So anyway, Christmas is in 9 days and I am busy baking bread and cakes, wrapping gifts, last minute shopping and Christmas parties, planning a menu for the big day and feeling pretty overwhelmed. Stress like this always puts me in the straighten the house, rearrange and decorate mode. I constantly fidget with how things are arranged and this really irks Steve especially when I ask him to jump up in the 
middle of a show and move a bookshelf across the room to see how it will look. I simply cannot stop myself!
Now, Last year, Tylea thought it was fun to move tree balls around on the tree every time she walked by it. So in the middle of my holiday frenzy I notice a huge clump of red balls on one side of the tree and a huge clump of gold ones on the other side. I holler, "TYLEA!" and she comes running and I hold my hand up to the tree and say, "WHAT IS THIS!" (carefully putting enunciation on each syllable as my mother taught me to do so well) She looks over her work and looks at me and shrugs her shoulders.. "I made a pattern, see... Red over here and gold over there." I get a bit twerked by this because it has not been an hour since I told her to stop fooling with the balls on the tree. So sticking to the learning of my parents I pipe up with the most parentful phrase I can muster.. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO QUIT MESSING WITH THE TREE BALLS!" She gets a thoughtful look on her face and says to me. "Maybe Four or Five." I think my mouth fell open at this point but I gathered myself together, working hard to stifle the giggle behind my lips and with all the gumption I could muster and with hands on my hips, I leaned over and said quietly "Go Clean your Room." Then I put all the balls back in their proper places.
Christmas is a great time of year but me, being me I tend to get caught up in the seriousness of what I am doing and how things are going. Sometimes it takes something as innocently funny as this to make me stop and just savor the lighter moments a bit more and not be so serious all the time. Enjoy your kids now while they are young and naive and don't forget to tell them you love them! By the way.. after this incident I bought Tylea her own table top Christmas tree (pink of course) with plastic balls that she can rearrange till her heart is content! She quit messing with the big tree.. WOOT!
middle of a show and move a bookshelf across the room to see how it will look. I simply cannot stop myself!Now, Last year, Tylea thought it was fun to move tree balls around on the tree every time she walked by it. So in the middle of my holiday frenzy I notice a huge clump of red balls on one side of the tree and a huge clump of gold ones on the other side. I holler, "TYLEA!" and she comes running and I hold my hand up to the tree and say, "WHAT IS THIS!" (carefully putting enunciation on each syllable as my mother taught me to do so well) She looks over her work and looks at me and shrugs her shoulders.. "I made a pattern, see... Red over here and gold over there." I get a bit twerked by this because it has not been an hour since I told her to stop fooling with the balls on the tree. So sticking to the learning of my parents I pipe up with the most parentful phrase I can muster.. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO QUIT MESSING WITH THE TREE BALLS!" She gets a thoughtful look on her face and says to me. "Maybe Four or Five." I think my mouth fell open at this point but I gathered myself together, working hard to stifle the giggle behind my lips and with all the gumption I could muster and with hands on my hips, I leaned over and said quietly "Go Clean your Room." Then I put all the balls back in their proper places.
Christmas is a great time of year but me, being me I tend to get caught up in the seriousness of what I am doing and how things are going. Sometimes it takes something as innocently funny as this to make me stop and just savor the lighter moments a bit more and not be so serious all the time. Enjoy your kids now while they are young and naive and don't forget to tell them you love them! By the way.. after this incident I bought Tylea her own table top Christmas tree (pink of course) with plastic balls that she can rearrange till her heart is content! She quit messing with the big tree.. WOOT!
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