Ahhh, you're being too modest. You generated a LOT of the excitement last night.
Ohhhhhh, lordy. What a night!
I hear THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! coming from my bedroom above. I holler for the kids to stop jumping on the bed. They pretend they can't hear me, so I start counting: "1... 2... 3..."
DS3 appears and innocently asks, "What, Mama?" I tell him to stop jumping on my bed, and stay out of my room. He sings, "OK, Mama," and runs off. I hear DS7 lingering in the hallway, and shout out, "DS7, that means you, too!" He says, "OK."
Silence for about 10 seconds, then DS3 begins to wail. DS7 appears first, and I ask what happened. He begins, "Well, [DS3] made me mad, so I kicked him..." WHOA!!! BACK UP! YOU WHAT?!
DS3 then appears, big fat tears streaming down his face and walking like he's in pain. He says his brother kicked him in the back. So while I cuddle DS3 and rub his back, I'm giving the snake-eye to DS7 and asking him what he thinks the consequences should be. Ds3 takes this quiet moment of reflection to jab a couple fingers into DS7's ribs. So now DS7 starts to howl, way louder than truly necessary.
So I drop DS3 from my lap and tell him to get in the corner. He begins to wail again, even louder than before. I ask DS7 again what his consequences should be and he slowly says, "No dessert?" I agree, and say, "And?" He can't think of anything else, so I tell him, "And no videogames tomorrow." He begins to wail like I've just broken both his legs. Crying in stereo!
Yessirree, a fun time in the Alex2k House tonight! Thank you, and we'll be here all week!
I LOVE those days. Wait... I think thats everyday in my house. Trying to teach the kid that it is NOT okay to hit girls... Even if she is your annoying little sister!
Videogame-speak, always a positive sign!Okay... Alex says the cheesecakes get 10,000 points!
Ohhhhhh, lordy. What a night!
I hear THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! coming from my bedroom above. I holler for the kids to stop jumping on the bed. They pretend they can't hear me, so I start counting: "1... 2... 3..."
DS3 appears and innocently asks, "What, Mama?" I tell him to stop jumping on my bed, and stay out of my room. He sings, "OK, Mama," and runs off. I hear DS7 lingering in the hallway, and shout out, "DS7, that means you, too!" He says, "OK."
Silence for about 10 seconds, then DS3 begins to wail. DS7 appears first, and I ask what happened. He begins, "Well, [DS3] made me mad, so I kicked him..." WHOA!!! BACK UP! YOU WHAT?!
DS3 then appears, big fat tears streaming down his face and walking like he's in pain. He says his brother kicked him in the back. So while I cuddle DS3 and rub his back, I'm giving the snake-eye to DS7 and asking him what he thinks the consequences should be. Ds3 takes this quiet moment of reflection to jab a couple fingers into DS7's ribs. So now DS7 starts to howl, way louder than truly necessary.
So I drop DS3 from my lap and tell him to get in the corner. He begins to wail again, even louder than before. I ask DS7 again what his consequences should be and he slowly says, "No dessert?" I agree, and say, "And?" He can't think of anything else, so I tell him, "And no videogames tomorrow." He begins to wail like I've just broken both his legs. Crying in stereo!
Yessirree, a fun time in the Alex2k House tonight! Thank you, and we'll be here all week!
I LOVE those days. Wait... I think thats everyday in my house. Trying to teach the kid that it is NOT okay to hit girls... Even if she is your annoying little sister!
Ohhhhhh, lordy. What a night!
I hear THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! coming from my bedroom above. I holler for the kids to stop jumping on the bed. They pretend they can't hear me, so I start counting: "1... 2... 3..."
DS3 appears and innocently asks, "What, Mama?" I tell him to stop jumping on my bed, and stay out of my room. He sings, "OK, Mama," and runs off. I hear DS7 lingering in the hallway, and shout out, "DS7, that means you, too!" He says, "OK."
Silence for about 10 seconds, then DS3 begins to wail. DS7 appears first, and I ask what happened. He begins, "Well, [DS3] made me mad, so I kicked him..." WHOA!!! BACK UP! YOU WHAT?!
DS3 then appears, big fat tears streaming down his face and walking like he's in pain. He says his brother kicked him in the back. So while I cuddle DS3 and rub his back, I'm giving the snake-eye to DS7 and asking him what he thinks the consequences should be. Ds3 takes this quiet moment of reflection to jab a couple fingers into DS7's ribs. So now DS7 starts to howl, way louder than truly necessary.
So I drop DS3 from my lap and tell him to get in the corner. He begins to wail again, even louder than before. I ask DS7 again what his consequences should be and he slowly says, "No dessert?" I agree, and say, "And?" He can't think of anything else, so I tell him, "And no videogames tomorrow." He begins to wail like I've just broken both his legs. Crying in stereo!
Yessirree, a fun time in the Alex2k House tonight! Thank you, and we'll be here all week!
Poor Alex! 
ok it was more like 6, but still!!
Oh yes.. I've been spying on JackJack -- I searched for prior threads..
He's a guy, married, has a cat that climbs in and poos in his sink, lives somewhere warm because it was 82 degrees today, works with a bunch of women (estrogen overload) and knows some guy thru a co-worker (wife's co worker?) that was shaving his arms and chest.
ohh and he's a wise ssa and posts on the losers thread... he's our kinda people
Sneaky stuff bernice!
. I couldln't help it! I asked, gasping between chuckles, "Did the dryer scare you?" and he wailed, "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees!" So I snuggled him, hugged him tight, and giggled and tried to calm him down. Oyyyyyy, are they ready for bed or what?
