I created Monsters.

I have only myself to blame. Well, and Joe, too. And... my parents, because they created me. And... my grandparents (all of them) because they created my parents.

We're all to blame for creating the monsters that are called Caitlynn and Miles. Ok... they aren't really monsters. It's only on Tuesdays that they show their fangs and sharp claws.

You know, I realize that through the magic of genetics and DNA and chromosomes (I'll stop with the biology 101 lecture), that the kids have picked up certain traits of mine. I thought I was special (and maybe I am) but now I see the kids picked up a few of my traits... ones that I thought made me who I am. I thought these were "Marcy only traits."

For those who know me personally, you are going to learn some new things about me. And for those who don't know me (but wish you did) will learn some odd things about that weird chick who complains about her kids or makes them watch the Lawrence Welk Show when they are bad. AND... for those of you who don't really care who I am but find this whole thing just a weeeee bit amusing, will learn that I passed on some frustratingly annoying traits to my kids.

Here we go...

So... At the moment, Miles is sick with a sinus infection. This is his first real sickness that made us take him to the doc. He was keeping everyone awake at night with constant coughing. Yep... it's more than a cold. The doctor, in all her glory, prescribed him antibiotics to cure the infection. Fine. Caitlynn is a champ with antibiotics -- since she's the one who has taken them the most for ear infections. But this isn't Caitlynn we're dealing with. It's Miles. And he's not-so-great about taking medicine. He gags at the taste (grape flavored) of the thick antibiotic liquid that he needs to down 2x per day for 10 whole days. He literally gags (and sometimes partially vomits) at the taste and smell of the medicine. It's so much fun. Anyone want to watch Miles right now? We've got 7 days left of the medicine. Take him. Please. Return him on day 8, hopefully cured.

Where did he get this from? Me. Yep. I'm the one who, as a child, would take an hour to sip 2 tablespoons of Nyquil or any cough medicine. Frustrating? You betcha. I didn't gag like Miles but I did throw little tantrums over medicine. But now I'm an adult and my aversion to medicine has waned. But... when Joe told me to try Miles' medicine to see if he'd (Miles) would like it, I turned my nose up at it and said, "Hell, no, I'm not trying that!" Yeah. I know. I'd probably act like Miles if I was forced to take the medicine, too. Glad I don't have a sinus infection.

Then... there's Caitlynn. Of all the awesome traits I have to offer, she gets the one where she hates her mom washing and brushing her hair. My mom washed and brushed my hair way back when. Every time she did... I cried and threw a fit. "You're hurting me!" "Ouch!" And my mom replied, "Oh calm down. It isn't that bad!" Strangely enough, this sounds like me and Caitlynn. She thinks her head will bleed as I brush out the knots in her hair. I haven't seen blood yet.

I have many other traits to give... awesome ones, like my ability to remember every word to the Guns N Roses song, Sweet Child Of Mine or my gracefulness of constantly stubbing my toes or running into things.

Why couldn't they have gotten these traits? Well... Caitlynn did inherit the Abba gene from me (I happen to like Abba... strange... considering I listen to alternative or classical music all day long). She's obsessed with the movie Mamma Mia and all the music from it. Nope. No Bieber fan here. Abba.

There's hope yet.














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