This is a quick post, which I am sure everyone will appreciate, because it is birthday week in my house and I’m being interviewed this evening. I’ll tell you all about that in an upcoming post so look out for it.
Tuesday was my son’s birthday. Like all things I am unorganized with regard to birthday card and present. When I was a kid my parents would let my brother and me open our presents before we left for school. School started at 8:15am when I was a kid not 7:15am like it does for my son. We do not roll early in the morning at my house and the boy barely wakes up before he has to catch the bus at 6:50am. Our house in the morning does not look like a cereal commercial on TV with everyone sitting around the table eating a healthy bowl of sugar. If I am lucky I can throw a bagel at him and he might eat it on his way to the bus.
Because I missed the morning to give him his card and present I had it all figured out before he got home. Except for the card which I needed daughter to sign so she could be involved. I handed her the card and asked her to sign her name on it while I tried to quickly wrap his present before he got home. I was not paying attention. Daughter can not read and write yet but she can write her name. She is learning how to read and she can write a few words like “mom”, “love”, “dog” and “cat”. She announced that she was finished and handed me the card.
Let me just say here that my kids are ten years and four days apart. I thought by having such a large gap between them that I would avoid all of the bickering that my brother and I did as well as the sibling rivalry and all the other stuff that goes with having kids only a year or two apart. I was wrong. My kids pick on each other relentlessly. The daughter is the instigator but son will give it right back and he doesn’t believe in giving her a handicap because she is so much younger. I let them duke it out as long as there is no blood. I figure they will eventually come to appreciate the other and there are truly moments where they love one another.
I almost didn’t look at the card before sealing it in the envelope. Almost. I took a quick glance and this is what I saw under her name:
I H8 U
She is so not getting a cell phone anytime in the next ten years.
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OMG! What did you do about it? :o)
hahahahaha that is hilarious
LOL! Gotta love the way siblings show their love!!
It takes more than a few years of age difference to defeat sibling rivalry 🙂
That is soooooooo funny.
Kids and their text language is too much. I need a decoder ring.
My kids hate when I text them because I use longhand. They get sixteen texts out before I’m halfway through my first sentence! But they still text me, so I must be doing something right.
Surely you are delusional in your thinking. (No offense!) I don’t think siblings get along until they are both adults. And even then they will still have their moments.
DH and his brother are about 8 years apart. They pretty much hated each other until they both became adults. Now they have a pretty good relationship…
OMG though about her message…. I agree she sooo does not need a cell phone!! LOL 🙂
That is the best! Did you leave it? I hope so. I can’t imagine the look on his face if he got to read it. Mainly because I have no idea what he looks like.
I did not leave it. I made her scribble it out. My son would have probably gotten a kick out of it but no one needs to hear their sister hates them on their birthday. I told here that because of her note, which she thought was clever, she would have to endure his teasing for the duration of his birthday or I would make her tell him what she wrote. She allowed him to call her “poop” all evening. The next day I did tell my son what she had written. He also thought it was clever. He has not let on that he knows but keeps asking her what she scribbled out. She won’t tell but when he asks she says she is sorry.
Pricilla had her hooves on the wrong keys and didn’t notice until she hit post….she should not be doing two things at once.
I cannot comment because this is how I feel about my daughter Abby the goat. But my publicist has three younger brothers and while they had a less than delightful growing up time they now love each other very much.
I have two grown boys, 6 years apart… this story brings back memories LOL!
Great story and such memories it brought back to me. lol. At least she told him she’s sorry for what she first wrote. I feel that says something.
I also wanted to let you know that I tagged you. You can get the information on my site.
Have a great weekend!
I don’t text, but I certainly understood that and had to chuckle at your little girl because you know she loves him and it’s fun to fight with your siblings it keeps things interesting. I think they learn to text now a days before anything else.
HOOOOOOO…Wow, yup, when you care enough to text the very worst. 🙂
That, Jen, is siblinghood, isn’t it?
That is hilarious!! Right now my kids are hating each other too. Though, I say ‘right now’ as if they ever get along. I can’t recall the last time they weren’t fighting. It’s very tiresome.
I hope comments aren't closed on this one. I'm typing like they are not, lol. That is too funny. My kids would do the same. I made the mistake of 2.5 years apart:)
Nope, not closed. Bring 'em on. Ten years apart is no different than 2.5. My
brother and I are 2.5 years apart and we fought like cats and dogs. Still do
sometimes.
That. Was. Fantastic!