Trying to maybe start up some new traditions with the kids: making one of their favorite sweet treats together before daddy gets home, and then enjoying a couple of them while we decorate the tree as a family. I decided we would do a little twist on the always loved "Fudge Babies," as these were Fudge MINT Babies with SPRINKLES!!!! VERY good!!!!
But can I be honest? As nice and whatever as I have described this scenario, I can only hope that our children will come away feeling those warm and fuzzy feelings that I strived to create. Because, seriously??? --- I'm not exaggerating when I say that I had a headache, earache, and chest pain for the majority of this first attempt to start some traditions. I feel like the amount of patience and restraint that I practice is necessary, but that it results in my feeling like my insides are going to implode. By the end of the tree decorating/when we were trying to get them ready for bed, I had to say, "I'm almost out of my 'patient voice.'" Any other Love & Logic parents out there that can relate to this type of feeling???
Anyway. I am extremely thankful for the sweet, energetic, healthy children we have. I'm glad I decided to do this fun, little activity. I look forward to doing it next year. I just don't enjoy the whole, "everybody will get a turn...don't push your sister/brother off of the stool...no fighting..." and the more understandable moments that some might deem as "cute": "let's not lick our fingers and hands as we roll these into balls...etc."
I really and truly enjoy our children. Mainly when they're not in each other's presence. They're either pissing each other off, or being so silly and loud I need to yell to get their attention. On the other hand, I can actually think of nuuuuuumerous occasions where they play so well together that it just melts my heart. I guess this is just parenthood, right? Takin' the good with the bad...