Weird is another reason I love him.

My child is weird.

He likes to dump out all the toys in this collapsible container and put it on his head. Often, he sits on this zebra when he does it.

He does it with such frequency that I have stopped even putting the toys back into the container. (Choose your battles.)

I love that little weirdo!

What quirky little behaviors endear your little ones to you?

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Long-time readers will
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It makes me think of
his “Scatastrophes” and his
many “Pee-ascos.”

I don’t think you can
be a parent and not have
some of those stories!

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No, I don’t hide cocaine in his milk.

Because his giggling is infectious and you all deserve to have some of it.

It is as if he was trying to headbang, tell you jokes, laugh, and give a speech all at the same time. Gotta love a toddler. Especially one with dried baked bean sauce around his mouth. Classy!

And I promise he wasn’t on any drugs, and I had not given him any candy or caffeine of any sort. That’s just “Everyday Braden.”


And, oops, I turned the camera off right before he was going to tell you to leave your comment on this post so you can win $50 of merchandise!

I have a confession.

I’m a nag.

Yup. N-A-G.

And it REALLY bothers me.

It’s just that… I have this disgusting moral compass. (*groan*)  And this gnawing sense of needing to behave responsibly.

I know, I know, who would have thought it?

I am full of plenty of silly.  Alway have been… 

…the members of the family I grew up in always acted like complete nutballs.  There was encouragement from both the immediate and extended family to act… well… weird. 

And the regular family home-life was pretty relaxed and often just downright silly.  This was sometimes good: Farts at the dinner table are funny!  This was also sometimes bad: Farts at the dinner table are funny! 

However, somewhere along the line, my parents must have taught me that you can’t always just be selfish and carefree: Sometimes there are Things That Need To Be Done and in many situations there are Ways We Very Well Should Behave.  Shucks, a lot of times there are Circumstances That Should Be Considered Before Acting!

It’s just that the whole “Responsible, Mature Adult” me is, and always has been, battling with the “WhoopDee Dooo! Let’s Have Fun!” me.

• The Responsible, Mature Adult Me:
  “Wow, the electric bill is $169 this month.  We’re going to have to find some good sales and use coupons on groceries this next few weeks.  I was also thinking maybe we should downgrade the cable to save money.”
• The WhoopDee Dooo! Let’s Have Fun! Me:
  “AHAHAHAHA…hahahahahaaaaaaaa, SIXTY-NINE!  It says, “69!”  *rolling on the floor laughing*  “Hey, let’s go get tacos!”  *walks out of room leaving all lights on*

In relationships, this duplexity has always caused problems for me.

• Responsible Adult: 
  “Marijuana consumption is unhealthy, and besides, it’s a waste of money and time.  Stop being such a loser.”
• Mrs. WhoopDee Dooo!:
  “Duuuuude. *puff,pass,coughcough* Heh. Heh.  Hehehehe.  Did you just say 69?  Teeheeeheeeheeeeee… I’m gonna take a nap now.  Where are we?  And are there any tacos?”

Or…

• Responsible Adult:
  “Moving from one state to another directly after completing Graduate School (late, I might add, young lady) for LOVE of all things, when you don’t even know if you can find a job there, and you’re going to live (out of wedlock) with a man you met ONLINE, is not only immature, impetuous, and foolish, it’s completely lacking of any degree of responsibility, planning, and preparation!  You should be shot for even considering it.”
• Mrs. WhoopDee Dooo!:
  “Duuuude.  He is so cute and fun.  And you sooo love him!  And they have GREAT tacos in Texas!  I’m tooootally in!”

I have a feeling I’m not the only one that has this battle regularly - the classic picture of the angel and devil sitting on one’s shoulder comes to mind.  But I’m the only one inside my own head being annoyed by my own battle.

I feel very trapped by these dueling parts of my personality.  The dichotomy of character constantly makes me feel like I’m struggling to decide who I want to be – what’s right? What makes me happy?  What makes US happy?  What will have the best outcome for our family?  What do I just freakin’ FEEL like doing?  *pulls on hair*

I feel like I should be going gung-ho in one or the other direction, and quite frankly, at this point in life, I don’t think it’s Mrs. WhoopDee Dooo!  The best I can do is continue to maintain both of these combating personalities, as I always have.

BUT.  I really, really, really need to feel like I’m not the only one around here who’s making the responsible, adult decisions.  Because DAMNIT I don’t want to be Responsible Adult Me, anyway!  And then there’s this other (really cute, very small) human being I have to take care of now, and so I really have to be Responsible Adult Me!  But, you know, it’s a lot easier to be Responsible Adult when you’re not the only Responsible Adult on your team, dig?  So… sometimes… when I’m feeling stressed (bitchy, hormonal, PMS?… just ME?) and all of a sudden I feel that I AM the only one being Responsible Adult.  Well…

Nag.

NAGNAGNAGNAG.

And also?  Naggity-Nag-Nag-NagginHeimer P. Nagenstein.

And then? 

• Well, then Mrs. WhoopDee Doo! is all:
  “Harsh, Lotus, tooootally harsh.  Why do you have to get your panties all in a wad?  I’ll bet you could have diamonds if you shoved some coal in that ole’ hiney.  Plus?  Your Dude is sooo not diggin you when you’re like this.  Really.  Harsh.  But, hey!  Let’s go get some tacos!”
• But Responsible Adult is all:
  “Dear Mrs. WhoopDee Dooo!:  You are such an immature peon.  Have you even bathed this week?  A Taco is the last thing you need, have you seen your REAR lately?  Good lord, woman, buy a clue.  You just be quiet for a moment.  Do you even know how to do that?  And sit still, for Pete’s Sake!  You could use a hefty dose of Ritalin.  I need to have a word with The Husband.  He really NEEDS to know about the Things That Need To Be Done … And a thing or two about this and that, such as Ways We Very Well Should Behave… and while I’m at it, I’m going to give him the lecture about Circumstances That Should Be Considered Before Acting.“  *puts a gag on Mrs. WhoopDee Dooo! and lets husband have it*

Inevitably, though I believe everything I’ve said, I feel like an ass, and I wonder if my husband likes me less for every time he has to listen to Responsible Adult Me.  And, honestly? I just want to be WhoopDee Dooo! Lotus all the time.

Is anyone else tired of being a nag?  Hell, let’s go get some tacos.

This Is Why

…we shouldn’t be allowed to have a child:

This is what we’re really like:

And this is what we look like when we pretend we’re pretty.