April 14, 2013

Funny Parents

There are some very funny and creative parents out there. I stumble on them by accident.

This one blog, it's all pictures, and absolutely cracks me up. Those of you who are not parents may not know this, but toddlers frickin' cry for no reason. I tell new toddler parents all the time, "Toddlers are bi-polar."

One minute they're happy, the next minute a complete total meltdown, and then literally laughing again.

My Mom and I still laugh at the time that T was about 4 (not a toddler) and had a freak out melt down because she didn't put the ketchup on his hotdog correctly.

Who knew?

That should have been a bit of an indication that my son was going to be the orderly type.

But my kids would freak, and I'd usually just roll my eyes and hum to myself a rendition of 'It had to be you' except I'd mutter words to my humming 'It's tough to be you...".

(Sidenote: I had a pre-schooler have a meltdown in a church parking lot once, the Presbyterian Church where he went to pre-school, and there I stood as he went on and on about the injustices of life, with tears, and as I opened the car door and belted out, "It's tough to be youuuuu... wonderful youuuuu...." I heard laughing and turned around to see the Pastor of the church witnessing my proud parenting moment.)

This Dad took it the next hysterical step and photo documented it. Now it looks like the kid is always on total freak, but he's not. Please. If you take ONE picture a day, and there are 365 days in a year, that looks like a lot of freak outs, when in reality, it's not so much, although toddlers usually freak two or three times a day.

From 15 months to nearly age 4, I tried not to go in public with my kids. I just never knew what the catalyst would be and since I couldn't control it, why bother? (And he is right... car seats... always a good catalyst in particular when you have a child who has just learned to walk, run or climb. They want to practice this new skill... ALL.THE.TIME... not be harnessed into a seat for an indefinite period of time since they have NO concept of time.)

So this is his page and I can't quit laughing because I swear to you, nearly each and every one of these events happened to us including an incident he hasn't had yet. We have a picture of my Dad with Ringo, flying a kite. My Dad is flying it and Ringo is crying hysterically.

To this day, none of us have any clue why he was crying. Now I wonder if it was a case of "He's crying because he couldn't fly like his kite."

And how many times did the milk go in the wrong cup? Or was it supposed to be water? Or did someone touch them and set them off? Gah!

Enjoy.

Oh and a gratuitous picture of my kids. I'll be posting these throughout the week as I finally downloaded some pix from my camera.

For those of you who have been reading me since Bones was 4, just entering kindergarten, he is now nearly 14, entering 9th grade. They were oh so very small then...

And odd as it is, do you know what I'm most proud of about this picture? All three of them insist on wearing watches. They're punctual kids. I love that...

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Mr. T(16), Ringo(18), Bones(14 in June)- 2013

By the way, they don't have meltdowns anymore. Love that most...

Posted by Boudicca at April 14, 2013 10:16 PM
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unrelated to your post... just scrolled through it, seated beside the husband, and he looked over at the pic and asked, "who's that?" I said, Boudicca's kids. "Wow! They've gotten big!"

Well, yes. It's been many, many years since we first met you at Disney. Was that 2005? 2006? Many years.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at April 14, 2013 07:21 PM

Yeah, I think it has been. I hadn't thought about that... it was before we did that crazy marathon. They were so young then...

When Ringo comes back from college, Bones will be bigger than him. Bones is going to be a giant... 5'8".

I have to post that picture of him in the bullet shoes. Last week, he was wearing his dress shoes since he had a performance in school and his teacher wanted to know why he was wearing such huge shoes. Bones took them off, put his foot next to them and the teacher said, "Wow, you have some weird long feet..."

Posted by: Bou at April 14, 2013 07:40 PM

Ah, meltdowns. People talk about the terrible twos, but I think 4 is more like it. I remember the girl child having an absolute screaming hissy because I didn't buy her a box of crayons at the grocery store. It lasted over an hour,from the store, through the parking lot (where she kicked off a high-topped tennis shoe ... literally launched the damned thing ), and during the drive home - in which she managed to wriggle her way partially out of the booster seat and got stuck in the process. I learned what the term "hopping mad" actually meant. She finally collapsed of exhaustion, mid ricochet, and slept like a rock for several hours. I just tossed a blanket over her where she lay in a heap in the hallway. I wasn't about to wake THAT up!!!

Oldest son had a pretty good meltdown over a piece of candy corn. This took place on a busy sidewalk, so there were several spectators to witness the occurrence. The relatives who were with us still love to tell that story. He'll never live it down if he lives to be 100.

The youngest two never did have the level of drama that the oldest two seemed to generate ... or maybe we've just become immune to their hysterics. Thankfully, ours are all older and "civilized" now as well.

Yours look very gentlemanly. A word of caution, though. When our oldest was about 18 1/2 she asserted her "adulthood" and it launched a couple of years of turmoil - and I would have much rather dealt with the child hopping and screeching in the hallway! At least when they're little, you can contain them somewhat.

Posted by: PeggyU at April 14, 2013 08:35 PM

Your boys are absolutely handsome. They grow up too damn fast.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at April 14, 2013 10:11 PM

Yea!!!! Now I get to put a clearer face to a name when I read your blog! This picture is beautiful! Well, okay, I meant they are all handsome.

4 year olds seem to have the real intense meltdowns. Two year olds can be easily distracted. I like them a bit older!

Posted by: Peggy K at April 15, 2013 04:33 AM

I love how bones stands out with the red shirt. Your boys are so handsome. And smart. You have a wonderful family!

Posted by: vwbug at April 15, 2013 04:42 AM

So Bones is going to be the tallest in the family (not counting the 5'10" women his borthers end up marrying).

Seems like only yesterday he was just a little one.

Posted by: The Thomas at April 15, 2013 09:05 AM

Bones is tall(er) now, but wait 'til he gets his growth spurt next fall.

Posted by: The Thomas at April 15, 2013 09:06 AM

Your handsome, intelligent young men give me hope for the future.

Posted by: pam at April 15, 2013 04:15 PM

Ah those days... I didn't take my kids places either. The meltdowns could be legendary and I figured I was better off keeping them home until they out grew it... although there were many times I left a full cart of groceries in the store and dragged a kid in full tantrum out to the car to let it run its course (I did NOT stay in the store to ride it out!). I am soooo glad mine are grown up.

Love that pic - your boys are so handsome!

Posted by: Teresa at April 16, 2013 08:29 PM

Peggy K- That's so funny. I hadn't thought about the fact that it might be tough to place faces with names since I've been doing this so dang long! sorry!

Posted by: Bou at April 16, 2013 09:50 PM