Do you know what it feels like?

I came across this video. This is how I feel today. I don't watch that show, but I might have to start. I love silly sh*t. I've got a rapist wit. Ha. I don't think I belong in Texas. As a child, my dream was to be on Saturday Night Live...or Soul Train (I love to dance). Maybe in my next life. Right now, I like pretending to be beat up my boys and teach them how to say "oooohh yeeaah" while pounding their fists in the other persons face. Is that bad? Should he not know how to do that when he starts pre-school in August? Well, I'll let them tell me, don't judge.

I laugh when Kale says "peesa crap" to the cat because she scratched him- right before I tell him he shouldn't say things like that. I laugh when Mack wakes up all cranky from his nap, lifts his arms to be picked up and when I go to lift him he throws himself in a fit of rage crying and hitting his head on the side of the crib. (It's funny, he's so dramatic and cute). I laugh when Kale grabs a whole bunch of stuff from the pantry to "cook" with and when we try to wrangle it from his grip he pleads "I need this! I need this" like a crack addict. I laugh when Kale pretends to re-enact a person having diarrhea with a rippling sound and then a "heeeee" at the end for a fart. I laugh when Mack arches his back and screams and refuses whatever it is you're trying to do...whether it's eat lunch or watch the news for 1.5 seconds. I'm a lucky girl and don't think I ever forget that.

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Many thanks to our friends in Austin for showing us a good time this past weekend. Our friends without little ones. Our attention spans as parents are slim, at best. We're being pulled every which way from the hours of 7 a.m. to 8 p.m.. But, they did an awesome job of lessening the load taking turns holding the punks, entertaining the punks and watching the punks while us parents took turns playing golf and getting massages. It's not very often you can hold onto friends as you take the plunge into parenthood while they watch. But, they've held strong. As do we. And, when things get ugly, I turn and say, "Don't be scared...it's different when they're yours"...which means exactly that, it's different because they're yours and not mine...amen. Anyway, thanks you guys, you never fail to amaze me at what great friends you are time and time again. And for the next time you guys are with our kids, here's a little bit of advice--you can thank me later.

I'm outtie.