I am ready to move.
I am literally (well, back and forth to the computer) staring out the window at a little boy screaming and crying in the back yard. Annoying! I guess I could shut my window, but that's beside the point. He was playing nicely with two kids, then screaming occurs, I get up and look out the window (natural parent thing to do), little kid runs inside, boy lays on ground screaming, much older and bigger kid runs away. This all leads me to think someone did something wrong. Boy continues to lay there thrashing and crying, oh, where's the mother...good question, she's not around. Like so many kids in our develpment, the parents just let them roam! So...back to the kid, he's laying there throwing his fit, and then he gets up and karate chops the air. "There, I showed YOU!" Hope he feels better. Annoying brat. Go to bed.
Not that my kids are perfect by any stretch of the imagination, in fact, Big wee one has been quite a pain in the kicker the last few days, but I'll be the first to pull her inside when she starts acting like that. I'm also the first to take away her food if she doesn't eat, her toys if she can't play nicely, her books for bed if she can't follow directions. I'm a mean mom...sometimes.
Other times, I let her do things like this...
I'd love to chat more, but Grey's is coming on and I've got to get ready. More later my bloggin' buddies!