The Out of Sync Christmas

I am always pretty excited about Christmas. I've always loved it. This year I had a hard time finding a groove with finding gifts and getting them in the mail. It is really hard to shop with these two. I had to do little shopping spurts here and there. But, I got it done.
Mackenzie was excited at the notion of Santa. She still doesn't understand the whole thing. She saw presents under the tree and was excited to open them. You know the phase where they want to open everything? With Fiona, she just opened everyone's gifts that year. We couldn't really do that with Mack this year. We had to try to keep her away from Fiona's gifts. She spent the whole time running to the tree and opening any gift she could find. She got really mad when I would tell her to stop and give it to Fiona. When Mack gets mad, she throws things. She threw gifts all over the place. I got 2 pictures of Christmas. I couldn't take time to get pictures because she needed an adult on her at all times. The paper mess and gifts strewn all over just set her off. She was a mess. Crying and screaming. Christmas isn't fun. Christmas is chaos. Christmas is eating breakfast too late. Christmas is being told that you can't open all the presents. It was so hard for me to see her be so unhappy on such a happy day. We tried to go outside and watch Fi ride her new bike but still Mack was in attack mode. Finally I sent her next door to Nana's where it is quiet and she was able to eat and nap while I tried to get our house back in order so she could come back and feel normal. It took days to get her back. Just this morning she threw a tennis racket at Fiona's head. Long story. I always tell Fiona that it won't always be this hard. One day I need to believe it.

Coming up for air

I forgot I even started this blog. I think I've decided that facebook is my one minute- one liner blog because it is about all I can do most days. Not that I am any busier than any other mom. I don't mean to claim to be. Holy moly though. My kids are the ones everyone stares at at the mall. My kids are the ones that cause other mothers to shake their heads in disgust. My kids are the ones...period.
So, this morning...Mack follows Brian into the bathroom while he is showering. I can hear her talking through the door. At this point in her life she is very interested in genitals. She also says "Oh my goodness" all the time. He gets out of the shower. I hear her. "Oh my goodness that's a big penis." I am laughing. I don't hear daddy laughing in the bathroom. Friggin hillarious if you ask me.
I do love having funny kids. Maybe my kids aren't any funnier than other kids. Maybe I'm just really paying attention. Maybe looking for the humor in my life helps me through the parts that are so hard. Who knows.

This wasn't in the brochure...

I have said that so many times in the last five years. When you think about having a baby, you think about how cute they are in the little clothes and how sweet they smell. Before you begin the journey, no one ever tells you what really happens. No one tells you that your kids grow horns at 15 months old. No one tells you exactly what to do the first time vomit shoots from your baby's face. No one mentions that for the next few years you will do everything with one hand because you are holding the baby in the other. Hence-this wasn't in the brochure. But...I do need to reassure you that parenting is more than I ever expected it to be. Yesterday I looked at Mack and wanted to freeze time. Her little haircut, her boots, her perfectly square diaper butt in her skinny jeans. Perfection.