Growing Up Is Hard to Do

We are currently in the throws of some serious growing up here in the Kellum-household.  In light of the daily challenges of being big-ger, I've decided that growing up is not an easy task.  Not for the kids and not for Mom.  I kinda wish there was a theme song that could help us to ease into each episode of growing-up-ness.  That would make it a bit more fun, perhaps.  And at the very least we could dance our way back to happiness!

I'm thinking of a little re-make of Neil Sedaka's "two minutes and sixteen seconds of pure pop magic" ...

From LYRICSMODE.COM lyrics archive

But around our house, it might go a little something like this:

(We all know Lydia can do this first part... 

with a few "dee, dee, dee"s thrown in for originality.)

Doo, doo, doo down doo be do down, down
Come on, Come on,
Down doo be do down, down,
Come on, Come on,
Down doo be do down, down,
Growin' up is hard to do.

Don't take my sippy cup away from me
Why can't I have it until I'm three?
If you box 'em up then I'll be blue,
'Cause growin' up is hard to do.

Remember when I sipped my milk at night
Snuggled in my bed and wrapped up tight
If you say "no", I'll scream at you,
'Cause growin' up is hard to do.

They say that growing up is hard to do,
They were right, I'm afraid that it's true.
Please tell me that there is an end
To all this crazy growin' up
So we can find our smiles again.

I beg of you, don't suck your thumb.
After five years, do you think it's numb?
Come on baby, you've gotta be through
'Cause growin' up is hard to do.

They say that growing up is hard to do,

They weren't kidding, not for my crew.

Please tell me we'll figure it out

Fear of showers, chores and Kleenex

Makes this Mommy want to shout!

I beg of you, don't stomp your feet.

Please try to make your room look neat.

Come on kiddos, pick up your shoes,

'Cause growin' up is hard to do.

Doo, doo, doo down doo be do down, down 

Come on, Come on, (Let's load up the van ...)

Down doo be do down, down, (Sit in your seat ...)

Come on, Come on, (Don't make me sing it twice ...)

Down doo be do down, down, (buckle up, let's go ...)

Growin' up is hard to do.  (Whew!)

I'm quite certain that with that little pop sensation bopping around inside our heads, we could more happily tackle the following:

• 27 potty-breaks before finally falling blissfully asleep,
• Needing 4 picture books in our dark room at bedtime,
• Being responsible for our very own messes - made with our very own hands,
• Letting go of the broken, half-missing, forgotten toys, mementos and mystery items,
• Sitting happily at the table for 5 minutes of talk-time, even if you inhaled your meal in 1.3 seconds,
• Thumb sucking (or finger sucking, if the thumbs are "unavailable"),
• Sippy cups, baby silveware, bibs and plastic dishes ... moving on to "human" plates,
• Showering ... and using soap,
• Tackling chores with happiness (whistling while you work, optional), and
• Realizing that there is a whole world out there that doesn't revolve around us!

Nope ... growin' up isn't for wimps!  But we're gonna make it!  Especially now that we can sing our way through!

Doo, doo, doo down doo be do down, down 

Come on, Come on ....