe we can have sandwiches?”
One child shouting from the bathroom, asking if it is alright to put her clothes in the bath tub: “I peed.”
One child staring wide-eyed at me as tears flow down my cheeks and giggles erupt spontaneously from somewhere deep inside, wondering if her mother has finally snapped: “Are you okay, Mom?”
I am so thankful for the joy and zest and abundant life that my children bring into our home. I am also thankful for their zaniness and independence and cacaphony. Lastly I am thankful for the earplugs and Tylenol!
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Family Circus! … :0)
I’ve been missing you. THAT was worth waiting for.
Wonderfully wacky. Fantastically familiar.
oh, I’m GLAD you were able to react with giggles & joy!
You are blessed, not only with a great zany bunch, but with a great outlook on the cacaphony that they bring. I just may be asking for advice sometime soon.
Now to play the “Guess That LittlePage!” game
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How’d I do?
Mrs Branches: Good guesses!
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4 and 3, alternating between several other “tunes” as well!
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Make sense?
Bailey: That’s actually why I blogged about it. I’ll be honest and say that the giggles were a somewhat unusual reaction, but one that I hope I will get the opportunity to repeat.