Monday, September 17, 2007

I have good news and bad news...

I have good news and bad news, which do you want first? As much as I dread hearing that sentence from my girls, it really seemed so appropriate for my blog tonight. I apoligize for the length of time between my last blog, I was down with the stomach flu and in no mood to find anything even remotely amusing about my family. Three kids jumping on the bed when I already feel like I am on a cheap fair ride gone horribly wrong, just isn't my idea of a good time.
So that is why I haven't been online, I have spent the last few days getting over my bug, and trying to like my family again. Which brings us to the good news/bad news portion of this evening.

The good news is that I have been able to spend a lot of "quality" time with Lili in the last few days, and she has pretty much stopped using the word 'He**' to emphasize every statement. YEAH! As much as I would like to take credit for this remarkable change in her behavior, I am sure my laughing everytime she said it didn't do too much to discourage her. My guess is she has replaced that behavior with a new one. Something designed to get a positive response from her friends and family. Something not nearly as offensive. That would be where I was wrong. Bringing us to the "bad news"...

She has now decided it is much more effective to "moon" whoever is irritating her. I am not joking. Do you really think I could make this up? The child went from swearing at anyone and everyone to pulling down her pants and slapping her bottom at them. Great. I guess I should be glad I am her pre-school teacher because my boss won't have to waste time sending home notes over this disturbing behavior. I get to witness it in all it's glory. Sometimes I am so proud I could cry. Oh, wait, those aren't tears of joy, they are the "Oh, my Gosh! Is she REALLY doing that?" kind of tears. The worst part is that I really have NO idea where she got the idea for this unique form of expression. It isn't like I exhibit this behavior when I am frustrated, nor do Chloe or Emma. I can't account for all of the hours in Tom's day, but I hope and pray with all my might she didn't learn it from him. Unfortunately, the odds aren't in Tom's favor.

So here I am with my cute, tutu wearing, swearing, bottom slapping 4 year old. I am so NEVER getting 'Mother of the Year'.