A Guest Post From Beth
As a disclosure, I’ve never formally, in person, met Brandice. Yet, the rules of Alabama Wal-Marts dictate that you’ve probably seen everybody in the state at one time or another. Heck, you’re probably related to most people in the state, whether or not they are even at a Wal-Mart… To be honest, when my sister, Laura, first started talking about “Brandice” years ago, I thought Brandice’s parents must have gone to Brandeis University and just loved their Alma Mater. I think it’s fair to say that wasn’t the case, but Brandice can correct me.
I know Brandice has been my sister’s rock through both tough times; probably most of which have been generated through our shared genetic line. In other words, our extended family is like a cross between Fruity Pebbles and Froot-Loops. So by default, Brandice is now a friend of mine. I’ve read her posts and thought, “Thank God – I’m not alone here.” In my first-ever guest post (still tingling); I wanted to share some of the love that occurs at my house.
Screams, Wails and Fingernails
Ever wonder what is really genetic? Like, say, my favorite color is yellow. Is that genetic? One thing I can say FOR SURE is genetic is the aversion to cutting fingernails and toenails. My 4-yr old was such a sweet, happy baby…until you went after his nails. I would like to report that this is something that he outgrew, saw the childishness of, or connected with being a dreaded “baby” – but no. He still hates for anyone to come near his nails.
He came by this honestly. After investigating, his dad was apparently the same way, per my mother-in-law. These are the things they don’t tell you…
We’ve tried everything you can think of – stickers, playing godforsaken Disney Tunes tapes and candy. None of this drowns out the sounds emanating from my child. We even tried letting him hold the clippers. He wanted to clip OUR nails. Look, we love the kid, but we’re not THAT crazy…
I would like to report that the last nail clipping event last week went far better than previous times and there is that slight twinkle of light that we are assuming is the end of a tunnel somewhere far off in the distance. You see, that’s what being a parent is all about – looking for that ever-brightening light, and praying it’s not an oncoming train.
After a much thought out decision, I’m going to tell only the most serious future girlfriends about this phenomenon. Just in case it is some dominant trait that her X-chromosomes can’t filter out.
Thanks for having me – Beth from http://pleasemomdontsing.blogspot.com
Nah..Neither of my parents went to Brandeis University. My mom swears she made up “Brandice.” I’m not sure about that. She has an amazing imagination, so I suppose it’s possible. On the other hand, her imagination could be another way to say delusional. :) Love you Mamma!
Thank you Beth! More please!
