If you’ve already read any of the stories I’ve posted about my family, let me go ahead and pinky promise you that I do not make these things up. I don’t know where my son Max got his crazy antics, quick wit, and creative mischief, but I know he keeps us busy. He’s only four, and I’ve already learned that nothing should surprise me – not even panty-liners used in lieu of tape to hang things on his bedroom wall (I guess we were out of Scotch tape…). His now famous words describe him perfectly: “I’m a kid, and you’re an adult. And when adults don’t watch me, I do bad things.” Ummm…I guess he has a point.
My seven-year-old daughter couldn’t be more different. If ever a goodie-two-shoes walked the earth, it’s Kendra. She doesn’t just follow the rules, she considers the benefits of following them. She is a voice of caution. A voice of reason. She is a creative soul with the heart of an artist.
She is a perfect complement to my sometimes reckless son and myself. For instance, when I decided to climb up into the loft in the garage and get the eight-foot boxed (very heavy and bulky) Christmas tree down by myself on the ladder, she said, “Mom, what happens if you fall?” I told her to call 911. “Yeah, but Mom, what happens to us?”
My husband and I have constant adventures with these two. Our lives are unpredictable and fun. It really feels like our kids are a little too smart for us, but we love the challenge that each day brings us. We’re just trying to raise them right.
And I’m just writing it all down.