| This is My Life... | | Date Created: Jun 15, 2006, 09:23 PM |
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John jumping between two beds yelling, "Exercises! Exercises!" James talking talking talking all the time. I said something the other day like, "James, do you ever stop talking?" And he said, "I HAVE to talk." James' saying every time George or John goes to time-out right in front of James' eyes, "Where's he going, Momoe?" John screaming for 45 minutes non-stop, "They hurt. They hurt so much. They hurt really bad," after I cut his Guiness-world-record-contending toenails and fingernails. All three boys standing on John's bed pulling on the map of the world trying to rip it down and then John pointing and saying, "Chile! Chile right dare. Chile. I could live dare." (One of his favorite shirts is his Chile soccer jersey) James asking questions (only those he knows the answer to) over and over and over again. "Where is Daddy?" "You tell me," I say. "Work," he says. "Where's Daddy?" George ripping a pair of sunglasses apart for no reason. George turning over two cups of apple juice for no reason. John hitting every surface of the house with his plastic golf club. John screeching when he's angry. John screeching when he's happy. Nobody coming to the door to the car to the bathroom to get dresed when I say come here. Nobody listening. Everybody fussing. Momoe paying for telling someone yesterday she thought the boys were coming out of the terrible twos. Momoe getting times, places, and dates wrong for plans. Momoe blaming triplets. Momoe pigging out on pizza and "Amos Amos" (what John calls Famous Amos cookies). Momoe tired.
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