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I've read a few articles lately that question current health beliefs. It's amazing to me how many things are written every single day about health and diet and what we should do with our bodies (yes, including this one--ha!).
Scientists now claim that perhaps human bodies need more salt than health authorities have allowed. Salt is good! YEAH!
Oh, and all of those years of being told that "breakfast is the most important meal of the day" (except for that semester I spent in France), I now read that maybe, just maybe, breakfast eating might not be all its eggs are cracked up to be. Maybe.
Also, stop exercising to lose weight. Really. It makes perfect sense. Exercise because it feels amazing. Because you want to do more. Because you need the time to clear your head. Because exercising can help manage stress. Exercise because your body needs it, but not because you think you need a "beach body" like the commercials and Instagram accounts and advertisements tell you are so imperative to happiness.
I have four kids and while my own body has been marred by their formations and debuts, I know it's the best thing I own. And more importantly, I want my children to feel the same way about their own bodies. I don't want my kids to loathe their bodies for not looking a certain way, but to eat what is good and healthy and to move and run because they can!
This video is fantastic:
Moms, dad, daughters, sons, all y'all and me, too: we need to stop punishing our bodies. Read science and research and then make the best decisions FOR OUR BODY. Because bread is delicious. Salt is savor. Exercise makes you feel amazing. Water is life. Your body is fantastic. Love it. Work it. Own it.
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We start school in two weeks. Over the summer some of the kids shifted into different bedrooms and how we managed school mornings last year isn't going to work this year. While we were discussing our new wake-up routines, I told the kids about the alarm clock that I had as a kid. It was a rooster playing the guitar and it sang the most annoying song over and over again until you pushed on its head. And like any millennial parent, I thought I'd see if it was on youtube to show my kids. Ten seconds later we were watching the terror of my childhood mornings:
Can you feel the emotion?
My brother had the alarm clock with a gorilla playing the drums. And my mom had a clock where a wino clown whistled at the top of the hour. That one freaked out my friends during high school movie nights.
Apparently I don't own enough whacky clocks as an adult. But watching all of these clocks from my childhood caused my children to want a crazy alarm clock for their school mornings this year. We did a little internet searching and here are some of the whackiest and most amazing alarm clocks we found right now:
A dancing, rapping bacon alarm clock. What is not to love? (LINK)
This gun alarm clock has my little boys the most excited. You have to shoot the target to get the alarm to stop, which sounds fun to them and painful to me. (LINK)
If your kids like cars and racing, imagine how revved they would be to wake up every morning to "start your engines" and the intense sounds of race cars. I might have a heart attack, but if you've got a deep sleeper, this could be your/their answer. (LINK)
Star projection at night and eight different sound options to wake your child. I love this one, but my boys aren't buying it. I love ceiling projections. (LINK)
A cuckoo alarm clock perfect for kids. It's vintage and current and I want one for my room. (LINK)
A new alarm clock might be just what we need to get everyone up on the first day of school. And every day of school thereafter. Let's hope so, at least.
One of my favorite quotes from Jerry Seinfeld is:
"There is no such thing as fun for the whole family."
If you've ever been to a kiddie theme park, a "family fun" center, or any of its ilk, you know this to be true. Sure, there may be moments that everyone is having a decently fun time, but it is rarely at the same time as the whole family.
Did you ever realize how hard family vacations were for your parents before becoming a parent? Did your dad's stress level at Pizza Pete's Pizza Palace make you wonder why he couldn't relax at such a fun venue? And then you go to Pizza Pete's as a parent and want to pull one hair out of your head for every second that you had to endure the place? No? Just me?
We are smack-dab in the middle of our family reunion season. It's always a conundrum to figure out ways to keep everyone entertained, from the great grandmas to the little babies (well, the mothers holding the new babies). The older generations want to sit around and chat, looking at old family albums and reminiscing about people they knew "back in the day" while the younger generations' eyes slowly glaze over.
So you head to Pinterest for fun ideas for "the whole family" and now you're even more stressed and overwhelmed with all of the possibilities and items needed. I feel your pain.
Here. Right here is a list for you. For your family. For your reunion. For your large parties. Here it is!
1. Lip Sync Battles
Oh geez. I know. But I am telling you, even the biggest dud in the family will get in the spirit of this activity. People that are timid at first always seem to be the funniest lip sync-ers. I have been part of battles that were planned and those that were spontaneous, and both were equally enjoyable. The choreography of the planned battles sometimes bordered on professional while the last-second battles had some of the most hilariously random music choices. Either way, you need music (speaker system, especially) and a prop to serve as a microphone. That's kinda it. Maybe something to record the hilarity for future reunions.
2. Game Rounds
I've converted many self-professed "non game players" into large group game players. And while I love a good board game as much as the next person, the games listed here are basic and only a few are not played with everyday playing cards. The whole idea of game rounds is to get people moving and playing with more than one group or age. You can choose to write out the games on a large card to keep at each station that explains the rules OR put one person in charge of each station to keep the flow steady. If someone wins one to three rounds of a game, they have to move onto the next station. This usually gives those that have been "losing" a bit of an advantage, knowing the rules and getting the hang of it over a few rounds.
A. Egyptian Ratscrew
Oh, how I love this game. It takes some practice and those that seldom win call it "luck" but once you master the DOUBLES slap, you will dominate this game. There is a link in the title to playing the game, but my basic explanation is this:
FACE CARDS have value. Ace=4, King=3, Queen=2, Jack=1
Any doubles can be slapped. Ace plus Ace, three plus three, ANY double
All of the cards in a (52-card) deck are dealt out evenly among players (add extra decks for larger groups--one deck is usually good for up to five players)
Players do not look at their cards, hold them face down in a pile in hands. Person to the left of the dealer flips over their top card into central pile area in the middle of all the players. (ALL PLAYERS must flip cards away from themselves to show the card to other players before self.) Play continues clockwise.
Once face card is flipped, the next person has to play a face card. They have as many chances as the face card valued (Ace=4, King=3, Queen=2, Jack=1). The last person to play a successful face card gets the entire pile of cards. When taken, piles are always added to player's deck underneath, face-down. The winner of the pile begins the next round of play.
IF a double is played at any time, the FIRST PERSON to slap the top card gets the entire pile. They then begin the next round.
Those who run out of cards can slap it at any time to get a pile and return to play.
Winner gets all of the cards!
B. CHEAT
We actually call this game "BS" which is short for Bologna Sandwiches, Beef Stew, Big Stinker, Bean Soup, you know. Because we play with kids. ;) This game can also have multiple decks added to play. For a full explanation, see link above.
C. PRESIDENT
This game also has a lot of names. We call it a mix of President and Scum. Loser is always Scum, even thought we love them. Full explanation in link.
D. Bananagrams
Obviously this game requires you buying the actual game, but for less than $15, you will get your money's worth. It doesn't require a ton of explaining, and it is always very telling to see what words people come up with. I have been embarrassed many times with the low-brow words that come to my mind. Link to Amazon above.
E. Mexican Train
This might not be as easy to transition in and out of, but I have never met a group that didn't enjoy playing Mexican Train. You can find it for $14 and spend up to $75 for what I hope is partly gold. There are also a lot of different versions, so just pick one and stick to it for the evening. Dominoes for every generation. Link to amazon above.
3. Group Riddles
Everyone sits in a circle for group riddles. Or a circle-ish. This plays more like a game than a riddle, but they are also much more fun. WARNING: SPOILERS!!
A. My Aunt Emma
The person who begins this riddle stands, dances and animatedly recites:
My Aunt Emma
She died last night
That's the way you say it
That's the way you play it
And now I'm a member. (bows)
The trick is in one particular prompt. Some of these riddles include something like clearing the throat at the beginning or crossing the arms at the end. That is all that is necessary to become a member. The person can botch the entire riddle and dance, but as long as they do the main prompt, they become a member.
B. Running With Scissors
Person in the middle of the circle says, "I am running with a pair of scissors. I drop them. Are they open or closed?" as they point to one person who must answer. If they guess correctly, they wait a few turns to make sure they understand the riddle and then they play the person in the middle. (OPEN=legs uncrossed, CLOSED=legs crossed)
C. Bang Bang Bang
Person shoots multiple people in the circle (figuratively, of course) "Bang, bang, bang, bang" and then says, "Who did I kill?" People guess and then try shooting if they think they've solved the riddle (First person to say anything after shooter asks "Who did I kill?" is the one who is dead.)
D. Polar Bears Around an Ice Hole
I swore I would never reveal the way to this riddle. See HERE for a refresher or to figure it out. Use six die, once someone figures out the riddle, the tester gives three more tests and if successful shouts, "Are there any Polar Bears here?" and all those who have taken the oath roar. Then the oath must be taken. Goes a little like this: "I, state your name, promise to never reveal the secret to Polar Bears Around an Ice Hole or may polar bears come to visit me in my sleep and gauge out my eyeballs."
E. In My World
Someone begins by saying, "In my world there are XXXXX but no XXXXX" and others add on to it.
For example, "In my world there are bunnies but no mice." (+) "In my world there is root beer but no lemonade." (+) "In my world there are bees but no flies." (+) "In my world there is water but no ice." (X this one does not pass). Do you get it? Your world can include anything with double letters.
F. Big Blue Moon
The riddler says, "Um, ok, Big Blue Moon (noun 1) (noun 2) (noun 3)." Any noun works. The guesser must try to repeat the statement correctly. The biggest key is that they must say "Um, ok" at the beginning.
4. Taste Testing
This activity can be done blindfolded, with score cards, or just one at a time for fun. Keep a garbage bag handy just in case, but these should be foods people actually eat. They may surprise you.
Examples:
5. Kickball
Who doesn't like kickball? Everyone I know either loves playing, loves cheering, or loves watching a good game of family kickball. Maybe this is one family reunion that will actually be fun for the whole family!
I was at a youth camp last week, helping young women "learn and grow" (and yes, I intended those quotation marks every little bit). There was one day that the girls got in groups of 10-15 and walked around different ropes courses with themes and team building exercises. I was put in charge of one where eight girls had to stand inside a small roped-off area that was a "sinking ship." Somehow they had to figure out how to grab a rope suspended from two trees six feet away to get them off the ship and over shark-infested waters to a tiny marked-off "island."
If they fell off the rope or dragged in any way, the sharks won and they would "die"... but then go back to the end of the line. In other words, just like real life. I would have four groups of girls come to my little ropes course where I would give them the rules, watch them work through it, and then guide them through discussions about what it all meant and represented.
My first group came through and it consisted mostly of the girls I knew (including my own daughter). Since it was my first group, I STUCK to the rules, I strictly left them to figure it all out, I might have even had my arms crossed while watching them struggle. I thought that was my role, I thought it was how they would learn. Then an old leader who has watched this activity hundreds of times came over and gave them big helps.
I felt like a moron for not doing it sooner. Three out of fifteen girls got across and the discussion was lame.
They left to their next course activity and I got my new group, where I felt much more prepared. Everyone got a shot at crossing the shark-infested waters, but some girls were unsuccessful and I let them give up super easily. I figured they at least got to try. They slunk over to the logs and sat while everyone else finished and the discussion was moderately better.
The third group of girls came and I had great passive suggestions that helped them all get across, save for a couple who tried a few times but didn't want to keep going. I get it, I thought to myself. I have strong legs, but my upper body struggles in carrying all of my weight. I didn't want them to feel self conscious, because I know that I would. The discussion was more spirited than the previous two, but still a bit stifled.
Do you see where this is going yet?
The last group came and I was ready for it. I had all of the wonderful suggestions that I had learned from the previous groups. I had much better insight and was more aware of the girls' moods and skills. They fed off my energy and killed the whole activity that they ALL got to the island (even those with less upper-arm strength than THIS GAL), had a really inspiring conversation, and they all tried crossing again.
It was a completely different experience than the first group. I kept thinking about the differences and what I could have done better. But, in the end I realized that I had to learn how to lead the group just as much as the groups of girls had to learn how to successfully complete the course.
Is it any surprise that with FOUR kids of my own that I kept thinking about how my four groups are like my parenting? With my first, I had it all figured out. She wouldn't ever be messy, she would always be super polite, eat all her dinner, have a bedtime, get straight As, and overall prove that I am a great leader/parent. Arms folded and everything, I would make sure she learned.
Second child, I am a little more relaxed, but still probably too hard and assuming. Third child gets a lot of love and leeway (probably too much leeway). I've learned how to accept who he is and his strengths. My last child is spirited, understood, and so far successful in all he does. He even gets chances to do more than the others ever did, because we have both learned a lot more quickly how to get through the challenges.
It's the same song and dance I hear my parents and older siblings talk about. No matter how hard you try, the first child gets the arms-folded parent determined to prove that THEY are good parents. The baby of the family is confident because maybe his nose wasn't on the wall as often. I don't know. Sometimes I think my youngest needs his nose on the wall more often. And perhaps our generation of parenting (and the one just beginning) is so afraid of being "mean" parents that we are raising over-indulgent, over-privileged humans. How do we have fourth-group ropes-course experiences with our first kids without the brattiness?
It's so tricky, trying to learn how to raise good humans. Who knew that our PARENTS were also LEARNING to lead while being all parent-y on us? What do you do? Any tricks for the rest of us needing a seasoned older leader who has seen this course hundred of times before?
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There are some photos that make everyone smile and laugh. Alisha Greyson's daughter gave us two such photos. Luckily, Alisha is a photographer and ready to take those pictures of her daughter's craziest moments. I loved hearing her responses to these basic pictures, and I hope you do, too.
What happened to your daughter’s finger in this popular shot flipping the bird?
First of all, Savannah was in a swimsuit and it was poring rain outside. I told her multiple times that we could not go swimming, but she figured that if she kept her swimsuit on long enough she would win. It was already a "fun" morning. Then Savannah asked me for a band aid, because she wanted one. I had recently bought "Despicable Me" bandages but she really thought of them as stickers. I told her that band aids were only for ouchies but she insisted and then showed me her fake ouchie... on her middle finger. She actually kept switching between her middle fingers on both hands; she's not the best liar! The attitude in the picture came from being annoyed that I wasn't giving her a bandage right away and because I pulled out the phone to take a picture again. I'm afraid I may see that same look multiple times in her teenage years.
Tell us about the SunnyD picture.
I did not buy her Sunny D. Yhat was all her dad, so for Savvy that was a treat. Also, she is a very independent girl and feels proud when she is able to do something on her own. I was in the other room changing her baby brother's diaper. I could hear her doing something and pushing a stool around in the kitchen. A minute later when I went back into the kitchen, I found that beautiful bright mess and she just looked up at me and smiled. She said, "I spilled a little mom. But don't worry, I'm cleaning it up!" and she went back to licking it up off the counter. I was literally speechless. My counters were orange for 3 days!
Tell us a little about your family.
I love my little family! I moved to Utah 7 years ago and I met my husband, Mike, the second day that I lived here. We dated for 2 years and were married in 2010. We had our first child, our daughter Savannah, a year later and she is now 3. When she was just a newborn I worried that the nickname "Savvy" wouldn't fit her, but it couldn't be more fitting. She likes to go by "Savvy G" but some of my family members like to just call her "Savage." They say she gets dirtier quicker than any other kid. She is the most animated and dramatic little girl you will ever meet! Then we had our son Preston who is now 18 months. He is a sweetheart who never stops eating. He is a big flirt and will call anyone mommy if it will help him get what he wants. He is now Savvy's best little buddy and follows her around everywhere and into all kinds of messes. He spends most of his time trying to play basketball like his daddy! My husband Mike works for Marriott and someday we will take advantage of his perks and we can actually travel! I am a wedding, lifestyle and family photographer and I like to sew in the very little free time we have.
What is your favorite thing to do with your kids?
I love to take my kids hiking and exploring! We try to go up into the mountains as much as possible and have picnics and pick wildflowers. We also like to binge watch Netflix together while staying in our pajamas all day long!
What is one thing you wish you would have known before becoming a parent?
I wish I would have known how messy kids really are; not so I could have prepared, because there really is no way to prepare. I just wish I would have known so I would never have thought things like, "When I have kids they will never have a messy face!" "They will never wear their pajamas to the grocery store" "I would never let them eat something that fell on the floor!"
What is one thing you would like all new parents to know?
Somebody once told me that whenever my kids make a crazy mess or do something they should not do, instead of getting upset right away I should take a picture instead. They said this will help me to keep calm and not be so upset, and will also allow me to laugh about some of the things they do. Kids are going to make messes and do crazy things they shouldn't. That's inevitable. We might as well laugh and enjoy it, that's one of the reasons I love KidsAreTheWorst so much!!
Thanks so much, Alisha. We all think that we won't let our kids play with our cellphones or have messy faces... until we have them and throw all of our pre-child ideas out the window.
Check out more of Alisha and her work on:
https://www.facebook.com/AlishaGregsonPhotography
http://alishagregsonphotography.com
I don't know about you, but I am getting a bit anxious for the upcoming summer break. Kids are home, days are long, and the television and personal devices are getting ready for their big season of usage. When I am "easygoing" during the summer, the kids watch and play on too many screens, eat too much junk food, and then inevitably they get cranky and fight. It's a freakin' broken record.
We have done summer fun calendars where each day we choose something fun to do together as a family after their chores are done. It works for the first few days, even a couple of weeks. But then... everyone gets tired and there's a campout or a short trip and we get off track.
I have finally decided to take a page out of my mom's old playbook. I kinda swore I would never do it, but here I am, finally ready to do THE POINT SYSTEM. Even writing it makes me cringe a bit. Ha! But, I am determined to make it work for our family, because it was a great way to learn how to budget time, responsibility and "earn" your allowance.
What is THE POINT SYSTEM? (Sorry, but it is so legendary in our family that it feels imperative to be in all caps.) Simply, chores and work are given values (points) and you record your points when you've completed the assigned chores. OK, that didn't read so simply, so let me show you this summer's POINT SYSTEM chart for my 13yo daughter:
I then added up the amount of points that are the WEEKLY GOAL (not 100%, every job every day). For example, I don't expect my daughter to do a math sheet seven days a week during the summer, but the goal is for five days a week. Brushing her teeth, however, the goal is that she does it twice every day (shocker!). If she meets or exceeds the goal number, she gets the full amount (which we have decided is $20). And then you can see how it breaks down after that.
Letting them "earn" their money will help in so many ways, I hope. No longer will I feel guilty when they go to the Shiver Shack to get a snow cone with some friends and I don't have a few spare dollars. If they want to go, they can use the money they earn(ed). Plus, they will have earned enough money to buy me a great birthday gift at the end of the summer. BooYAH!
I'll let you know how it goes this summer. I'm super hopeful. And I've done a lot of the work already making the POINT SYSTEM charts for each kid (my 5yo's list is a bit easier and less $ earning potential).
Wanna try it in your home? I've made a blank template that you can print out and fill out for your kid(s). If you do, let me know how it goes. Let's POINT SYSTEM all over this summer.
Right click and save the photo to print! TaDah!
It's like I always say, "Stick with what your Momma taught ya!" Sorry I doubted you, Mom.
Best of luck this summer, parents! WE CAN DO THIS!
anna
Originally posted on babycenter.com in April, 2015
written by Anna Macfarlane, kidsaretheworst.NET
15 Reasons Kids are the Worst
If you have children, you know that your love for them runs crazy deep; so deep that you could dig a tunnel to the other side of the planet and you still wouldn’t have dug as deep as your love.
Sometimes, though, those same kids can drive you to the point of madness where you want to scream, “Kids are the worst!” at the top of your lungs. But, you’re not alone and that is why you need the Instagram account @KidsAreTheWorst. You don’t need to shout or scream or even cry. These 15 kids below have done things so hilariously rotten that we all can laugh together and then look at our own children and say, “Eh, you’re not so bad today. We can do this!”
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #1
They want to take that bath…. as soon as you get them dressed in their Sunday best.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #2
They use their imaginative play to make mountains out of the laundry you just cleaned, folded, and put away.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #3
Nothing impresses them. Not even what was once your favorite day of the entire school year.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #4
HDTV is too realistic for them, so they put a filter on it.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #5
Sometimes they take personal style matters into their own hands. (Anyone else think this girl was hoping to be like Rapunzel and see her hair turn brown?)
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #6
They are either professional tasters or professional wasters. Jury is still out.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #7
They amaze you with their uncanny ability to make a mess in seconds. Holy Sheets!
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #8
You never get to sleep in anymore. And your alarm clock stinks.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #9
They booby trap your bathroom and find reasons not to brush their teeth. All in one gesture.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #10
Their skin is softer than yours. Also, where did all of your petroleum jelly go?
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #11
They throw fits in the worst possible aisle of the store. Don’t they realize that anyone in this section is already a bit upset? Maybe they sense it.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #12
They remind you of that woman you used to work with that was always anxious about deadlines. Oh yeah, and they make messes of your best lipstick!
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #13
There is no secret hiding spot for you. They will always find you.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #14
Gifts are always interesting from your kids. Often honest and sometimes sweet, some kids are lucky that they aren’t old enough to spell yet, or you might get a little offended.
Why Kids Are the Worst, Reason #15
They need lots of bandages for their pretend owies. Seriously, they can’t even.
Dear Children,
Laughing with you is so much more fun than crying. Someday you will understand when your kids throw the same tantrums, make similar messes and unintentionally offend that stranger in the grocery store, too, and we will be their grandparents that know how to laugh at it all. Hopefully you will laugh at your kids, too. Because, kids are the worst. Once in a while.
Love,
Your Parents
I rarely feel guilt as a mother. I’m confident that I am not totally screwing up in helping these four humans become self-sufficient members of society. But when Mother’s Day rolls around, all of the guilt I could have felt during the rest of the year hits me in one gigantic ball of “you’re not good enough” guilt. I also feel guilt for not loving Mother’s Day when there are so many women who would like to be mothers, miss their mothers, or miss the children who made them mothers. It’s a complicated day.
Today, though, I sit in a hospital room waiting for my child to return from surgery. It’s nothing too serious; he broke his femur last year and they want to take the plate and 12 screws out so his bone can continue to grow and reduce his risk of breakage at the growth plates. But its a weird thing, sitting in a hospital room doing nothing but writing on your laptop while your child is being cut open and worked on.
I can hear the cries of children in neighboring rooms. Some cries sound awfully young and others sound like they are in awful pain. I wonder what they’re here for, and my heart aches for them, but also for their parents. Watching your kids go through pain (physical and emotional) is so much more difficult than going through your own pain. That’s what you cannot understand until you have had children. Until you have raised little human beings, you think that you know empathy, but it is so much heavier than you knew possible.
When my son first broke his femur, I had just returned home from a long trip with the youth from my church and was unpacking WHILE trying to pack for our family summer vacation we were to be leaving for the next day. I heard cries coming from the backyard and when I saw him clutching his leg on the trampoline, I said the same thing that I had said every other time someone got hurt on the trampoline, “You’re fine. Just hop off and go chill out somewhere.” At this point, you might be thinking what a wonderful mother I am. Where is my Mother of the Year trophy?
It gets worse.
He was still crying and clutching at his quad—he was not going to move on his own. So, I grabbed him and carried him over to a patio chair. Are you cringing yet? Yeah, I know. This is one of those “maybe you should feel more guilt on days other than Mother’s Day” moments. “Dude, you’re fine. Just breathe,” I said. He tries, but the deep breath sends a shock of pain to his leg.
My husband and I look at each other and know that we have to take him to the hospital. Every slight bump or turn in the car and my little boy lets out a small shriek. I am realizing the severity of the situation every minute that we get closer to the hospital. His cries are now sending little jabs into my mothering heart. After we are admitted to the ER (and I get the first few of many disapproving head shakes reserved for those who own a trampoline), my son lies on the hospital bed and lets out the most pathetic sounds. I try to give him kisses and hold his hand, but he pleads that I don’t touch him. “Can someone give him something for the pain?” I ask anyone who walks by our room.
I have turned into the Mama Bear. Just one hour before I was questioning his pain level and now I am demanding to get some professional attention to my poor baby. He’s a little guy and fairly quiet, so to hear him crying in such agony was wrenching my heart. Finally we are told that he has broken his femur and will be admitted. The break will require surgery. Because he had eaten dinner shortly before jumping on the trampoline, they wouldn’t be able to begin his surgery for hours, which turned into the following morning. All evening, they gave him doses of medicine, but he continued to feel a lot of discomfort. As soon as he would start drifting to sleep, his muscle would spasm and he would shriek at the pain. This went on all night. He went into surgery in the morning and the surgeon told us that it was significantly worse than the single fracture they had thought. He had three separate fractures going every which way on his femur, and she could not say enough about how much pain he must have felt.
My small eight-year-old boy got smaller in the following months as he wasn’t able to play, swim, or participate in most of the summer activities. The first two weeks of the third grade, he pushed around a walker and wore a big brace that we called his “bionic leg.” He smiled when people brought him treats, but silent tears rolled down his face when we went to family and neighborhood parties.
The subsequent doctor and physical therapy visits were taxing, but mostly because we saw so many children with issues MUCH more difficult than my son’s. My heart broke for these kids and their parents, grateful for the patient nurses and doctors, for the hospital and all those who contributed to it. Life can be sincerely difficult, and a messy room, a broken tv, or a ruined tube of lipstick all seem wonderful and fun when you put them on the scale of human experience.
Today the anesthesiologist asked my son what flavor of sleep gas he wanted. After considering it for a few seconds, he asked if they had “glazed donut” flavor. The doctors and nurses all laughed and mused about such a great idea for a flavor of medicine. One of the residents, looking over the medical chart, said, “It’s so nice to have a healthy kid,” mostly to himself, but I couldn’t agree more.
It is SO nice to have a healthy kid. Being a parent can be frustrating and trying and exhausting, but it is the best thing I have ever done. Mind you, I have done a lot of amazing and fantastic things in my life. I have travelled, worked, created, taught, accomplished, and continue to do these things. But having a kid (four of them!) has by far been the best thing I have chosen to do. I understand that some people do not wish to have children and I don’t think anyone SHOULD have kids if they don’t want them (plug for the gift of ADOPTION). But if they don’t want to have children because they don’t want anyone accidentally breaking the television, waking them up early Saturday morning or spilling cereal on the carpet, then they are MISSING OUT!
Mother’s Day is a tricky day, to be sure, but somehow it’s got to stop being about comparing what kind of mother you are, were, or want to be and what kind of mother you had. It’s got to stop being about the brunch and what presents you give and get. This year, Mother’s Day for me is right now, sitting in this empty hospital room, realizing the gratitude I have for the chance at being a mother. It is thinking about the hugs my children give me that sincerely feel like they are filled with healing powers. It is reminiscing about my mother sitting in her chair with her needlepoint project and grateful that she made the choice to have me.
My kids may never say cheesy sentiments about me being their angel mother (I’m looking at you, Abraham Lincoln) or send me to a spa while they clean the house and make my favorite dessert. That’s okay by me. I’m just glad I get to be an imperfect mother of imperfect kids in an imperfect life that I love.
Happy Mother’s Day, imperfect people.
I've mentioned before that I have four kids, who are all brilliant and funny and good. Of course sometimes they are super stinkers, because they are kids... because they are HUMANS. The first few months after I created the @kidsaretheworst accounts, my kids seemed fairly offended when I mentioned it.
"You think we are the worst?" they would ask.
And I would respond with, "Of course. Once in a while. But you're also the best a lot of the time, so I wouldn't sweat it." Sometimes I would even explain how hyperbole works and they seemed to be temporarily placated.
Now they laugh at all of the pictures and the whole idea of KATW. Chalk it up to maturity, time, or boredom, they don't even really care anymore that I refer to their peers as "the worst" on a daily. My 5yo will look at some of my papers or work and say, "Oh is this for 'kids are the worst'?" Sometimes he looks through my pictures and tells me exactly WHO should be on the account. It's really kind of funny. He has become unfazed. Which is true to most of my antics, really. My kids think all mothers sing and dance ridiculously in the middle of Trader Joe's when Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" comes on. I mean, "I wanna feel the heat with somebody" are some majorly under-appreciated lyrics.
I digress. Like always. What I wanted to post is a little letter to those kids who might be struggling with the idea of an account called "KIDS are the WORST" that their parents follow, submit to and laugh with.
Dear Children,
Laughing with you is so much more fun than crying. Someday you will understand when your kids throw the same tantrums, make similar messes, and unintentionally offend that stranger in the grocery store, too. We will be their grandparents who will continue to laugh at the maniacal situation that is parenthood and at them. Hopefully, you will laugh at your kids, too. Because, kids are the worst. Once in a while.
Love,
Your Parents
Some photos on KidsAreTheWorst tickle our funny bones more than others. There are some photos that I am sent that make me laugh immediately and I know that I have to post and share them right away. What is the story behind these photos? Who are these kids and who are their parents? I asked Amy Holmes (@amyedenholmes) to be my first KATW Behind the Photo interview because this photo has been one of my favorites and has become a bit of a viral sensation since it was posted.
I originally purchased the peanut costume (from Amazon) for my daughter’s first Halloween in 2009. It has been a staple in our “make believe box” ever since, along with my son’s sexy fireman and skeevy cop get-ups.
My daughter (5 years old in the picture) has always marched to the beat of her own drum (don’t most kids, though?). And for the past few years, she’s been adamant about choosing her own clothes. A game-changing moment for us (and by “us,” I mean me) was when she exclaimed, “God made YOU to be fancy, He didn’t make ME to be fancy mom!” (I was asking her to wear a sundress to a nice family dinner. You would’ve thought by her flare for the dramatic, I was dressing her up for one of those shameful Toddler & Tiaras pageants.) I realized in the moment that, A. I didn’t have the energy to be the fashion police, and more importantly, B. kids' hearts are so fragile. I just want her to have a happy childhood; and if that means she walks around in a peanut costume, then so be it.
And the sign on her back, .I just thought it was funny. It was more of a “shout-out” to all the other moms at Target.
My husband and I have been married for 8 years and have three kids, ages 6, 3, and 11 months. I drive a mini-van. I homeschool my kids. We are entirely boring. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I love snuggling on the couch and watching TV, mostly because they're quiet and I get to rest for a minute. My kids talk incessantly, and it’s fun (except for all those new Pokemon sounds my daughter is making. Those are annoying.). I’m constantly documenting our conversations in my Notes app because I’m terrified that I’m going to forget all the funny things they say. I love the quiet moments. It gives me time to soak in life.
I wish I had known that the miracle of childbirth was going to leave me unable to jump rope without wetting myself. I would’ve done more kegel exercises. For sure. Also, baby boys and boners. I wasn’t expecting that.
You’re not cool anymore. Being a parent is inherently uncool. Accept it and move on. While those beautiful new Tory Burch boots and that Suburban may be earning you some high style-points, everyone knows that you’re scraping baby poop out of your nails and sucking like the dickens on that ingenious little NoseFrida Snotsucker just like all the other parents. So go ahead and buy your kids the tacky character bedding and stop worrying about what people think of you.
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Thanks so much Amy. Keep up on those kegels, Moms and Moms-to-be. And, while I never had a NoseFrida Snotsucker, I do know a bit about being uncool.
Is there a picture on KidsAreTheWorst that you would like to know more about? Which is your favorite? Have you let your kids wear something in public that you wish you would have accompanied with a "Don't Judge My Mom. I Dress Myself" sign?
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It happens to all parents at one time or another. You've burped your babies, changed them into a fresh outfit, played a little and then they spit up all over themselves and you. Just the sound of a cough followed by the beginning gurgling of vomit can send shivers down your spine. But, spit happens. Does it ever. Enjoy:
Thanks to Shay Nugent, Alex Witson, Dana Baker, Andrea Cottrell and The Pink Poppy Shop for their contributing video clips.
Want your child to be featured on one of our next videos? Email your videos to kidsaretheworstest@gmail.com .
SPECIFICALLY, we are looking for videos of your kids' best dance moves OR record them saying any words they can't pronounce correctly (for example, my son used to say "hangerbooger" for hamburger). Thanks in advance!
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This video was sitting in my Direct Message folder on Instagram and immediately I fell in love with these parents. Well, immediately I gasped at the sound of technology being destroyed. And then I heard the mother exclaim, "Oooh Shiiiiizaam" and laugh and that's when I wanted to go find them and hug them. I don't know if I would be so restrained and laugh as both of these parents did when their toddler destroyed the television.
But, I know it's just stuff. My kids don't quite get that concept yet. I am always telling them to keep their rooms clean, respect the home and car, hang up their clothes, don't spill, wipe your shoes, all that jazz. Which I think is important, because children need to respect the items that their parents worked hard to purchase and provide. But, when something breaks or spills or ruins, do I remember that ACCIDENTS HAPPEN? That the spirit of my children is more important than something that will eventually end up in a thrift store or landfill anyway?
I asked this mother, Carrie, to email me the video so I could post it. In the subject line, she wrote "Daddy gets a new tv." You can either laugh or cry, and when it comes to little children and accidents, I hope I laugh more like these parents.
What do you think? Would you have laughed and refrained from cursing, too? Does this video make you cry or laugh just watching it?
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Do you DubSmash? It is so annoying and so awesome and so dumb and so fun. I know it is one of those apps that is going to get boring and exhausting all too soon, but for now, we are having so much fun with DubSmash.
Like this one I did with my son:
Oh and then introducing my kids to Friends is great when you have DubSmash, like this one:
Currently my kids' favorite movie is School of Rock, so it was only fitting that my daughter and I did this DubSmash:
Adventure Time? We do. This one makes me laugh a lot, because my son's face gets SO red by the end. Just like LemonGrab:
Even the kids who aren't very good at memorizing little snippets and hamming it up for the phone camera love to see themselves lip syncing:
Hours and hours of fun with DubSmash. But a little word of caution for parents: There are a lot of inappropriate sounds and recordings with profanities. In each and every category and every search I have made, I have heard some profane recordings. I tried to make it a bit safer and cleaner for my kids by creating a folder in the tab on the top of the DubSmash homepage titled "My Sounds" which I named "good clean dubfun"! I search for the recordings and when I find one I think my kids will like, I push on the circle next to the star (see photo below) and a pop-up Action asks if I want to "Add to Soundboard" (yes) and then select the folder created. This way the kids don't go searching through the garbage and accidentally hear things that I prefer they don't.
Get it? Yeah, you do. Hashtag #KATWDubSmash so we can all share our DubSmash videos on Instagram. Have a dub weekend!
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**I was not compensated in any way to write this review. We just enjoy this app and hope you do, too.**
My 11yo son went to Maturation at school a month ago, so he's pretty fluent in all things mature and maturing and stuff. He is pretty confident that he knows all about preventing smelly armpits, what will happen as he grows, and even how babies are made. He's got it down. (please note the paragraph is dripping with sarcasm, ok? ok.)
So, imagine my surprise when yesterday while we were driving in the car, he asked what was up with the new mole on my face.
"Mom, when did you get that big mole? What is happening to it."
I was fairly confident that there was no new mole on my face. "What mole?"
He points to my chin, where a rather large pimple had been recently overly-expressed by Yours Truly. It was one of those pimples that really hurts to pop, and yet you keep going after it because it is so big and obnoxious.
So I had to explain that it was not a mole, but a pimple that I should have left alone (like he learned to do in Maturation) but did not.
His jaw dropped. "You can get pimples when you're an adult?" He was shocked. And obviously his Maturation world had been shaken for the first time.
"Yes, all the time. Especially when the seasons change or I change face cleansers or when my workouts change...."
"I'm sorry, but that is confusing. Adults can get pimples?"
Oh buddy. Yes. All over.
I can't wait until my maturation is over.
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Sometimes I get emails and messages that parents send with photos AND stories. And some photos tell an entire story all on their own. I could bombard Instagram with photos all day long, but that would be frustrating for all of us. Here are some of my favorite stories this week:
"My daughter Harleigh will do absolutely the opposite of everything shes told, this day she was told to sit and relax, she found the timeout stool and became creative, and no shes not stuck she always manages to get out:)." -Patricia Johnston
"In this picture I'm sitting in a box. As a child I really loved to play with boxes. My dad once bought a doll and I threw the doll in a corner and started to play with the box! This picture was taken around 1992 when I was about 5 years old!" -Angelique Vermeule, The Netherlands
"All I want is a little privacy!" -Maricela Jimenez
Sometimes I feel the need to explain to people that the title of this website, instagram, and all Kids Are The Worst things is playing off our society's need to exaggerate moments. I want to explain to all of the Negative Nancy Naysayers that you can laugh with us or don't worry about it. But then I read this quote:
Well, then. We can't convince other parents and non-parents to laugh and understand hyperbole, so we gotta stop trying. You get it. I get it. Let's have fun.
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April Fools' Day is almost as wonderful to me as Christmas or my birthday. And, I LOVE my birthday. So when people ask me to schedule an appointment or make plans for April 1st, I can't commit. Partly because I am skeptical and untrusting ("Will you really be there?") and also because I don't want to miss out on any potential fun to be played.
The last few years, though, have seen more April Fools Fails than I care to admit. The saran wrap on the kids' bedroom door openings for when they woke up in the morning was a BIG FAIL last year. They all saw right through it (bahdum CHHH), except that the problem was the opposite: they saw the saran wrap as soon as they opened their doors. I put a sticker of a rival university on my husband's car and laughed all day thinking of it proudly displayed on his bumper. He didn't even laugh or feel an ounce of embarrassment. (WOMP WOMP)
I've done the Brown-E treats, the oreos with toothpaste, the switching kids in their beds, the wigs at school when picking them up. My kids are unfazed by my April 1st antics. The best one I ever did was the meatloaf and mashed potatoes disguised as cupcakes eight years ago. My kids were so upset and my Grandpa ate them without batting an eye. After he finished the cold meatloaf confection, I said, "Grandpa, it was a joke. It was meatloaf and mashed potatoes." To which he answered, "Yeah, I thought it tasted funny." That made me laugh for days.
This year, I have no good plans. I have learned through some BAD prank mistakes that they cannot be mean jokes. What you think is funny (like saying you're pregnant) is actually pretty mean to your husband and others around you who are being supportive and loving. Then you yell, "April Fools!" and they feel like you played with their emotions too far. Yeah, I admit I learned that one the hard way. So learn from me and don't do it!
What would I want my kids to do to me that would be funny and not mean? That is the question I keep asking myself and I keep coming up with, "Eh, not a whole lot." Maybe I could put tinfoil all over their scooters and bikes, so when they go to ride them it will be a shock. But I don't want to clean that up. What if I told them we were going to clean the house all day long and then surprised them with shakes instead? Man, I'm getting soft.
Years ago I printed off this picture and put it inside the toilet seat, between the bowl and the seat, under the lid.
It scared all of my kids and husband, but also caused an accident that I had to clean up. I laughed while cleaning it, though, so there's that consolation. But still, the joke was on me. Nobody else was scrubbing urine out of grout and off the wall that day. Just me.
So, I'm out of ideas. Help a mother prankster out. What are your plans for April Fools' Day?
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Spoiled kids are the best. Am I right?
The other day I was scanning my 13yo daughter's cell phone messages. That's our deal, mind you, and everyone does their own deal differently. Our deal is that she can have a cell phone, but I get to see her messages and accounts whenever I ask. If I find that she has deleted anything, she doesn't get a phone. If she is being inappropriate or mean on any account or text, she doesn't get a phone. If she has her phone in her room past a certain hour at night, she doesn't get a phone. You get the idea. Good, kind, honest cellphone behavior means she can use her phone. Otherwise... no phone.
Should I mention here that she has a dumbphone? Oh yeah. An old school, slide phone that gets no wifi, no smartphone features, just a plain old calling and texting dumbphone. I tried to pump her up about it and told her that Rihanna uses a dumbphone. Rihanna! If that's not cool, I don't know what is. My daughter was not impressed. You see, she HAS a smartphone already. She uses it for her calculator, as her music player, to search vocab words, check the weather, use for a stopwatch and alarm clock, and she even has an Instagram account. But the difference in monthly phone charges on a smartphone and dumbphone is ridiculous. I would have to pay almost 4x as much for her to use the smartphone she already owns than I do for a new sliding dumbphone. Guess which option I chose? Oh, that's right, you already know.
I also search her smartphone every once in a while. See what she's been searching, what she's IM'ing on Instagram, stuff like that. I came across a group message she wrote on Instagram a few months ago to her friends about this horrible, ugly, ridiculous dumbphone that her mother got her. She hated it so much and she wanted to cry, but she didn't want to hurt MY feelings. Oh, how I tried to stifle my laughter as I read this message. I mean, I get it. When I was her age, I wanted a CD-playing Walkman more than almost anything. (Side note: I am OLD!) I had a CD-playing radio console and a tape-playing Walkman and my parents thought that was good enough. I felt so out of style and stupid. But, I made mix tapes from my CD-player and played that Walkman as loudly as I could. I faked it until I could buy my own CD-playing Walkman.
Kids come over to my house and tell me that they have the latest iPhones, iPads, gaming consoles, scooters, doo dahs, and thingamajigs. Which is cool, I guess. My kids have some cool stuff, too, but rarely the latest anything. Don't be mistaken, they have a lot of great things to play on, with, wear, read, and do. Having the latest for my kids is not my priority, though. Why? Because the latest ANYTHING and EVERYTHING lasts about ten minutes. Then the new and improved thingamabob comes out and your kid wants that one now. Well, tough luck, dudes.
I am not the most frugal person in the world, but we have GOT to stop spoiling our kids so much. They need to figure out that their cassette Walkman is just fine for now. They need to wait, earn, get creative, be patient, chill out. You know, old school-style:
Use it Up
Wear it Out
Make Do
or Do Without
It's not bad advice. It's actually great advice. And if Rihanna is doing something super thrifty, use her as an example. But only for the dumbphone thing. Let's not get all crazy and suggest our kids do everything like Rihanna.
The best thing to spoil kids with is kisses and hugs and our support. Otherwise, spoiling kids is the worst!
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I'd love to post some funny parenting tweets. If you know someone whose tweets I need to follow, put their twitter handle in the comments or tweet me at @kidsareworst (no "THE").
If you need a light laugh today, here are some videos we found awfully amusing. Got any we need to see? Let us know!
Not one for excuses, BUT... my dog threw up all over the carpet (WHY oh why doesn't he barf on tile or wood?!?), I have deadlines quickly approaching and my oldest son has to be all high-achiever and I have to take him to the State Science Fair competition in thirty minutes. (He did not get that from me, let's be super clear.) This day is running away from me like so many seem to. I want to provide great content here, but this is why I need a little help from you: Send me along any fun stories or funny videos that you would like featured on kidsaretheworst. Here's what I will do for you: give you credit and a giant hug if/when we meet. Deal?
Thanks! On to better and brighter manana!
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Public bathrooms.
I mean, am I right? Public bathrooms are one of my least favorite things in the world. After a lot of actual horrible injustices in the world and the fear of spiders laying eggs in my flesh, of course.
I know I am not alone in my dislike of public restrooms. WebMd has an article about what germs and illnesses you can catch in them (allegedly not a lot if you wash your hands and stuff) so I know there are plenty of others who don't eagerly use public bathrooms. BUT, I am grateful for them. I like to venture outside of my house on occasion and it sure is nice when places have facilities you can use for those gotta-go moments.
Full disclosure: I had public germ issues as a teenager. Like, I wouldn't touch a lot of things because I read some terrifying germ statistics. I had to throw a lot of those issues out of the window when I had kids. Especially when I had more than one child. Suddenly holding onto the escalator hand rail was for safety reasons and a dropped pacifier wasn't THAT dirty. But public bathrooms remain difficult for me. I have one daughter and three sons--those boys pee twice as often as my daughter ever did. Bringing kids into bathrooms has also brought a lot of laughter in our home as well. Here are a few of our stories, please share yours in the comments or on our Facebook page:
Velvet, a follower of kidsaretheworst, shared this story about her daughter in a public bathroom:
I'm still wiping the tears from my eyes from laughing at that one. Got a public bathroom story you want to share? Write it in the comments or share it on our Facebook page. Bless our kids' hearts, am I right?!
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