I think Twitter knows more about my parenting style than anyone in real life does. There’s nothing like putting the fun in dysfunctional in a public forum. Here are some of my parenting tweets from the past month.
(If you’re not on Twitter, here’s a key. DD: Dear Daughter, DH: Dear Husband, 7yo: 7-year-old)
Chapter 1: Food That’s Bad For You
Chapter 2: Sleep, or Lackthereof
Chapter 3: Activities That Are Supposed To Occupy Your Kids So You Can Tweet
Chapter 4: More Bizarre Than Norwegian Curling Outfits
What weirdification went on in your summer?
DID the Hot Wheel change color?
LOL. Not the colour William anticipated…
More importantly, what color did he want it to become?
Thanks for the morning life.
Some things are better left unasked. Most things, actually.
Re: sugary breakfast cereals….trying to get my kids off Fruit Loops after eating them at the hotel every morning while on vacation is tougher than I thought. I’ll say it again, kids: WE DON’T HAVE ANY.
My friend left a box of Frosted Flakes here. I gave them to my kids for dessert.
I so enjoy your children and your personal brand of parenting. This was my morning kid tweet:
One of my 2-year-old twins said, “I want more ice.” The other said, “Ice, ice baby.” My children do not lack for 90s pop culture.
Your two-year-olds are tuned in. Mine sing along with Gaga. Don’t judge me now…
Your tweets are the best! Keep ’em coming!
Thanks!
Leave it to you to reference Norwegian curling outfits. Can’t blame your son though as some toilets have been known to hold magical powers. Or fruits.
I am half Norwegian, actually. I can even make lefse. But my pants are not Norwegian, I assure you…
What ever happened to Whiteboard Wednesdays?
Aha! So glad you asked. They’re coming back the first Wednesday in September!
“If you stop asking me, that’d be 0”. That’s pretty funny. I hope you get a chance to use that against her in the near future.
Good point. I think I need to make that line a part of the family lexicon.
I’d be frightened if I looked back at old tweets. But, since you asked and I *just* tweeted, how about, “DD just brought me a #PotatoHead with no arms and lips & teeth growing out the hole where there should be ears. #shouldibeworried” But, both Potato Heads are accessorized, coordinated, and now talking to each other…..but, oh the teeth where ears usually go. Yes, worried.
Our summer has been full of adventure that would make great fiction, except it’s non-fiction. Oh my.
Thanks for the laugh! :>
I may now have Mr. PotatoHead nightmares. Am I the only one who thinks he’s creepy even when put together properly?
Did you know that Mr. Potato Head originally was only the plastic stick-on parts in a bag? It was meant to use on real vegetables and fruit. Mr. Eggplant Head anyone?
Mother Hen
The toilet thing brought back memories. Speedy, at age 4, made his lego pirates walk the plank into the toilet and then flushed them down. He was mighty sad to learn that mommy could not retrieve them. Lesson learned: flushing is permanent.
Thanks for the chuckle!
That is a hilarious image. (And I’m now singing the Backyardigans’ “Make Them Walk the Plank” song. Because I’m that hip.)
I love the way you parent. You parent like a relaxed parent. Like you wouldn’t even think about dipping your child in hand sanitizer after the whole toilet thing.
You so chill. 😉
I wasn’t always so chill. But when William was 8 months old, I caught him sucking on the stroller wheel in a carpeted airport in northern Thailand. I relaxed after that.
My 3yo has discovered that little brothers are much more fun than play dough and can be used in pretty much the same way. Hopefully he won’t soon start treating him like a Hot Wheel and dunking him in the toilet…
I’m laughing. Two images!
I see toilet dunking in my future.
My son had a bad dream a few nights ago where some girls were shrunk and flushed down the toilet..
Then I had to explain why he couldn’t “die” his sister like the Joker.
Nothing like a chat about the permanence of death while sitting on the playground.
From A-Z in three minutes! I love those conversations…
Sounds like expert parenting to me!!! You and your husband rock!!
I’m intrigued by the squishing-your-head game. I imagine the rule book is pretty short, right?