While I am generally anti-back blogging because it just sets people up for failure (if I went back and tried to document every thing that I considered posting on this blog, I'd be hundred's of posts behind and would feel so defeated that I'd just give up and you'd never hear from me again), Greg is doing Christmas-y stuff that I'm not allowed to see so I am pretty much stuck with either the computer or a book. Obviously, I picked computer. So here I am back blogging. About carving our pumpkins. Almost 2 months ago. Here's how it went down:
Rex, being a 4-year-old, was pretty excited about carving pumpkins. He talked the WHOLE day about what he was going to carve and who was going to do what. And if you know Rex, you know that he literally did not stop talking, even while peeing.
After dinner, we cleared the counter off and got to work. I forgot (how I don't know after all his talking) that Rex had predetermined that I was to help him carve his, and Greg was to help Alice carve hers. Greg decided to help Rex. Which upset Rex. Because he's four, he didn't verbalize well his predetermined plan, and threw a tantrum instead. Then Greg, who doesn't deal all day with children, started getting bored of carving pumpkins and began rushing Rex to move faster. More tantrum by Rex. Greg gets annoyed and sends Rex to his room. More tantrum. And I just stood by not sure what to do--really Rex didn't need to throw a tantrum, but then again, neither did Greg. I wanted to support Greg, as we've decided that at least in front of the children we will be united on the child discipline thing--we can disagree with no children around but we don't want them playing on that weakness. So I just stood there. It was horrible. Horrible. And I just stood there thinking--how am I supposed to put this mess of a situation on the blog and pretend like we all had a good time?
While the boys threw their tantrums, Alice and I continued carving, but then she also decided to throw a tantrum because she was a whole two-years and one-month old by this time, and an experienced pumpkin carver and needed no help from her mother while wielding a knife.
This is not to mention the fights between Alice and Rex over whose turn it was to use the special pumpkin carving knife or who got which plastic eyes.
After many tears and lots of frustration, the pumpkins were finished and we managed to get a few decent pictures and then it was bedtime, at which point, I'm sure I got out my annoyed voice and maybe even raised my voice a bit to get the kids to just get in bed already. I was done for the day.
See, despite my very blatant and obvious attempt to only post happy good things on this blog because you don't need to know all my drama, we aren't perfect either. But you couldn't tell by these pictures now could? Who says pictures say a thousand words, because these ones are liar liar pants on fire ones.
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