Stubbornness.

I was sitting here, wracking my brain as to what I wanted to post about. It's taken me damn near all day! By this time, I am usually on my third post of the day. Anyway, I couldn't think of anything until I saw this cute little E-card.  It made me laugh and instantly I knew, after the last few days I have had, this was the perfect inspiration. 

I wouldn't say it fit my life to the exact proverbial T, but pretty close, at least. For the most part, my kids are awesome. They do what they are told. Hey, it may be the millionth time I asked them, but they do do it, and typically its without much complaint. The reason why I thought this was perfect is because each one of my children are strong and determined.and very stubborn. It's funny, they are so much alike, yet very unique. 

Brieana, is stubborn because she HAS to have the last word.  It annoy's the crap out of me. If it;s not something she is being reprimanded for, I will laugh and shake my head. But, if she's getting lectured, it annoy's the piss out  me. Funny part is, she know's it.  Is that not a woman's trait or what? I swear, she get's it from her dad. 

Dylan, his stubbornness shines through when you try to explain how to do things yet, he keeps doing it his own way. But then again, he's a mini man so that can be expected.

Ahh, my Mr. Kyle. Out of all 5 of my kids, he has to be the most stubborn child. He has been since his days in the womb. If something is not exactly what or how he wants it, be prepared for an ultimate meltdown. He's gotten better. He used to have 4-5 fits a day, then we slowly dwindled down to where we are currently, One to two fits a week. But, it;s okay. He's mine. Perfectionist can mean genius.  Hey, one can hope. How else are you going to over look the bowls of cereal being on the floor. One day, it will be because he doesn't have enough milk, the next day it might be too little. Some days he hates the blue bowl, and others he gets furious if he doesn't have the bowl he hated yesterday. After those fits are over with, he is the most loving little boy you'll ever meet; next to his brother that is. My boys... Wouldn't change or trade either one of them if you asked me. 

Emilee, AKA Emmie-Emmie-pooh, Emzies.  She is so loveable and cuddly, determined to be the center of attention. She will charm you with her twinkling blue eyes and million dollar smile and if that doesn't work, be prepared to get showered with hugs. She doesn't just fight for my affection or her fathers, she wants to be everyone's favorite. She exhibited this traigt from the moment they placed her in my arms. From that moment on, she has always been our family love-bug. She is also stubborn when she hears the word no. She will whine so much, that  giving her what she wants just to make her laugh again, is the only solution.

Oh, my Emzies. 

Lexie Sue.... She has been stubborn from the get-go. We had many challenges getting her into the world, from day one, the odd's were stacked against her. Look at her now, if you didn't know it, you'd never know that she was born 8 weeks early. As soon as we brought her home from the hospital, she took off. She didn't want to sleep. Why would she? She did all her sleeping in the hospital when I couldn't be there. She was saving it all for me.  When she started walking, that's when her true stubbornness came out. Climbing on anything and everything. Determined to keep up with her siblings. And believe me, she will have them running in circles. Climbing out of her highchair and out of it at 12 months even while strapped in. She wasn't even walking yet. She started climbing out of her crib last month. All it took was once. She hasn't been in a crib since. Can't keep her in it. We tried putting her in a play pen last week, yeah that took all of two seconds to scale over that. She came out (using the long route to the living room I might add) looked at us, and started laughing.. Little Sh!t!!! Her latest scheme? She has learned to open all doors, even when locked (if she's on the inside) you can't keep her in, anywhere. Oh!! She also has been attempting to plug things in especially, my bedroom fan. If I didn't catch her in the knick of time, she would have done just that. 

So, there are man different levels of stubbornness. When my children out teenagers I will either be in trouble or able to out smart them because,  after all they came from me.