Let me start this off by saying that I dearly love everyone of my children!The other night I took my kids to the hospital to see mom, and there new brother. I told them before we went in that if they were good we would go out for pizza later. So we get to the room, and bam they go nut's. There were ballons there with the wieght on the bottom, my 2 year old grabs them and starts whipping it around like a bullwhip chasing our 4 year old girl around. Then Grant (12 year old son) he starts whining about being bored, then grandma, and grandpa show up, and grandpa has to get them really going. All this time being in a small hospital room. Best yet to come three nephews show up, and they all join in with the action.
It was enough to put me almost over the edge. It was time to go! I get upset with the kids, and grandpa says just let them have fun. I geuss that is what gramps are for huh, get em all riled up, so we can see what they had to go through.
All in all they were'nt to bad, just being kids. We as parents just have to remind our selves that there are little miracles, even sometimes they don't seem like it. It has been a couple days now, and the nice thing is I look back on it and laugh. And me being the sucker I am, they still got to go out for pizza.
Now I sit here and type this oldest son and daughter are out to granparents spending the night, and 2 year old boy is at aunt, and uncles spending the night. Just me, mamma, and the baby. Good lord I miss them already, and I'm bored
. The mcrazy kids got to love em