I am a firm believer that if you let your kids watch...
Barney, they will grow up to be extremely irritating, bad dancers and perhaps just plain weird,
Caillou, huge whiners, who act like spoiled brats,
Rugrats...well, you are just asking for it...
but so far Franklin the turtle has been just fine in my books...until tonight.
My eldest Noah is a sensitive soul who often has a troubled look on his face. He's the kid who takes everything in and has a tough time seeing the glass half-full. When Liam say's "Mom, this is the best dinner ever!!!" Noah is likely to add in something like: "Yeah, it's good but I think you put in too much cilantro." He notices every little taste, smells every foul smell that wafts by, and gets irritated easily at his constantly singing brother.
Anyways, he's the last one to bed and tonight as he brushed his teeth we looked at the family photos hanging in the hall, like we often do. Our family photos have a consistency in emotions. I generally look a tad tense as I am worrying about how everyone else looks, hubby looks stiff and awkward about getting his picture taken, Ryan looks squirmy and content, Liam is smiling like a happy Buddha, and Noah looks perplexed or annoyed. The backgrounds change, our clothes change, but all in all our faces reflect the same looks snap after snap. Noah get's great joy in watching Liam and finds his happiness in life and photos really amusing. Tonight he was chucking at his little brother and commented: "Look at how funny he is, he's always smiling."
Hum mm, "I know, and you always seem to look so serious, why do you think that is?"
Then he replied: "I know, I usually am. Blame it on Franklin, I learned it from him." Then he gave me a hug and went to bed.
FRANKLIN!!! I thought he was okay. He's nice to Mr. and Mrs. Turtle, his Mom and Dad (not nearly as sweet as Little Bear, still my all time fave), he's mostly polite and bearable. He enjoys his fly pie and plays with his well adjusted friends....What the hell? I can't win. This kid slays me...he's got a crazy high IQ and and my attempts to figure him out are liable to drive me crazy, period. God gave me him for a reason...the challenge of parenting Noah makes me love him all the more.
Tonight I am supposed to be working on a tender for a big job but now I am toast...this Franklin thing is too much.
I don't even have wine in the house to settle my mind...I am going to try and make some kinda cocktail out of the random remnants of liquor we have tucked away and get back to work designing. Thanks for listening friends, oxo