Love 'em or hate 'em, they're family!

I was thrilled when I received a phone call from my mom saying that she and my dad would be coming to town for a visit. I spent most of last Friday taking care of a sick child and cleaning (and disinfecting) the entire house. They arrived on Saturday evening and everyone was so happy to see them - and Mugsy the dog. We opened some wine and enjoyed a yummy meal cooked by yours truly. Sunday was fun... Monday was nice... Tuesday was okay...Wednesday was umm, fine... and Thursday they left!!!!

Why is it that I cannot wait to see my parents, cannot wait for them to leave and then, get sad when they are gone??? Okay, it wasn't that bad that I wanted them to leave, but I was kinda thinking it. Just is case someone related to me is reading this, let me say that it was my dad who was working my last nerve, once again, causing me to feel this way... along with one dumb comment from mom, but she pretty much was in the clear.

Am I alone in feeling this way? Why do some of us treat our family crappy? Is it because we know they are 'family' so they can't break up with us?

Do the humpty hump!

Here I go with my reference to music again...

Where to begin? When my 2.5 year old daughter was about 10 months old and I would hold her on my hip, she would do this strange gyrating thing on my hip. I remember my son doing it for a brief period when he was her age so I brushed it off. In fact, I thought it was an 'exercise' that she was doing to strengthen her muscles in an effort to start walking.

A few months later she starts walking and the humping on my hip doesn't go away, but me and my husband just laughed about it.

Present time - when we're home she literally mounts all 4 edges of our coffee table and starts well, humping! We've told her repeatedly not to do that to the table, but she laughs at us. My son even tells us when she is 'humping' the table. So of course, now that she knows what hump means, what do you think happened next? We're at her doctor office and I am holding her because I don't want her walking around and touching all the nasty things found in that waiting room when all of the sudden she asks, "mom, hump you? can I hump"? I almost croaked! I started cracking up on the inside while whispering to her to be quiet and no, you cannot hump!

After finally discussing the humping with other moms of girls, most of them went through the same exact thing with their daughters... sigh.... At least now I know that my daughter is not the horn dog I thought she was. Instead, she's just like every other curious girl, right?!

Question - does your child or children have any "private" moments that they do in public?