Kids

What a wonderful three days my family has had. The girls have been out of school for three days due to something to having to due with parent-teacher conferences next week. So, our house has been filled with fighting children.



This mornin' started our pretty nice. Then we decide to mow and clean out the garden and rototill it. I told the girls that if they got some bags and put the dead corn in then, I would give them ten cents for every ear of funky corn they bag. Montanna states to me that "10 cents is nothin!". I tell her she can take it or leave it. She took it. They get out there with their bags and everything is going good until Montanna swipes a cob from Emmah, due to the hole in the bottom of Emmah's bag and her corn falling out. Emmah starts screaming that Montanna took her corn and then proceeds to do the fish flop/scream bloody murder while Montanna is still picking up the corn Emmah loses during the melt down. I tell Emmah that I will give her an extra dime and that seems to calm her for now.



Things were going better and Brandon had the mower ready to mow. I was going to mow the garden before he tilled it up. And so began the saga of "I'M going next!!!" Within twenty minutes of the corn incident, they begin to fight over who said they were going first, first. Montanna is pleading with me to remember she had told me first. Emmah is telling me that she told me first. Finally I tell them both to hush up or they wouldn't get to ride. A *redneck* thing we do is let the kids ride the mower around the yard. Not very fast, just cruising a little.



I finally get on the mower and start on the garden and low and behold, there was a big pile of baling twine in the garden and now tangled badly around the blade...to the point that it was smoking for a bit. Get'r shut down, by Brandon's truck of course because keeping with the redneck theme, our mower needs a jump to get it started (another *honey do list* thing...fix mower). An hour later, the mower is ready for action. I get the garden mowed and then the girls have their turn on the mower. They had fun and didn't have one fight...thank goodness for the small things!

Keeping up with Colton is another story. Sweetest boy you ever want to meet but he is BUSY!! The whole time we're outside today, we have to check to see where *the baby* is. He is very fast and one time even burned his poor little hand on the BBQ, that was when he was crawling. He is now walking and able to get places faster. On the kitchen table is a favorite or pounding on the computer after sneaking into our room.

Having children has taught me a lot about myself...I was a dork when I was a kid...I fought with my brother all the time and drove my mom and Nana nuts...I don't have the patience I thought I had...you can feel old at 30...children do NOT get easier to raise the older they get...it was wrong to give my mom those dirty looks...and the biggest thing I've learned is repeating yourself is an everyday thing, get used to it.

I do pray there comes a day when our children will get along and show how much they love each other...instead of fighting over who gets the toilet first...