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Cause Sometimes there is NOT beauty all around...

I've been reviewing my bloggedy blog lately because my 2 year anniversay is coming up. I realized that try as I might to capture real life sometimes its a little bit sunnier on the blog than it is in real life.

Behold, I give you...Real life...

I was playing blocks on the floor with Amelia (actually we were playing make a garage for the petshop mice out of blocks) and Abbie wanted to come and play. We were happily playing when the phone rang. (telemarketer). In the time it took me to say no this is not a good time I hear screaming and saw this.

Abbie was angry about something and the claws came out. (I have been meaning to trim them.)

I got down on Abbie's level. (and bit her nails off).

I sent her downstairs to be with dad. (bigtime punishment).

I comforted Amelia. (course I took a picture first).

Continued playing with Amelia. (those mice need lots of garage space).

Then a very repentant Abbie came up and wanted to hug everyone and felt really bad about her temper getting out of control. (might have inherited the emotional fuse from her mama).

I know its unrealistic to have roses bloom beneath our feet and all the earths an anthem sweet and all that jazz but if I could just have a day without the fighting then there truly would be love at home.

Comments

ashli said…
we all try to have love at home but real life is real life. fights and all! That scratch looks like a major owey!
all we can do is keep on trying right? thanks for keeping it real!
March 10, 2008 at 3:06 PM
Jessica said…
Fighting= the VERY worst part of parenting.

Even more than potty training.
March 10, 2008 at 3:13 PM
Sean and Janet Eyring said…
I understand biting your own nails, but you kids?

~Cringe~
March 10, 2008 at 4:15 PM
Hazen5 said…
I was a nail biter, my sister wasn't! I had many scars that looked that. It will end. Too bad Maddie's the nail biter and Payton isn't, so far the claws have not come out!
March 10, 2008 at 5:25 PM
Emily said…
A Nice bit of reality, keeps us all sane, and wishing for past days. It is good to keep record of it, and it is good to know that other siblings fight!
March 10, 2008 at 6:16 PM
Christy said…
Ah, real life. Had many a mark on my arm growing up. Have had to cut daughter's nails for same reason. When they get older, you MAY get a day when everyone gets along - and it is HEAVEN. But its RARE, and only when they are older and have more time away from each other! Especially when you have fiesty ones in your family - just like mine.
March 10, 2008 at 6:41 PM
Christy said…
Oh, and by the way - when they get older, then they argue with you. My son told me not to look at him with "that face". He won't have use of the computer tomorrow - but he doesn't know it yet (hee hee).
March 10, 2008 at 6:43 PM
Ashley Clark said…
Biting off her nails is a little freaky. But NOT as strange as popping Anne's zits during sacrament meeting!
March 10, 2008 at 8:39 PM
heidiram said…
Totally off topic, but will you please help me solve a disagreement in my household? I told the kids tonight that I didn't even KNOW what a fart was until I was at least 8 years old nor did we talk about bodily functions as part of the dinner table conversation . . . EVER while growing up. Cristian thinks I am completely exaggerating . . . Tino is just giggling . . . and Sarah and Mateo are continuing their "eww that's gross" and "dat's di-cut-ting" fart talk as we try to get to the bottom of this. Please give me your two cents.
March 10, 2008 at 8:57 PM
Celia Fae said…
Scratching rules. It makes you feel like a little kitty cat. Aren't you grateful those marks aren't on her face? Do you ever get hairpulling? Love that too.
March 10, 2008 at 9:46 PM
Nortorious said…
Well done taking pictures, a good habit to instill in children suffering from other child induced wounds. ALWAYS take pictures for evidence!
March 11, 2008 at 1:00 AM
Tricia said…
Didn't you love the part of worldwide leadership training when they said that song is sung through the mother's clenched teeth? It is sooo true.
March 11, 2008 at 6:14 AM
AnnEE said…
To clarify, I DIDN'T HAVE ZITS! Ashley's making me sound like nasty pock-marked puss filled kid.

You get more comments when you show that there's not beauty around. However, as a resident expert, life with the D-sons is pretty peachy.
March 11, 2008 at 9:50 AM
Karen said…
My closest friend always is admiring the difference from my blog and what she sees as my reality. I say, its not a documentary, its got to be something Im willing to look at. so there..
March 17, 2008 at 2:48 PM
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