Tuesday, March 1, 2011

on a lighter note

Henry and Maxwell have a new hobby....one that is hard for me to accept. They both like to climb on our pubstyle chairs and then onto our table. Then after milling around for a while, they realize that it would be a hard task for them to get down...so what do they do?....they cry and whine. You can frequently find them on the table crying because they don't want to attempt to get down. I don't get the lure of the table but maybe they just want to see what it's like to be on our level for a while...or maybe it's that there's usually food on the table. Which brings me to the next problem. How can we possibly eat dinner with 2 toddlers running around on the table trying to help themselves to everyone's food but their own? I've resorted to telling Andrew, Ashley, and Holly to guard their food with their lives...but how fair is that? Last night I'd had enough and told the older kids to eat on the counter over by the sink so that the boys couldn't get to them. Oddly the kids didn't like that idea and perhaps didn't think they should have to eat on the counter by the sink. weird.

Holly has been grouchier than ever today. She makes it a point to wake up at 4:30 every once in a while just to shake things up. In spite of her bad attitude she let me take some pictures of her cute little self today.

Hard to believe this little girl can have such a foul temper sometimes. But...it's true. She also makes it a habit of yelling at me in public restrooms. She rarely wants me to come into the public restroom with her...and when I do...she goes into her little stall and yells "HEY...DON'T COME IN HERE!". Hard for me not to laugh really loudly...like I want to follow her into the bathroom. Anyway, what a sweetie.


The Nelsons said...

I can't believe how tall Holly is! And that table thing is pretty funny....to us outsiders. :)

Heidi said...

My mom loves to tell the story (one I've probably already told you but I'm old and forgetful and, um, old, so you have to listen anyway) about how she came home from the store to see in one direction, one of us on the kitchen table squeezing the butter through her fingers and in the other direction, one of us throwing the ashes from the fireplace around the room. Strangely, no one else was in sight. She just sighed and went upstairs, into her room and locked the door. Poor mama!

Tyler said...

I must be the most immature of your readers because the part of this post that I thought was the funniest was the part about the bathroom. Hilarious.

Ames Family said...

Thanks for the sympathy Jessica! Heidi all I can say is your mother deserves a major award and I've done similar things...leaving pretty much the second Daniel walks in. I think it'll get easier at least physically in a year or so and then comes other issues. Ahhh parenting. Tyler she now also yells "Don't crawl under the door ok?!". Yeah right holly I'll be right under.