I was going to journal a little but instead I'll write about how great my kids are as a way to journal.
I posted a little thing on bigAl's thread about being a little too grumpy with the kids b/c I'm processing some stuff and the kids get to see/be the collateral damage.
I'll start off by saying D9 has my sense of humor. We laugh at the exact same things. She can conjure up a movie quote at the drop of a hat and at the perfect moment. S6 has my temperament. He's cool calm collected then something snaps causing sense and control to go out the window for a moment then it's over and he's back to cool and calm. So I have the temper of a 6 year old? Makes sense now.
Let me back up now. A few nights ago the kids and I were watching Forrest Gump. (I was editing out the questionable for kids parts.) The scene where Forrest arrives in Vietnam comes on. Lt. Dan says, "Oh, you must be my FNG's." I chuckled b/c I'd never noticed the FNG part and what it meant. D9 asks what's so funny. I danced a little and said the "NG" stands for "new guys". D9 has a quizzical look on her face then says, "Ohhhhh, the "F" is the F-word?" S6 doesn't take his eyes off the tv and says "Grampa and BIL say the F-word all the time." Well I made sure everyone understood that we don't say that word. Although the kids know that, I will throw out an F-word now and then when I snap.
Okay here's where D9 is so indispensable. Last night I'm sensing that I'm losing control and turning into "ThatGuy". Ogre dad is starting to emerge. It's getting pretty loud and an F-word or two fly out. D9 says, "So you two are my FNG's". She stopped me dead in my tracks. No more ogre dad. What an angel!
