These children look pretty angelic in this picture, right? ...But do you notice the bruises on both of them? They were acquired within 5 minutes of each other.
Ellie's is on her right cheek/eye.
Nathan's is on his forehead.
I swear they look worse in person... hmmm....
Anyway, I went visiting teaching this week. (To learn more about visiting teaching and Relief Society, go here.) My companion and I visit teach two ladies in the ward who are both extremely, extremely kind and understanding - thank heavens. I don't know what it is, but I think my kids have a "crazy" mode for when I take them visiting teaching.
We visited the first lady on Tuesday. Ellie, Nathan and my companion's two kids were playing with a basket of toys on the floor. For some reason Ellie felt like she needed to pick them all up, so she did. Of course the rest of the kids were still playing with them, so they got dumped out again - which made her mad. She came and pouted on my lap and flipped through the Ensign that had this month's visiting teaching message in it. Then Nathan saw that she was on my lap, and he got jealous. So he started whining to get on my lap, too. I moved Ellie to one leg and put Nathan on the other, and I thought that would solve the problem. Oooooooooh no, that did not solve the problem. Ellie started shrieking at the top of her lungs that he was touching her and taking her spot. She kicked Nathan and he started to cry. At this point both kids were flailing, and I was trying to keep them from kicking my companion, who was sitting next to me on the love seat. I wrestled them both like the for about 10 minutes, and it was time to go. So I told the kids they had to help pick up the toys they played with. Ellie would not have it. She threw herself on the floor and screamed while the rest of us picked up toys. Then we left. Awesome.
Yesterday we went to visit the other lady. She also had a basket of toys out for the kids to play with. We were about 10 minutes late because I had come straight from class and picking up the kids, so we hurried in and the kids started to play. They were fine for a little while. Ellie learned how to shoot one of the nerf guns, so she was occupied. Wonderful. Then Nathan found a gun just like the one she was playing with, and she decided she wanted both of them. She took the gun away from him and promptly hit him on the head with it. (That's not where he got his bruise, though.) So of course Nathan started crying, and Ellie started crying too because I made her apologize to Nathan and put the guns back in the basket. Here we were again, me wrestling two flailing, screaming children, trying to keep them from kicking my companion. They finally calmed down a little bit, and Nathan went to look out the front window. On his way back, he tripped over a shoe and landed flat on his head on the tile. That's where he got his bruise. He started screaming of course, and I picked him up to try and comfort him. While he was still crying, I helped Ellie get her jacket and shoes on, and she was out the door. I said goodbye, and took Nathan to the car. Ellie was just playing on the grass, so I thought it was okay to take my eyes off of her for a minute while I buckled Nathan in his carseat. Wrong. When I looked up, she was running down the street at top speed, following my companion home. Our neighborhood doesn't have sidewalks, so she was just running along the side of the street. I yelled to her and asked her to come back, and she turned, looked at me, and kept running. I started to run after her, which I'm sure was a sight to behold with me in my ginormous pregnant state. (Did I mentioned the lady I visit teach is standing on her porch watching the entire thing?) Then she tripped and bashed her face into the asphalt. She started crying, and once I got to her I picked her up, looked her face and knee over, and walked the "walk of shame" back to my car. I buckled her in, got into the driver's seat, waved goodbye, and chauffeured my two screaming children home.
I wonder if the ladies I visit teach are looking forward to next month as much as I am........
I need a little more than that . . . What happened?
ReplyDeleteNow that's a story. I've been there before. Did I tell you about the time we were visiting Sharon Bowlby and Emily's Ryan broke her teaset? Yeah. Not good. I can't believe that lady didn't come help you chase Ellie down. Memories . . .
ReplyDeleteOh children. They always choose the worst times to misbehave, and make you say "they're not normally like this". Any mother would understand.
ReplyDeleteI just remember when my mother in law would look at my kids, then back at me, smile, and say, "I'm glad it's your turn." Like Tami said, we all understand.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say something like That sounds fun, but it doesn't really sound like that much fun. My visiting teaching trips are usually way more tame than that.
ReplyDeleteYou're done with school soon, right? I hope that's fun to look forward to!
My sweet visiting teachers both bring their little kids, 2 each - and our visits look pretty much like that. However, I am so glad they make the effort, I enjoy having little kids around (although not such a big deal now that we have 2 living here), and since I know they are NOT my kids, it is easy to just sit back and watch the wrangling going on...heehee. Been there and done that!
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