Annoyingly Hilarious


I’m sure it is safe to say that we all love our babies.  I love my daughter, but every once in a while she does something that is both hilarious and annoying at the same time.  As I type this, I am looking at about 28 pictures of my daughter’s feet.  The reason why I have all of these photos of a toddler’s size 6 is because of my own ingenuity.  I gave my phone to my daughter so she could play one of the kiddy app games that I downloaded for her while I drove home. She had been getting fussy from sitting in her toddler seat and this seemed like a great distraction.  Now, although I know better, an overpowering force had convinced me that my daughter had discipline enough not to surf the other apps. 


I mean, who knew 18 month-old could do that?  Anyway, much to my surprise, my little junior hacker closed the game app, opened the camera app, took 28 photos of her foot, and then disabled my iPhone for 15 minutes.  This was annoying; this was hilarious.  Do I have a witnesses?

Mommy Until Daddy Comes Home

It's weird, most days my daughter hears my husband come home from work and she gets so excited. Sometimes, I find myself feeling like "Oh, who am I? Chopped liver?". Here it is, I have been playing with her for the past hour or so and just like that, I am ignores like some toy she has outgrown. Then there are moments where my husband comes home and my daughter ignores him. Then I'm kind of bothered by that. I say to myself "Man, I'm tired. Why doesn't she want to go to her father and give me a break?" I guess it's kind of a darned if you do, darned if you don't. I still love playing with my daughter, but things can be a bit complicated. Thoughts?

How Much do you Really Love Your Family?

I love my family.  I know this because I have found myself in situations that test "that" love.  Nothing bad, but there are moments that make you ask yourself “How much do I really love my family”.  For example: If you are at a barbecue and your family tasks you with the job of standing out near the entrance to the amusement park to direct latecomers to the party, how much do you really love your family? Or how about this?  You are at a family gathering and in some warped reversal of musical chairs, you are left to talk to grandpa who is in his 90s.  It’s not that he is boring, it’s just that the story you know he is about to tell you has been told at least seventeen times, and while you are sitting there saving face, all you are able to do is to try to drown out the sounds of all of the fun around you that you are missing out on.  While other family is bending over in belly laughs, you are reminded of what life was like in the 40s.  In this case, how much do you really love your family?  For me, I REALLY love my family. 

I have learned that it is not a menial task to direct latecomers, but it is being the helpful one and showing them love.  I am the first person they meet when they show up, and I love that. It’s not that pop pop is boring, but it is that he is instilling values in me that have long been forgotten and it takes more than one lesson.  My encouragement for you is that if you ever find yourself in a situation that makes you question the love for your family, change your perspective.  When you do, you will realize that the experiences that you may find mundane, are often the most insightful and beneficial