Living at the top of the American continent has its benefits. We are the continental divide. The plus side is that I live in great place, the minus is that it's cold and you have to drive 100 miles if you like the mall. But that's okay, I love it here.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Yes, I want to have kids

You know, I love kids, and realy wish we had 1 or 2, then my sister reminds me what that means:

"Once upon a time Kimber woke up at 5:45 am. She helped Mom and Dad get up at 5:45 am, too.She dumped Mom's flowers on the floor while waiting for her pancakes.She had her cup taken away at breakfast for diving her hands in it to splash around.She had to be chased down after breakfast and forced to wash the syrup off her hands. She sat on the potty for awhile and then she ran away while naked to keep Mom from putting her pullup back on. (Mom won)She went outside to play with the dog. She had to be forced to put her shoes on. Once her shoes were on, she had to take them off again because she had done a dance in the dog water (again) and was forced to go inside.She jumped in Hyrum's crib and had to be kicked out of the nursery.She ran into Daddies closet and closed herself in while Mommy was feeding Hyrum. She removed every pair of Daddies work pants from every hanger and then hung hte hangers back up neatly while the pants stayed on the floor.She cleaned off Daddies end table by the desk (by dumping all the contents of it on the ground and swishing them around with her hands).She removed Daddies new CD's from their case and Mommy helped her put them back.She found a crayon somewhere while Mommy was still picking up the stuff from Dads table.She hid in Mom's bathroom and was drawing on the 3rd wall when Mom found her.She helped Mommy wash the wall for about 30 seconds before she had to try and overturn the trashcan to get at Dad's shaving cream on the counter. She sat on the potty again for a few seconds. She wanted to sit on the potty without help and to wipe herself without help (good, except that she had already wet her pullup).She had to be locked out of the bathroom and washed because she was playing "put all the paper in the toilet"...again. She had to be held down with Mom's leg to put her pullup and pants back on.She closed herself in th ecloset for awhile and played with her bracelets. She had to be locked out of Mom and Dad's room and closet because she kept taking things off of Mom's dresser and hiding them in her mouth or under the bed. Hyrum needed attention (Kimber's cue to do something horrible).Kimber bounced in Hyrum's crib and squelled until she got kicked out of the nursery again.She found Mom's keys, hid behind the big chair in the living room, and turned on the car alarm. She held very still and was silent as Mom frantically tried to find her to turn off the car alarm. This was very funny for Kimber.She found the guest room and began removing the contents of Mom's dresser boxes. She had to be locked out of the guest room.She decided to help Mommy go to the bathroom. She tried playing the "put all the paper in the toilet" game...again... as Mommy sat on the potty. She had to be locked out of the guest bathroom.She found the flowers on the floor in the kitchen and removed the petals- not in one place, understand? She removed them as she pranced around on her tippy toes. The flower petals are in her bedroom, all aroudn the island in the kitchen, on the coach, and across the family room. She sat down to read a book while Mom typed this.Now, Kimber has found more flowers and is decorating the boring carpet in the hall with more of those lovely yellow petals.It is 9:47 am."

6 Comments:

Blogger janaya said...

two words: padded walls.

two more words: straight jacket. (which may be one word hyphenated)

and finally, two more words spoken with genuine concern: beat down!

hehe. i could never really just say two words (three times), give me some credit here. (A) this is me we're talking about, and (B) this is your blog i'm talking on. wow... that is a piece of work. sounds like a movie. like a movie you see and think "ya right... that never happens... no child is that crazy and out of control". haha. poor katie. she needs a vacation. maybe uncle nefi needs to tend the young ones and give her a break. :)

3:42 PM

 
Blogger janaya said...

p.s. you need to share your blog with more people... i feel like i'm your only friend.

3:44 PM

 
Blogger Nephic said...

Sorry, none of my other friends know how to read.

3:52 PM

 
Blogger janaya said...

weird about the pictures. if you have a second... create a facebook account (www.facebook.com) and add me as your friend. then you can see them.

3:28 PM

 
Blogger Kate said...

Yes, I need a vacation. Well, I just ahd one and it was a nice vacation. I think not being in her own environment menas she had to do more exploring to find a method of destruction that suited her. Until we got to Becky's house on Monday, she hadn't even used a crayon on a wall.... hmmm. I can't say that is true after leaving Becky's.

11:09 AM

 
Blogger Melina Watts said...

OMG. This is my life.

1:37 PM

 

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