Driving Us Crazy

If I don't post something about the girls for the next few days here is the reason: They are driving us crazy.

Inwe talks incessantly. (What is that saying? You spend two years trying to get them to walk and talk and the next 16 telling them to sit down and shut up.) Normally, this is not a problem, but Phill and I have been having some serious discussions about serious issues. This is proving to be difficult when the four year old is trying to tell you all about insects for the fifth time in one day.

Larien has now entered the crying when she doesn't get what she wants phase. Oh help. She's just as dramatic as Inwe. Oh help. When they reach 13 I'll have gray hair.

Inwe and Larien are loud, very loud. I cannot find the volume button.

Inwe is quite the aggressive child lately. Today she had a 30 minute time out for throttling her sister. I must find a sport so she gets this aggression out. I understand. I was an aggressive child. (No comments, please, Maverick.)

Larien announces every time "I need to go potty!" This is actually a contraction of what she really means, "I need to go potty and I want you to help me." She doesn't need help. She just wants to have the power over the parents to make us drop whatever we are doing. It's an amazing power the call of the potty.

In a nutshell, without being too negative, I have told a few of the less desirable parts of my daughters. I love them. They are such talented and intelligent children. Now, if I could only find that volume button.