'Kid' Driving me crazy...  

Very true - I will have plenty of stories to tell the grandchildren only thing is the stress of worrying about him may be the end of me before we get to that point. Being competative is one thing being daring to the point of constent danger is another - such as going 45 miles an hour on a skate board while holding on to the back of a truck. Ended up at the emergancy room over that one.

Oh that is just too funny - don't have a hideabed or that would be something Shane would try just to see what it was like or if he could do it, he's on the thin side so might work for him but sure he wouldn't stop at that and would try his best friend who is as tall and 3 times as big around :(

Yep it's coming my son was about that age when he started - going to try it just to see if I can and betting he can do it faster than anyone else.

Man, I thought it was supposed to get easier! I have a daughter a year younger than him and she's already torturing me. I need this, I need that, I want a cell phone. (She has to have a job, to have her own cell phone, that is one expense me and my husband will not pay for) LOL.

Oh dear a girl :( you may not want to read the comment further down the page - I have 3 boys and 1 girl :(

Oh yes very familure and yes I do letting him know I love him and even yesterday with the 'race' when I started laughing he yelled, "I knew you would like that" and headed back home. How proud you must be of your son doing the challenging job he does. #2 son has been in the USAF for over 10 years now and I'm very proud of him.

I'll have to go check Dan's discussion pretty sure I know which one it was on.

Afraid my son was smarter than me on that one - tried racing him on cleaning each of our own bedrooms, threw his arms in the air and said, "I'll give you that one just because I don't wanna do it, if I did I know I would win."

I'm working hard to get my smilies and here's one of those times I REALLY miss being able to use them.

That is SOO funny! Kids are smart, boy! Little monkey!

Yes, I doubt the "race ya" would have helped in this instance or any situation where housework is involved. About the only thing I found effective in that quarter was, "well, not done yet? Okay, we'll go to (whatever they were looking forward to) when you're done. I don't mind, I've got plenty of other things to keep ME busy. I won't be bored if we don't go."

On the bright side, what a generous kid! Gonna make mommy feel good today! Let her win the race at cleaning my room! lol

I've completely given up trying to get this one to do anything he doesn't want to - the more I try the more he won't. Life is not 'calm' around here these days but I tell myself daily "God has something good in store for me, someday."

lol

THis is a very funny response, but soooo true!

My husband takes the position that he's earned every one of his gray hairs and is proud of every one of them. No one is going to cover them up. He's worked hard on this distinguished look, so leave him alone, thank you.

When I told a friend that I was expecting my first child, she said, speaking from her own experience because her son was now grown, "Ah, now you'll never stop worrying a day in your life!"

Boing!(lol) Here comes another gray!One of the kids must have just done something dumb. I don't even have to KNOW about it to suffer the consequences!

How come it always looks distinguished on men and old on women?

I think it's because God gave y'all nice boobs and cute legs and us guys have beer guts. It's funny, when I was younger I went to have one of those charactiture cartoons done and the guy told me, you have no distinguishing features.
I was like...oh. I'm plain.
So finally, now that my hair has gone more white than gray, my beard is mostly salt with a dash of pepper around the chin, and I have creases chiseled out of the corners of my eyes, I finally have some distinguishing features and my looks finally have a bit of personality.
But now I have this bit of a deflated tire to deal with, though I am losing weight.

Oh yeah... I forgot to add, ... and the prettiest eyes I've ever seen, and a smile that makes me weak in the knees. I guess in exchange for all those we got the distinguished gray hair.

Oh not so fast there I got the gray hair too - just blessed to have 10 shades of color naturally so they don't show quite so much, in the wrong light though - oh no I'm turning into my Mom who is totally gray, she said they all came from us girls :)

I have 3 boys and 1 girl and I tell everyone although the boys push me to the limit the 1 girl has been more trouble than the 3 together :(

for a minute there, I thought you were talking to me! I was going to get all blushy and say shucks, but then I saw, oh of course, he's talking to faith. Duh!

I know Jacques eyes are adorable but he has a mustache! and I don't even have my smile posted.

yes, faith is a pretty lady, and a very sweet person.

But I still think its unfair that men get to look distinguished with gray hair.
And while we are on the subject, why is it cute to be round and roly poly when you are a baby, but not so much when you grow up?

What's wrong with having no teeth and going bald? Babies don't have any teeth at first, and many have no hair. They are stll CUTE!

sigh. (just in case you are wondering, I'm not bald and I still have all MY chompers)

LOL - sulynsi I'm sure he was speaking in general, I was thinking to myself "never had my legs referred to as cute", I was blessed/cursed with legs that are a mile long (horrid time gets pants that aren't high waters).

Faith, while you have a nice smile and nice eyes, I was speaking in generalized terms. I probably should have clarified that a little more clearly but hey, it was early and I really hadn't had coffee yet - and honestly I'm trying to cut out caffiene so I have a bit of the withdrawal period anyway where the head doesn't think clearly.

Well, now maybe that's why I chose Jacques as my avatar!

A subconscious desire to have cute legs! And lots of 'em!

I think he was at his cutest with the green scum all over his face!

Makes me think of a little kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

Well, there is the old saying, "The only difference between men and boys is the size (cost) of their toys".

Caution on the other hand is a word this one somehow missed adding to his vocabulary :(

Oh that is great - I'm afraid mine tends to have moments he's great, but only moments then he's doing something else that will drive me crazy.

Yes, kids will be kids, but Shane is doing things like this pretty much daily.

Oh goodness I feel for your friend but as you said thankfully she has a great sense of humour - sometimes that is the only thing that gets us through it all...

Few years ago Shane was at camp for 2 weeks, thought great break for me, I got a call from the camp they were taking him to the hospital. I left work and headed to the hospital - he had already been released - with a broken hand they couldn't cast because of the swelling. He went back to camp where he proceeded to climb a rock wall, with broken hand, I then had to go out a few days later and take him to get a cast on and you got it - he still went back to camp.

That's just how these boys are. The youngest one was still recovering from a bike handle going thru his belly and damaging his spleen...jumps on his bike and got hit by a car....hence the out of town hospital. He is lucky to be alive. They give us gray hairs but keep our lives interesting and never lacking for memories...huh?

Oh goodness what an experience - my daughter was hit by a car while riding her bike when she was 8, some thing that still gives me chills thinking of every time I hear an ambulance.