I know it’s supposed to be Keepin’ the Faith Friday, but honestly, I’m too tired to think straight. We spent the whole day rearranging, which was good but exhausting. (Photos to be posted tomorrow. I know you’re excited, but try to get some sleep tonight.) And then guess who had the brilliant idea of taking the kids on a 45 minute car ride to IKEA at 6:30 at night? Oh, that would be me. So, that ended with a grumpy husband, two older boys sitting in the shopping cart like babies because child care was closed and they thought IKEA was a giant game of hide n seek, a baby that burst into tears when I walked near him (sleepyhead just wanted to be nursed and put to bed), and a wife that kept repeating at louder and less friendly tones, “Just one more thing and I’ll get you your ice cream!”
Anywho, my brain is tired. So here is something else, totally unrelated to “Keepin’ the Faith” or Friday, for that matter.
The other day Caden got into trouble for something that I can’t remember. But he took out his anger through his art. (Which totally made me think of Riley, Jessica!) Here’s what he drew:
It’s me and Geric. We aren’t allowed. Allowed what? Not sure. Just not allowed. Maybe near him. I don’t know. Your guess is as good as mine.
And what does it mean that he drew me bigger than Geric? Does it mean that he loves me more? Or that I’m a bigger role model in his life? Or that he sees me as more powerful, and thus feels safer around me? Or does he just think I’m fat?
Anyway, I thought I would make a few of my own “Not Allowed” drawings for my kids.
Two can play at this game, sonny boy. Oh yes, you’ve met your match. And you’re goin’ down!
This one is for Baby Elijah.
Pretty obvious, right? He’s not allowed to cry at 2am anymore. Or at any hour between 8pm and 7am.
This one is for Jacob.
He is not allowed to yell from the toilet, “Mom! I’m done poopin’!” Any variation of that statement is not allowed anymore either. Figure it out kid. I believe in you and your wiping skillz.
And this one is for Caden.
He is no longer allowed to fart in a crowded space when I am present. It stinks. It’s embarrassing. People look at me like that hideous odor came out of my body. And I would never.
What kind of a doodle would you draw for your kids?