It is a sad day when you have to admit that you are passing bad habits onto your children. The other day we were at the zoo with our neighbors and my kids were freaking out about the littlest things and one of my neighbors commented, "I wonder where they get that from," both of us knowing full well it's from ME! I have totally turned my kids into high-strung mini-me's. I was telling someone how upset I was about it today and she told me it was a good thing. Yeah, thanks for trying to make me feel better, but being high-strung is never a good thing.

And then this picture from the other night. Dustin was mowing the lawn getting ready to seed for the winter, so I took the kids out for a bike ride. On one of laps around the neighborhood, Nate saw the grass all of over the sidewalk and hopped off his bike. He then announces, "This is a MESS! Really really big mess." And then he proceeds to go get the broom and sweep the grass and take handfuls to the garbage can for the next hour. So I've made them high-strung neat freaks!

I've pretty much ruined my children. I look at sweet, mellow Sadie and wonder how long it will take me to mess her up.