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I am convinced my children have joined forces to see who can turn my hair gray quicker. My 16 month old has been walking since she was nine months old and is now climbing anything and everything in our house.
My oldest is nine and every other night he takes cushions off couches or moves stools to make what looks like a gymnastics tumbling facility or a basic training obstacle course.
The baby fell off the back of a chair the other night and slammed Into several of her toys on the way down. I was convinced she'd broken several ribs. She cried for 20 seconds, let me hold her for five seconds and then headed back to the chair to climb on it again.
About a month before that she fell off the back of the couch and slammed her head off a bookcase. I knew she'd cracked her head open and blood was pouring from it. Nope. She cried for two minutes, let me hold her a few minutes and five minutes later climbed up to the back of the couch again.
The same week of the couch and bookcase incident I found the whitest, thickest hair right at the front of the top of my head. I swear the kids sat in my son's room, listening to me moan over it and cackled while they rubbed their hands together.
Then they planned who could come up with the most dangerous, scary, daredevil move the next time and laughed as they thought of me clutching my chest as I watched through mommy goggles.
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