Friday, January 16, 2009

It's a jungle out there..............

It happened.........I became THAT mom. The one i always said i'd never be.........cause, you know, my kids were going to be perfect! So i picked baby girl up from "school" aka DAYCARE yesterday and was handed a grocery bag with soiled panties. Ok, no problem, we had an accident, NO BIG DEAL.........Moved on to pick up baby boy.....Then baby girl began to protest. a very loud protest. that then proceeded to develop into a tantrum......So, as she was laying on the floor of baby boy's school, she began a loud version of NATIVE CHANTING! I quietly tried to reason with her and realized i had forgotten to take a class in Crazy Jungle Language, so i quickly stepped over her and moved on to pick up baby boy. And i guess as most members of tribes would do, baby boy decided to join in his sisters CHANTING! As they both broke out into their matching TRIBAL Dances and Chants, i quickly grabbed all bottles, coats, hats, blankets, lovies, paperwork and anything else i could grab, meanwhile feeling the giant stares of MOMMIES everywhere. Some sympathetic and some NOT so sympathetic.

Now, time to get them in the car. Holding one and dragging the other, I managed to throw all paraphenalia in the front seat, Dear Savior BIG JIM rescued me and helped put baby boy in his seat while i used all body strength to heave my 27 pound baby girl into her seat. Now, 27 pounds doesn't sound like much, but she has an amazing talent of tripling body mass, performing new types of pilates, and maneuvering her way out of that seat!

All while chanting crazy jungle language.....AKA.........screaming at the top of their lungs!!


Helen Michael said...

WOW! What a writer you are. The visual your words described was truly amazing. HOWEVER, I have to assume your were picking up a friends children because I know my perfect grandbabies would NEVER act that way!!! Love Mom aka Grandmother

Carly said...

Lordy, lordy!!! I think you need some relaxing, gossip-filled grown-up time.

Those that stare are sure to become the next helpless victims!

Im so proud of you for keeping up your posts and I must say, I got a good laugh out of this one!

Y'all be careful this weekend and lets get together soon:)

Tara said...

Gotta love Jim...when Tins was about 2 1/2 he helped me do the same thing. I was parked right in front of the door at the first building. I was 30 shades of red and wanted to die!! It's the most horrible feeling in the world!

ccfoxxy said...

I loved are a really good writer....I shared it with Stacy Blackburn Carson. I thought she would get a real laugh from it.