Raising Demons

I am new at this whole parenting thing. After I got pregnant and gave birth to my little demons, I learned- they do not come with a hand book. Can you believe it?

These little suckers are tricky. They are manipulative and clever. Their smiles could stop wars. But their screams and antics could start new ones.

With Lucy starting school soon, I figured it was time to crack the whip. Makes some rules. Lay down the law. Set her straight.

As for Hudson, well, if he is gonna keep living with us, he needs to take his perfect little dimples and follow along.

Preparing for school started with trips to the Doctor, and physicals. For everyone. This scared 2 of my 3 kids. And me. It scared me because....

Doctors=Shots.
Shots= Crazy Schueys
Crazy Schueys=Crazy Mama

At our appointment we discussed milestones and growth markers for everyone. Lucy passed with flying colors- showing off her counting and alphabet skills. And Hudson. Well he showed off his darling dimples and flirted with the Doctor. Impressing no one but himself. And Kane tortured Lucy about the potential for SHOTS. Thanks Kane.

The shots conversation happened. And Lucy lost her mind. Her brain fell out of her head. She literally ran into the door, trying to escape.

As Lucy thrashed her body around on the floor- screaming, Dr. B just kept talking louder and louder. Until, she finally stopped and said,

"Amanda, do you like read? Or should I ask, Do you have time to read? Because I have a really good book to recommend. It is called, Raising Your Spirited Child."

My response,
"You mean, Raising Lucifer?"

After the (animals) kids received their tranquilizers, we all took our lollipops and went on our merrily way. And, I immediately downloaded a new book on my Ipad.