This mommy blogger being interviewed had FOUR children. I don’t know how she does it! My boyfriend Nick’s 6 year old daughter, Kennedy, keeps me more than occupied every weekend now, I can’t imagine where I would have time to blog and keep steady up keep on my blogs if she was around full-time. I have learned through having her around that children require attention all day every day. Most weekends, I have to wait until 11PM, maybe later until Kennedy falls asleep to get on my laptop and get enough quite, thinking space to start typing any legible sentences.

Speaking of children, I got bamboozled by Kennedy this weekend.

There are still some moments when I think I know her so well, I have been with the girl since she was 2 years old, so I assumed I knew everything there is to know. Well, I found out this weekend that she can still find a way to get me to jump like a puppet. Kids are like dogs in a way, if you let the dog walk you, instead of you walking the dog, the dog knows it can get away with it every time and will continue to walk you.

She partially pretended to be sick. She came over to my house Friday evening saying her throat was sore. I still had some Cough drop Lollipops left over from the last time she was sick (these things are a Godsend for children that hate taking medicine) so I gave those to her to help out. She went about her business as a normal 6 year old does, playing with her toys, watching TV, board games, etc.

Saturday afternoon continued the same, she seemed perfectly fine. By the evening she suddenly starts whining and half crying saying she doesn’t feel good. She sniffling, snorting, blowing snot everywhere and blowing her nose while lying on the couch, appearing as though she felt so miserable and there was no worse feeling in the world.

My little cousin Lyn’s birthday party was that evening and I ended up staying home with Kennedy since she was supposedly so sick. Played on my almost 1/2 dead overrun laptop, (anyone wanna buy me a Sony Vaio?) Went to the pharmacy and ended up spending the last of my paycheck and some of Nick’s on Children’s Tylenol and Chloraseptic along with some Orange Juice (which is very expensive at small pharmacy stores like CVS) and some crackers.

We get back home and I give her the medicine and within hours she’s magically up and doing things again… it must be a Tylenol miracle!

Actually I thought something was fishy to begin with, so I told her since she was so sick she needs to sit down and do nothing all evening. I knew this would probably drive her insane since she always has to be doing something.

The next morning she’s looking bright as rain. I’m feeding her breakfast and mention,

“So I take it you’re not sick anymore?” I ask.

All of a sudden, her voice tone changes, she starts coughing and she grabs her box of tissues and starts blowing her nose again.

I then realized I had my proof that we have a future award winning aspiring actress to be. I had caught her off guard and I think she forgot that she still had to keep her act up.

I had to look at her with a serious look, if I was this child’s mother, this would be one of those looks that you give your child and that child knows that you mean business,

“You know, if your still sick, you can’t play today, you’ll have to sit inside and relax…all…day.”

This was the end of the line for her and this huge frown came upon her face and she lays her head down on the couch as a little whine escapes her lips.

“You were faking being sick weren’t you?”

“Yeeeessss” she whines.

I knew it. I knew it. I knew it!

My initial feelings were to be irritated, after all, I missed my little cousin’s birthday party and I missed seeing my family, who I don’t see much anyways, to stay home and watch my boyfriend’s daughter who was never really deathly sick anyways.

So I find it funny that I started thinking about all the “mommy blogs” that I read on a daily basis because telling this story was so a “mommy blogging” award winning moment. Becca’s site is my favorite mommy blog by far, and I also like Melissa The Mouth. I just think of it as learning lesson’s before I have children of my own. It’s sure as hell a lot better than spending the money to buy a book on Amazon.

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