I am glad we have two kids. I never realized how quiet it was, growing up as an only child. Quiet is never (ever) available here. But the two amigos are truly amigos and ninjas and funny. I would have another kid if I thought I could take the noise. I can't. No way.
The kids are really starting to get funny. James, especially. He is learning the fun in taunting his sister. Telling her things like, "There's a gorilla outside!" And she goes, "Oh no, Bubbba!!!!" and starts crying. He says, "Oh yes there it is!" and he chases her to her room.
But, I tell you... I am blown away by the smart mouth of a four year old. God is giving me exactly what I deserve, I suppose.
Me: Do not hit! You be nice to your sister, James!
James: YOU be nice to ME, mom.
Me: What did you say?
James: You heard it.
Me: You go straight to timeout.
James: YOU go to timeout.
Oh boy. The kid's lucky he survived that day.
My favorite: is the kids' uses of appropriately timed expletives. I try to not say "shit" in general (although it's my favorite bad word), but especially in front of the kids. But when I broke my foot a few weeks, I think I came wailing in the house with something like "shit shit shit shit" pouring out of my mouth.
Well, it wasn't one day, and Stella fell. First thing she said? Do I need to repeat it?
Kids are a mess. I am still tired. Four years later. Right now, they are wrapped up like tacos in the hallway runner rug. Literally destroying the house right before my eyes. What can I do?
Nothing, so I just drink coffee and enjoy it.