Geez!

I really don't understand why kids behave one way with mommy and another way with daddy. Whats worse is the fact that its me that they seem to want to torture...

The Diva

     ts really interesting to see your children grow up and realize that the are nothing like you.  It happened with my first daughter when I noticed very early on that she has somehow neglected to inherit my bubbly personality and managed to get all of her DNA from her very subdued father.  I can and will, talk to anyone, about anything, while she, on the other hand, has a hard time saying "hello" at a new introduction.  So, needless to say, I understood early on in my parenting career , that I should not expect to create little carbon copies of myself. Nevertheless, I am shocked constantly by the behavior of my third daughter.  She is, in a word, a true DIVA.
     To be honest, I really think that word is overused, hackneyed even, but it fits her perfectly.  Shiloh must have her nails painted on a near daily basis.  Her favorite hangout is the nail salon, and if you get her polish wrong, a bitch-fit she will throw!  I have caught her posing in the mirror when she thinks no one is watching and every shot of her on my cell phone is reminiscent of a centerfold.  As if that isn't enough, she sleeps with a purse in her hand that is fully equipped with lip gloss, nail polish, a bald baby doll, and her wallet.  Maybe this doesn't sound strange to anyone else except me, but for starters, she is 4!!!!
     How can such a little person have so much attitude? For instance, one particularly chilly day, while putting on her dress, I reminded her that she needed to wear tights so as not to get cold.  She looked at me as though I was a complete idiot and responded,"I am not wearing tights mom! I just had my toes done!"  When I finished cleaning the wax out of my ears to make sure I had heard her correctly, she grabbed her purse and headed towards the door.  I just followed behind shaking my head.  I mean, I am certainly not a diva and I know she didn't get this from her father.  Could it be that she reached all the way bath to my mother, the ultimate diva, for her personality.  If so, world beware, here comes trouble...

WOOOOOOOWZERS!

After hearing your name screamed at the top of a three year olds lungs, at a decible so ear piercing that it silently shatters your eardrums and sends canines two counties away running for cover, its easy to tune your children out. This is exactly what I did earlier today. Sure I tried to ask her what was wrong from where I was sitting on the couch, but she never answered so I just clicked away on my computer till I heard banging. I raced to the room to see what had happened to find my two yr. old, killian, had locked her sister in the closet and was sitting in front of its door seated on a large wooden chair. The smirk on her face disolved into a look of fear when she saw me and as I went to grab her off of the chair, she yelled,"I dinint do noffin' Mom!" SMH...woooooowzers