Sunday, January 12, 2014

I Wish a Frog Would Eat My Brother

Oh how things have changed. I don't know why I can't seem to keep from bragging about my good fortune when it comes to parenting. Four and a half years into this gig and you would think I would have learned that just because things are good now does not guarantee they stay that way and talking about it will in fact guarantee they won't. 

Four months ago:

"How does she like being a big sister?" (as big sister gazes adoringly at her baby brother)

"Oh she loves her brother! And they get along really well. They hardly ever fight!"

Right after this picture was snapped he hit her across the head with that wrapping paper roll
Present day - Brother now walks:

"How does she like being a big sister? (as big sister covers her brothers face with her hand, which he then bites making her scream at levels pitched high enough to shatter glass)
"I wish a frog would eat my brother"


  1. Oh, I laughed! Out loud laughed! And you're right. Mentioning it only ensures complete reversal. In nano-seconds . . .

  2. LOL. I wonder why a frog? Of all things. You ought to knock on wood sometimes!

    1. I don't know why a frog either, lol. I think it's because deep down she loves him and the way frogs eat seems so harmless. She doesn't want him hurt, just out of her way.

  3. Yeah. I remember that change. LOL