Balancing Act

Look at this kid. What is wrong with this picture? Reason #5233445 Mack cannot be trusted. He's a daredevil. A few other things he did today to make me pull my hair out...I mean, smile: pulled a half eaten banana out of the trash and started to eat it, pulled coffee grounds out and sprinkled them around the kitchen, dumped the dog water out for the 85th time, tried to eat the dog/cat food and rummaged through all my newly folded clothes. But, he's so gosh darn cute. Trouble.

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Sometimes when I'm here at home, I remove myself from the moment, and try to digest what I'm saying. I never imagined what being a parent would be like and it amazes me how much patience it takes each day to raise kids. I don't think I can go 5 minutes without saying one word everyday. These are random things I say on a constant basis:

1. Don't do that.
2. Please stop doing that.
3. How many times do I have to tell you to stop that?
4. Don't touch your booty, you'll get sick.
5. (To Mack) Don't hit your brother with the golf club, that's not nice.
6. Get off of there.
7. You're going to fall.
8. Are you okay?
9. Where does it hurt?
10. Take your shoe out of your mouth...that's dirty!
11. Sit down.
12. Sit still.
13. Scoot your chair back in.
14. You are not done with dinner.
15. Drink your milk.
16. Sit down.
17. No, standing in the high chair is not allowed (Mack!)
18. Do not spit your food out (Mack).
19. For godsakes, here's your damn bottle.
20. Do not head butt your father in the privates.

The list is endless. Two of my favorites: good morning and good night...it's a double edged sword.