Friday, January 8, 2010


Avery comes home from dance last night and we all eat dinner.
She asks if we wanna see her dance. Tavis says, no. (Kidding)
She falls apart (I jump Tav. Tell him that wasn't funny. He apologizes, saying he was kidding.) and goes downstairs.
Harley follows her.
He climbs up on the computer desk and gets stuck.
Avery runs upstairs and tell us he's stuck.
We tell her to get him down.
She says, "he's down. Here he comes."
He comes in the room holding two pens and a pencil.
Tav tells her to get them from him.
She starts toward him and of course he runs.
She tackles him.
Hayden jumps in to "help."
Harley hits his head on Hayden's knee. Freaks.
Avery takes the pens from him. More freaking.
I console Harley.
Avery goes into the kitchen and comes back in with a Ring Pop.
Asks if she can have it.
Tavis says, no. (Thought she'd already had one.)
She freaks again.
Runs into the kitchen, slips and falls rounding the corner.
REALLY freaks.
I accidentally let Hayden see me laughing at Avery's demise.
He starts laughing.
Avery takes it well.
She goes in the bathroom and says she hates her life. Wants to "go to bed, get a new life and hope she dies in her sleep." (I know, right?)
I console Avery.
Still holding Harley.
Her outburst has caused him to cry even more.
I tell Hayden he might as well get in here and bawl, too.
He does. (Pretend)
I tell Avery to get her dance CD and go with me to my room to show me her dance.
She and I and Harley go up there.
She flops on my bed, flailing. Says, "I'm too upset to dance."
I tell her I can't listen to her bawling anymore so she should go to bed.
Harley and I go back downstairs.
Avery screams, "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Harley and I and Tavis watch TV for a few.
Avery yells down asking if she can come out.
I tell her only if she's done freaking.
She is.
She comes down and sits by me.
I tell her to grab her spelling words and we'll go over them.
She freaks.
"I CAN'T DO SPELLING IN THE LIVING ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I tell her she has two choices: do spelling or go to bed.
More freaking.
I tell her if she keeps it up she'll only have one choice. Bed.
She gets her spelling.
Spells all the words correctly.
Harley has stopped bawling.
Hayden's watching TV.
She's done freaking.
It's 8:00 PM.
Tavis needs a glass of wine.


Kristina P. said...

Blogs really are my birth control.

Emma said...

Yup it sounds like one of my day's!!

My husband say's their is at least one of use crying at all times. WE have two little girls and of course me!

wendy said...

I can picture it all.
Girls are so "dramatic"

did she ever get to do her dance.

Vanessa said...

UGH. And the teenage years will only get better, right?

DeNae said...

Do you wonder how mom and dad put up with four of us?

My favorite part was "I can't do spelling in the living room!!"

It's true. I can't do algebra in the garage.

Or the kitchen.

Or my bedroom, bathroom, living room...

M-Cat said...

Oh my gosh!

I will fully admit, I love life without the drama of girls. And little kids. At least during the week.

Martins said...

K, that was hilarious!

AS Amber said...

She did do her dance. But I never saw it because she did it in my room before coming downstairs.

Sher said...

Ah, the joys of an 8 year old drama queen.
I have one of those, I totally know what you're going through.
She totally rules the roost.
The upside though, is that KJ is her father's child, and she totally gets his sarcarsm.

Michael, Dlaina & Ethan Lindsay said...

the life of having little kids...haha can't wait til i have more!?

Just SO said...

Ah joy. I've actually had talks with McKenna about drama and how most people don't like it. She took it well and thankfully isn't hugely dramatic. Jillian on the other hand...

Would Avery do the dance for me if I came up for a visit?

Casey said...

Oh yeah, sounds familiar. Except here, they do less talking and more brain piercing screaming. Fun stuff.

Jessica said...

Having kids around adds to the enjoyment of life. Funny how it all kind of started with a comment from your husband and ends with him needing wine...
My husband loves to do the whole "cry baby, cry" taunt from A Christmas Story at just the wrong time. I don't know how many times I have to say... that didn't help a bit. Then I'm off to deal with everything.

Motherboard said...

Just wait until she's 15. Joy joy. Fun fun.

Oh. And you realize Christmas as passed, right? (your blog background is still the merry merry cheery cheery sort!)

wonder woman said...

Goodness. *I'M* ready for a glass of wine after that post.