Frustrated Father
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(laughing)
One kid is a life change.
Two kids are interesting but nothing too bad.
Three kids just turns the world upside down and sets it on fire just for the fun of it.
Seriously though, I\'m a happy man most of the time, though having your hands full with three children, all with distinct personalities and preferences makes for some \'frustrating\' times every once in awhile.
Lets see, the oldest is extremely intelligent, speaks two languages and can fluently do American Sign language. Add on top of that she has a photographic memory and it makes for a child that needs to be entertained and you certainly don\'t make promises that you don\'t plan on keeping or remembering - she\'ll quote you word for word. Very loving child - but now shes starting to \'spread her wings\' a bit and asking for some of her own space now that she\'s ten years old.
The middle child is my special hard case (shaking head but still smiling). VERY artistic. Sings, dances ... sings ... sings ... sings (wishing sometimes she wouldn\'t belt out in a place to just hear the echoes) and she draws constantly. She does things \'her\' way and no one, not even mom or dad are going to tell her otherwise. Gets her in trouble a lot, but she is cute though that has rubbed off a bit so now we\'re back to the discipline. It works as long as she\'s in our sight and the second she\'s out ... gloves are off. She\'s six years old.
Then my last little monkey - he\'s four years old, curious as all get out, wants attention, and seems to be following in his oldest sisters steps and has gotten the smart gene though he tends to develop it in more dangerous and devious ways and I fully expect that he\'ll grow up and keep me on my toes and that I\'ll have a full time job of keeping him out of trouble. He\'s a scrapper, loves to fight, wrestle and put the smack down on me and anyone else he can get his hands on, usually in tactic ambushes. The dog has suffered at his hands to say the least.
Now, toss all three of them together, with a tired mother and a dragged down father, all three asking for something different, or they\'ve got to have the EXACT thing the others have or one moment they are all love and kisses and the next they are tearing the hair out of each other trying to see who draws blood first. They all want to eat something different, or go somewhere else, or borrow their siblings stuff without asking or ....
... the list goes on. Love the boogers ... but sometimes I have to put my hands in my pockets and just walk the other way so that I don\'t pull a Hommer and strangle Bart.
I did mention I loved them right?
Usually ....
One kid is a life change.
Two kids are interesting but nothing too bad.
Three kids just turns the world upside down and sets it on fire just for the fun of it.
Seriously though, I\'m a happy man most of the time, though having your hands full with three children, all with distinct personalities and preferences makes for some \'frustrating\' times every once in awhile.
Lets see, the oldest is extremely intelligent, speaks two languages and can fluently do American Sign language. Add on top of that she has a photographic memory and it makes for a child that needs to be entertained and you certainly don\'t make promises that you don\'t plan on keeping or remembering - she\'ll quote you word for word. Very loving child - but now shes starting to \'spread her wings\' a bit and asking for some of her own space now that she\'s ten years old.
The middle child is my special hard case (shaking head but still smiling). VERY artistic. Sings, dances ... sings ... sings ... sings (wishing sometimes she wouldn\'t belt out in a place to just hear the echoes) and she draws constantly. She does things \'her\' way and no one, not even mom or dad are going to tell her otherwise. Gets her in trouble a lot, but she is cute though that has rubbed off a bit so now we\'re back to the discipline. It works as long as she\'s in our sight and the second she\'s out ... gloves are off. She\'s six years old.
Then my last little monkey - he\'s four years old, curious as all get out, wants attention, and seems to be following in his oldest sisters steps and has gotten the smart gene though he tends to develop it in more dangerous and devious ways and I fully expect that he\'ll grow up and keep me on my toes and that I\'ll have a full time job of keeping him out of trouble. He\'s a scrapper, loves to fight, wrestle and put the smack down on me and anyone else he can get his hands on, usually in tactic ambushes. The dog has suffered at his hands to say the least.
Now, toss all three of them together, with a tired mother and a dragged down father, all three asking for something different, or they\'ve got to have the EXACT thing the others have or one moment they are all love and kisses and the next they are tearing the hair out of each other trying to see who draws blood first. They all want to eat something different, or go somewhere else, or borrow their siblings stuff without asking or ....
... the list goes on. Love the boogers ... but sometimes I have to put my hands in my pockets and just walk the other way so that I don\'t pull a Hommer and strangle Bart.
I did mention I loved them right?
Usually ....
