Friday, January 23, 2009

I can see the future

Good morning. Once again, you will find me happy to report that the kiddos have continued to have a great week. Graham is yet to take off his boots. However, I have been quiet pleased to say that he has favored pants (instead of shorts) as a part of his coordinated outfit. Sydney has had a good week as well. Yesterday they celebrated her half birthday at school. I forgot to take cookies. Aren't I a great dad? Look, I have 3 kids. I have a hard enough time remembering one birthday a year for them, much less two. The good news is that her teacher, Mrs. Rogers, saved the day. She was able to find some replacements. All in all, Sydney would tell me she had one of the best days in memory. Tonight she spends the night at one of her friends houses. It ought to be a great weekend.

Ainsley remains, well, tootiful. Is that a word? Well, what I am trying to say is that she remains a toot. She is a twerp extraordinaire. You know, I have often joked how bad a new she would grow up and be. Some have heard me even say such things as I feared the reality of her standing on bar stools in a bikini doing shots of tequila in her teens. I always said this half jokingly - not really expecting it to come true. It was just a dramatic way of getting my point across.


I don't think it is a joke anymore. I am pretty sure that is the reality I can expect. She is already a party girl and, worse yet, she is sneaky. I cannot tell you how many times I find a candy wrapper in one of the cupboards. And no, it isn't because she threw the wrapper in there. No. She climbed up onto the cabinet, reached to the top shelf, hung by one arm, stole candy, snuck back down, and hid in the cabinet while she munched away. The wrapper was left by accident. I can't tell you how many times I find her hiding under the sink in the bathroom or somewhere even more ridiculous, just munching away on a Laffy Taffy or some Sweet Tarts. Worst of all, she doesn't care about the punishment. Apparently it is all worth it for the fun.

I have to figure out what to do. I have to get in charge here.

Otherwise, I face the very real reality of my future.

My hands aren't full with her.

They are overflowing.

Purpose, take me away.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

How about moving the candy and replacing it with something either healthy or yucky... what a surprise after she climbs up there!