Rose – World's Okayest Parenting

January 9, 2019January 9, 2019

Tress Distress

Today my daughters took marathon naps. Or so I thought. When I finally heard Rose yelling to ask if she could get out of bed I discovered what had actually kept her quiet that whole time. The piece of wire art that she had somehow twisted into her hair over the course of two hours. While on vacation last year Alex and I bought Rose a souvenir. It was a piece of metal wire that had been twisted to spell her name. To show her gratitude she spent two hours twisting it into her hair. At least her hair isn’t very long. Riiiiggghhhhtttttt. Thank God she has a high pain tolerance because her solution was to pull on it as hard as she could until it tore free. She lacks finesse. I’m sure the bald spot will fill in eventually.

January 7, 2019January 9, 2019

Dirty Laundry

I don’t always like to air my dirty laundry on Facebook, but when I do, I prefer to have a child sitting in the middle of it. (And to be fair, this laundry was technically clean.)

I’m trying to foster a little more independence and responsibility in my children, so I decided Rose would help me fold laundry today. I looked away for two seconds and when I looked back she was gone. She is apparently very swift and had climbed into the dryer before I even saw her moving. It was so nice, warm, and cozy in there that it took me a while to convince her to come out. I felt like I was coaxing a cat out from under my deck. I had to leave a trail of kibble for her to follow. She’s a bit of a jokester, that one.

January 4, 2019January 5, 2019

Dairy Disaster

Scarlett is singlehandedly trying to keep all dairy farms in business. While I appreciate the goal, I’m not such a fan of her approach. Here she is after emptying a gallon of milk on her cereal. Granted, it wasn’t completely full to begin with, but it wasn’t exactly empty either. I was upstairs when this happened (which explains a lot…that’s where I go to cry) but Elle and Rose ran up to get me. When I found Scarlett swimming through Lake Lactose I asked them why they left her and didn’t clean it up. They told me they thought I would want a picture first. Hmmm…these posts might be be getting in the way of my parenting. They were totally right though. I snapped a quick photo then scolded them for letting her get her hands on a gallon of milk.

December 31, 2018January 5, 2019

Sick with Jealousy

My kids are weird about getting sick. Weird in the sense that they love it. Lady Luck cast her loving gaze on Elle today, as she had the good fortune of coming down with a sore throat this afternoon. Which made all of her siblings super jealous. I don’t get it either. This photo was of Rose as she tried to snuggle under the blanket and rub her face all over Elle, in an attempt to try and acquire a few germs and maybe strike gold tomorrow with a sore throat of her own. I’ll keep you posted on how that turns out.

December 30, 2018January 5, 2019

Balcony Roulette

My girls had their first Live Theater experience today. Big fans…big fans. Nothing quite like the high culture of Sesame Street. The below picture is not an accurate reflection of the joy they truly felt. (It’s more a reflection of their general feelings toward their mother.) Also, going to a show with 8 children (including nieces/nephews) between the ages of 2 and 6 and sitting in the front row of the balcony is a little like playing Russian Roulette with your kids. One of them is probably going over, you just don’t know which one it’s going to be. This picture was taken immediately after Rose (the four-year-old) got one of the “sternest” Talking To’s of her life. (Hence her mean mug.) Because she decided that she was agile enough to climb up on the railing. Twice. Thank God we grabbed her before she had fully mounted the railing. I guess sometimes you just can’t contain your Big Bird enthusiasm. Continue reading “Balcony Roulette”