OMG! Never buy sisters matching shoes

[jennickels]

Just don't do it because the 10yo will say it's wrong for both of them to wear them to school the same day and demand the 8yo take hers off.  Then she'll throw a huge tantrum when the 8yo says she doesn't want to take them off.  Then the 10yo will scream in her face and say they made an agreement to not wear them the same day and SHE wants to wear hers to school today.  The 8yo will shrug and say, "so".  Then mom will mention that they are her shoes and she can wear them wherever and whenever she wants which will cause the 10yo to go into a tizzy where she throws her shoes across the room and says she isn't going to school.  Mom will notice she's not wearing socks.  That causes the 10yo to scream more about the 8yo taking her socks and that she has no clean ones even though Mom just did "all" their laundry last weekend (supposedly...the floor of their room says otherwise).  Then she will start screaming about how it's not fair that the 8yo gets to choose which shoes they wear to school because she can't possibly wear those matching shoes on the same day as her sister.  Then she will throw herself on her floor, kicking and screaming.  When Mom goes in to get her up because she's going to miss the bus she will run into the bathroom and lock the door and refuse to come out because she will be in more trouble.

Finally after 5 minutes of screaming she will throw on dirty socks that don't fit and the offending shoes and run to make it to the bus so she won't have to walk the 2 miles to school.

So, whatever you do, don't for the love of bob buy sisters the same pair of shoes no matter how much both of them want them.

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[thothmes.livejournal.com]

Our youngest is being treated for precocious puberty. She's 8 and she's started to develop. The first signs were hair in adult places and adult body odor. Fortunately there are drugs that can stop the progression, so now she has a little Norplant-like implant in her arm, which will last for a year, and then she'll get another for another year, and when that one is done, they will take it out and let nature take its course.

Because of her hyperactivity, and her sporty nature, almost all her friends are boys, and she prefers to play with the boys. They all kind of fight over who gets to play with her when they aren't fighting with her.

And she's a really good looking kid (I can say that without boasting, because her birth parents gave her that no me!)

And she plays hockey with the boys.

I'm warning my husband now that he'd better be prepared to beat boys off with a stick. He's 6'1" and broad shouldered, but he doesn't have a mean bone in his body, and it shows. If only he could do the Jack O'Neill badass colonel thing!

*wanders off to bed contemplating the efficacy of mirrored shades*

Night!

[jennickels.livejournal.com]

We're going to be in trouble, too. Not sure how we managed to produce such good looking kids but we have 5 of them. My son has had girls following him around for years. Last summer, at our annual block party back in Chicago, a girl that was visiting her cousin across the street told my oldest that she thought my son was cute. This girl was 11. My daughter was like, "do you know how old he is?"

Her answer was, "I know, he's like 8! But he's soooooo cute."

My son, being the nice guy that he is, let it all slide with a slight blush. He was 8 1/2 at the time.

Oh, and the funniest event was a couple months ago, I think. He's in 3rd grade and there's this girl, Grace, that is in 4th grade. She sometimes plays with the girls. Well the kids had all been outside but my son came in to play xbox for a bit. She knocked on the door and my 4yo let her in. I hear her in the other room talking to my son, "Owen!" she demanded, "are you going to come outside."

I just snickered. She came in and was talking to my daughter a bit and my son finally turned off the game and came into the kitchen and was trying to sneak popcorn. I was watching them and she walked right up behind him, hands on her hips and was like, "Owen, are you coming out or what?" I could just picture her foot tapping on the floor in annoyance. He just sighed and was like, "yeah, I'm coming." After they left I just burst into a fit of giggles. They were so cute.