It's All Over Now...

Hey, blog fans. I know it's been a while since I've logged an entry here. Sorry. Been a little busy.

Nothing new has been going on in BikerMomma's world. Hubby is still home from work because of his surgery to remove a cancerous tumour. We're in the process now of deciding whether or not chemo would be a good course of action. The older child has been home from school for a little less than a month, so I've been spending my days and nights playing referee between the two siblings. The younger one ... well ... Trouble is being Trouble.

I've come to the conclusion, though, that I've already lost the fight. Trouble is going to steamroll right over me for the rest of my natural life, and there's not a darn thing I can do about it. He's not even three years old yet and he's already won. It's all over. How do I know?

We were at my parents' house last week. Trouble was doing something I didn't want him to do. I don't remember exactly what - moving furniture or swinging from a chandelier or some such nonsense. I told him, in my firmest Mom voice, to stop. His response was an equally authoritative "No!" So I pulled out my standard bluff, the one that has always worked in the past:

"Stop it right now or I'm going to spank your bum."

Now, I've never actually spanked him. I've never had to. Until that day, my bluff worked like a charm.

Trouble stopped dead in his tracks. He turned his back on me and stuck out his behind. He looked over his shoulder at me and, with a twinkle in his eye and the most charming grin God has ever created on his face, he gave his bum a little pat and said, "Come on, Mommy. Spank me!"

What do you do? Hubby is of the impression that I should have gone ahead and spanked him. Of course, that was presuming I would have been capable of leaving my seat. Which I wasn't. It took every ounce of muscle control I had at the moment to stop myself from dissolving into fits of laughter, scooping him up and kissing him a hundred times just because he was so damned cute. Instead, I turned my head to hide the tears welling up in my eyes and pretended to cough.

Trouble walked away, free to manipulate me another day.

Italy ROCKS!

That's what my two little ones are running around the house chanting right now. And they're RIGHT!

In case you haven't heard yet (like, maybe you've been hiding under a rock somewhere with massive earplugs in your ears), Italy has beaten Germany today with two very beautiful goals in the dying seconds of extra time.

It was one heck of a game. The home field advantage certainly helped Germany and bolstered their spirits, but the Azzurri didn't give up until the fat lady sang - and boy, oh, boy did she ever belt it out big time!

You'll find plenty of game discussions and photos here at the FIFA World Cup website. I'd love to get into it with you, but I have to go celebrate with my fellow Italia fans.

Forza Azzurri!


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